[If combat is involved, Bakugou's going to be in the thick of it. He can't Rend ayakashi without a shinki, but with his quirk, he can certainly put them to inconvenience. Not to mention that while Bakugou himself may go rather unnoticed, his explosions definitely don't; anywhere he engages with ayakashi, their victims clear out fast. So, the way he sees it, he's killing two birds with one stone, even if he's killing zero ayakashi - they don't have the freedom to victimize anyone, and even if they did, Bakugou's driving everyone they could prey on away.
Granted, this means he's pissing off a lot of ayakashi at once, and he may be getting surrounded by them, but he'd be a piss-poor excuse for a hero if he couldn't handle what amounts to a mob of low-level mooks. He has to play keepaway if he doesn't want to get blighted, but with the maneuverability his quirk gives him, that's not gonna be hard.
He grins wolfishly at the horde, explosions crackling in his palms, eyes darting around as he tries to keep track of the ones in his periphery.] Come and get some, you ugly fucks!
[If you're anywhere in the vicinity, it's impossible to miss the noisy show Bakugou is putting on. In fact, it may be the only show in the area, because the club he's blowing things up in front of has probably cleared out entirely. Do you want to criticize Bakugou's methods? Help the clearly surrounded teenager? Bakugou won't thank you for either, but you're welcome to try.]
The Case Case
[The only reason Bakugou took this particular prayer was because it sounded sketchy as hell. There was no way it was going to go smoothly; hell, there's no way the whole thing isn't criminal in nature in some way. He'd only been following the directions of the prayer because he'd figured that whoever wanted them to protect the stupid briefcase would show up once they'd finished looking after it to collect it, and then he'll be able to grab them and find out just what the fuck they're up to.
He hadn't really counted on company - he sure as hell hadn't wanted it - but apparently he's not the only one who got messaged this particular prayer. And, well, what can you fucking do. So, whoever you are, you've been hanging out with a rather bored and characteristically surly Bakugou for the past two hours.
Honestly, the knife-wielding assailants might be something of a relief.
Bakugou certainly thinks so; he grins, rising to his feet and rolling a shoulder.] About fucking time. [He's clearly ready to throw down with the attackers, whether you are or not.]
Bakugou Katsuki | Boku no Hero Academia | God
[If combat is involved, Bakugou's going to be in the thick of it. He can't Rend ayakashi without a shinki, but with his quirk, he can certainly put them to inconvenience. Not to mention that while Bakugou himself may go rather unnoticed, his explosions definitely don't; anywhere he engages with ayakashi, their victims clear out fast. So, the way he sees it, he's killing two birds with one stone, even if he's killing zero ayakashi - they don't have the freedom to victimize anyone, and even if they did, Bakugou's driving everyone they could prey on away.
Granted, this means he's pissing off a lot of ayakashi at once, and he may be getting surrounded by them, but he'd be a piss-poor excuse for a hero if he couldn't handle what amounts to a mob of low-level mooks. He has to play keepaway if he doesn't want to get blighted, but with the maneuverability his quirk gives him, that's not gonna be hard.
He grins wolfishly at the horde, explosions crackling in his palms, eyes darting around as he tries to keep track of the ones in his periphery.] Come and get some, you ugly fucks!
[If you're anywhere in the vicinity, it's impossible to miss the noisy show Bakugou is putting on. In fact, it may be the only show in the area, because the club he's blowing things up in front of has probably cleared out entirely. Do you want to criticize Bakugou's methods? Help the clearly surrounded teenager? Bakugou won't thank you for either, but you're welcome to try.]
The Case Case
[The only reason Bakugou took this particular prayer was because it sounded sketchy as hell. There was no way it was going to go smoothly; hell, there's no way the whole thing isn't criminal in nature in some way. He'd only been following the directions of the prayer because he'd figured that whoever wanted them to protect the stupid briefcase would show up once they'd finished looking after it to collect it, and then he'll be able to grab them and find out just what the fuck they're up to.
He hadn't really counted on company - he sure as hell hadn't wanted it - but apparently he's not the only one who got messaged this particular prayer. And, well, what can you fucking do. So, whoever you are, you've been hanging out with a rather bored and characteristically surly Bakugou for the past two hours.
Honestly, the knife-wielding assailants might be something of a relief.
Bakugou certainly thinks so; he grins, rising to his feet and rolling a shoulder.] About fucking time. [He's clearly ready to throw down with the attackers, whether you are or not.]