[It knocks the man off course but sends Bakugo flying to the side. He isn't sticking around to see where that deflected axe kick lands. One hand catches the ground, bouncing off in a quick spring, before landing on his feet. Where the hell'd that bastard go? Red eyes snap up from his rushing flurry of bangs, searching the area for Dodger's figure.
Didn't think that explosion would do much to him aside from pushing him away. Did it even cause him pain? He suspects the man's not only resistant to it, but can hide discomfort as well. Scruffy ass lifestyle. Guess that means he'll be paying attention to Dodger's limbs and see if he happens to instinctively favor anything.]
Hey, you called it dirty first! [Now he's just being petulant. Bakugo braces a foot behind him and snaps his arm in front, an explosion crackling in hand. Flames-!? Shit, he's teleporting! His eyes flicker to the side, getting halfway across his sclera before he realizes- FEINT! The explosion goes off, ripping over Dodger's shoulder instead, and his pain explosion through his abdominal wall. Feels like a battering ram. Arms and legs fold, half lying across the man's burly arm, before he's knocked away.
Fuck! So he can mimic his own teleportation flare as a fake. Smart ass. Spitting out a mouthful of bile, he slams an explosion behind him and bounces upward, catching onto an outcropping jutting from the wall near the ceiling. A growl rumbles in his throat as he wipes his mouth with his hand. Damn, that was near the level of All Might's power-weighted restrained blows during the exam.
He can't take too many of those if he wants to stay in this fight.]
[It's been a while since he had a memory-bleed mid combat. They happen occasionally - every version of him in every lifetime is a fighter, and they often fight the same people. So it startles him, but isn't all that surprising, when his head starts to hurt as soon as Bakugo bounces up near the ceiling.
The memory that presses into his head is jumbled, but he can pick out the core details. The warped, red-wallpapered hallways of what he knows to be Hell. Someone fighting against him, who Dodger recognizes as a hero but can't remember any clear details about his appearance. That person using something to launch himself onto the ceiling and stick there while they argued.
It passes quickly enough. Dodger's nose starts to bleed, but he makes no effort to deal with it. It's bad enough that he looked dazed for a moment, and has to shake his head to clear it. But he makes up for it as quickly as he can, teleporting up into the air and grabbing onto Bakugo's shirt to drag him off-balance. Dodger can't float or anything, but he sure as hell can force them back to the ground with his own weight.]
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Date: 1/12/26 23:28 (UTC)Didn't think that explosion would do much to him aside from pushing him away. Did it even cause him pain? He suspects the man's not only resistant to it, but can hide discomfort as well. Scruffy ass lifestyle. Guess that means he'll be paying attention to Dodger's limbs and see if he happens to instinctively favor anything.]
Hey, you called it dirty first! [Now he's just being petulant. Bakugo braces a foot behind him and snaps his arm in front, an explosion crackling in hand. Flames-!? Shit, he's teleporting! His eyes flicker to the side, getting halfway across his sclera before he realizes- FEINT! The explosion goes off, ripping over Dodger's shoulder instead, and his pain explosion through his abdominal wall. Feels like a battering ram. Arms and legs fold, half lying across the man's burly arm, before he's knocked away.
Fuck! So he can mimic his own teleportation flare as a fake. Smart ass. Spitting out a mouthful of bile, he slams an explosion behind him and bounces upward, catching onto an outcropping jutting from the wall near the ceiling. A growl rumbles in his throat as he wipes his mouth with his hand. Damn, that was near the level of All Might's power-weighted restrained blows during the exam.
He can't take too many of those if he wants to stay in this fight.]
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Date: 1/14/26 16:57 (UTC)The memory that presses into his head is jumbled, but he can pick out the core details. The warped, red-wallpapered hallways of what he knows to be Hell. Someone fighting against him, who Dodger recognizes as a hero but can't remember any clear details about his appearance. That person using something to launch himself onto the ceiling and stick there while they argued.
It passes quickly enough. Dodger's nose starts to bleed, but he makes no effort to deal with it. It's bad enough that he looked dazed for a moment, and has to shake his head to clear it. But he makes up for it as quickly as he can, teleporting up into the air and grabbing onto Bakugo's shirt to drag him off-balance. Dodger can't float or anything, but he sure as hell can force them back to the ground with his own weight.]