[Even if Bakugo were the sort to use unsavory means for his attacks, it's something that Yato could at least appreciate if not enjoy being on the receiving end of. They're in the middle of a war here and, sparring or not, it helps to practice fighting with everything you've got. Besides, getting subjected to a bluff means he'll have a better idea of how Bakugo might fight in future battles, enabling him to better back the hero up.
For now, however, he's merely another target for Bakugo's explosions, and a solid one at that. He honestly believed for a second that he might score a scratch on his opponent by feigning defeat. He sure wasn't expecting to get his ass handed to him in an almost literal fashion. An assortment of swear words leave him from land to water, a couple even emanating from beneath the water's surface. Something something shitty little punk or an equivalent thereof. This is a brand new outfit, dammit! Did he really have to go and burn it some?!
After getting thoroughly doused, Yato emerges from the water with a gasp, weapon gone and hands grasping for the rocks along the edge. He half drags himself out, sputtering and grumbling all the way, looking like a cat who's been left out in the rain.]
Tch... Figured it was worth a shot. I'll get you next time, though, dammit! I've still got more tricks up my sleeve!
[Shoving at the scarf drooping over his face, he scrambles to get back on land while still mumbling and grumbling to himself. Kids these days... No respect for their elders... Flashy little so-and-so...]
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For now, however, he's merely another target for Bakugo's explosions, and a solid one at that. He honestly believed for a second that he might score a scratch on his opponent by feigning defeat. He sure wasn't expecting to get his ass handed to him in an almost literal fashion. An assortment of swear words leave him from land to water, a couple even emanating from beneath the water's surface. Something something shitty little punk or an equivalent thereof. This is a brand new outfit, dammit! Did he really have to go and burn it some?!
After getting thoroughly doused, Yato emerges from the water with a gasp, weapon gone and hands grasping for the rocks along the edge. He half drags himself out, sputtering and grumbling all the way, looking like a cat who's been left out in the rain.]
Tch... Figured it was worth a shot. I'll get you next time, though, dammit! I've still got more tricks up my sleeve!
[Shoving at the scarf drooping over his face, he scrambles to get back on land while still mumbling and grumbling to himself. Kids these days... No respect for their elders... Flashy little so-and-so...]