[He'd be a hypocrite yelling at Yato for holding back right now; despite the sheer number and noise of his explosions, Bakugo's not coming down with a full-powered Howitzer and wiping out the entire onsen complex. He knows his surroundings. If they were in a junkyard, wilderness, or the training simulation, damn right he wouldn't be holding back!]
WHAT THE HELL?! DON'T SAY THAT SHIT AROUND ME!! [He doesn't want to hear about your sex life, dammit! It feels damn good trying to take Yato out with that shot, though satisfaction's short lived thanks to a host of goddamn homing arrows. Bakugo notices them quickly and takes to the sky once more, slamming one hand down and yanking his legs in a spread to vault over another arrow. Where the hell are these things aiming specifically?! BOOM!!
Dammit, couldn't capitalize on making Yato dodge thanks to these stupid trackers. Bakugo twists onto his back, both palms flat up, and rips the air open with a wide, flat explosion. Arrows shatter, lighting up the sky with another round of bursts and sending the hero straight down towards the water, back first. An emergency dodge, but it should be fine. He twists around, slings an arm down, and- KA-BWOOMSH!!
Hits the hot spring surface with a huge splash. Water plumes upward, jetting a geyser and steam into the air and spraying all over the trees Yato's taking residence in. Arrows get dragged out of the air, scattered among the branches, or blown up from impacting the wave. Furious rainfall fades into light sprinkles and then mist, the hot spring slowly easing its turbulent impact. No sign in the choppy waters save for a few scant bubbles.
In reality, Bakugo never hit the water, but rather pitched one of his makeshift grenades into the pool mid-twist. Intending to use the wave and noise as a smokescreen and distraction, he's skirted around behind water and now perches on a small mountain ledge above/behind the tree Yato's in, eyes narrowed and body tensed silent. Banking on the other guy either celebrating or holding position to watch for the "underwater" opponent.]
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WHAT THE HELL?! DON'T SAY THAT SHIT AROUND ME!! [He doesn't want to hear about your sex life, dammit! It feels damn good trying to take Yato out with that shot, though satisfaction's short lived thanks to a host of goddamn homing arrows. Bakugo notices them quickly and takes to the sky once more, slamming one hand down and yanking his legs in a spread to vault over another arrow. Where the hell are these things aiming specifically?! BOOM!!
Dammit, couldn't capitalize on making Yato dodge thanks to these stupid trackers. Bakugo twists onto his back, both palms flat up, and rips the air open with a wide, flat explosion. Arrows shatter, lighting up the sky with another round of bursts and sending the hero straight down towards the water, back first. An emergency dodge, but it should be fine. He twists around, slings an arm down, and- KA-BWOOMSH!!
Hits the hot spring surface with a huge splash. Water plumes upward, jetting a geyser and steam into the air and spraying all over the trees Yato's taking residence in. Arrows get dragged out of the air, scattered among the branches, or blown up from impacting the wave. Furious rainfall fades into light sprinkles and then mist, the hot spring slowly easing its turbulent impact. No sign in the choppy waters save for a few scant bubbles.
In reality, Bakugo never hit the water, but rather pitched one of his makeshift grenades into the pool mid-twist. Intending to use the wave and noise as a smokescreen and distraction, he's skirted around behind water and now perches on a small mountain ledge above/behind the tree Yato's in, eyes narrowed and body tensed silent. Banking on the other guy either celebrating or holding position to watch for the "underwater" opponent.]