[ooc: hey hey! me too, guh! think july was shit for many of us.]
[They told him that he's not supposed to evade forever. Even if the royals and wildcards are horrible shots, it's his "duty" as a low level servant to let someone hit him. Or else he'll be facing off against wild animals in the arena. Got it?
FUCK YOU!! He's no one's toy! If these bastards can't hit him, they don't deserve to see a single damn chalk mark on his body! Not that he intends on letting them land a hit. Even when three of them apparently team up and send a trio of arrows flying towards him, Bakugo braces his feet, cocks a hand back, and swipes a swath of raging explosions in front of him like a combusting wall. Wood, metal, twine, and chalk disintegrate immediately, leaving their failures rising in the air amid the arc of smoke. Bastards. He'll take his chances with the fucking animals than allow himself to be struck even once!]
Haa?! [Bakugo's eyes widen and his head twitches over his shoulder, incredulous rage warping his expression that someone would dare yell at him like that. What he sees is some black-haired brat scurrying for cover like a damn rat. Right behind him.] Protect you!? What the fuck, you don't know how to dodge?!
[Immediately he's calling a damn bluff on the guy's pathetic display, both from the shambling steps being a demonstration and the look in his eyes. A smaller frame makes for a harder target. BOOM! Heat and light blast across the small space between them, taking an arrow out of the air.] Don't fuck with me. You wanna play the idiot, then take one in the face!
[But even yelling that, another explosion wipes two arrows out, with Bakugo taking a place between the general audience and the other low rank.]
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[They told him that he's not supposed to evade forever. Even if the royals and wildcards are horrible shots, it's his "duty" as a low level servant to let someone hit him. Or else he'll be facing off against wild animals in the arena. Got it?
FUCK YOU!! He's no one's toy! If these bastards can't hit him, they don't deserve to see a single damn chalk mark on his body! Not that he intends on letting them land a hit. Even when three of them apparently team up and send a trio of arrows flying towards him, Bakugo braces his feet, cocks a hand back, and swipes a swath of raging explosions in front of him like a combusting wall. Wood, metal, twine, and chalk disintegrate immediately, leaving their failures rising in the air amid the arc of smoke. Bastards. He'll take his chances with the fucking animals than allow himself to be struck even once!]
Haa?! [Bakugo's eyes widen and his head twitches over his shoulder, incredulous rage warping his expression that someone would dare yell at him like that. What he sees is some black-haired brat scurrying for cover like a damn rat. Right behind him.] Protect you!? What the fuck, you don't know how to dodge?!
[Immediately he's calling a damn bluff on the guy's pathetic display, both from the shambling steps being a demonstration and the look in his eyes. A smaller frame makes for a harder target. BOOM! Heat and light blast across the small space between them, taking an arrow out of the air.] Don't fuck with me. You wanna play the idiot, then take one in the face!
[But even yelling that, another explosion wipes two arrows out, with Bakugo taking a place between the general audience and the other low rank.]