[Hopefully the arrows he's studding the water with aren't as keenly homing as past ones were. Otherwise they'd have swerved around before even scraping the surface and given away Bakugo's ploy...
He holds onto a branch overhead, one hand still primed and ready for if/when Yato notices him. So focused on the water. Fuck, does he really have to slam so many fucking arrows in there?! What'd he want Bakugo to do, come out looking like a goddamn sea urchin?! A scowl drags the corners of his mouth towards his jaws. First time he's ever seen the god go overboard in an attack. No kill like overkill, huh. He should be proud...
Tch, as amusing as it'd be to leave Yato thinking he overdid it and killed him underwater, Bakugo isn't going to give the god a heart attack. He agreed to spar after all. Worth at least a gesture of respect. Said gesture comes in the form of Bakugo leaping from his vantage spot as Yato descends to the pool. Water laps in slowly-calming fury at the rocky shores, the quintessential worry point in any action shot after someone's driven underwater. The perfect moment for a dramatic emergence or surprise attack.
Wind whips past his body as he drops, aiming to land right behind the god as he's peering into the water. If he's successful, Bakugo'll have his hand pressed to Yato's back, hot and blast ready to ignite the second he moves.]
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He holds onto a branch overhead, one hand still primed and ready for if/when Yato notices him. So focused on the water. Fuck, does he really have to slam so many fucking arrows in there?! What'd he want Bakugo to do, come out looking like a goddamn sea urchin?! A scowl drags the corners of his mouth towards his jaws. First time he's ever seen the god go overboard in an attack. No kill like overkill, huh. He should be proud...
Tch, as amusing as it'd be to leave Yato thinking he overdid it and killed him underwater, Bakugo isn't going to give the god a heart attack. He agreed to spar after all. Worth at least a gesture of respect. Said gesture comes in the form of Bakugo leaping from his vantage spot as Yato descends to the pool. Water laps in slowly-calming fury at the rocky shores, the quintessential worry point in any action shot after someone's driven underwater. The perfect moment for a dramatic emergence or surprise attack.
Wind whips past his body as he drops, aiming to land right behind the god as he's peering into the water. If he's successful, Bakugo'll have his hand pressed to Yato's back, hot and blast ready to ignite the second he moves.]
I win.