[Try complaining with a chunk of arena floor in your damn mouth!]
Stop looking at me like that! [This wasn't his damn fault! Charlie never had to come slinking over here trying to hide behind him! He accepted the risks the second he tried to use someone else as a damn shield! Bakugo had no intention of making it so other people in the arena weren't going to get hit. As awesome as that would be, he's not insane. That would require all the targets to work as a cohesive unit and be given time to coordinate. Not something that'll happen amid a hail of arrows.]
WATCH YOUR FOOT! [Don't step on his knee! And stop throttling his throat like a fucking horse harness! Bakugo grabs at Charlie's forearm and forcibly yanks-then-tucks it to make sure it's fitted more at his collarbone than crushing his windpipe. Those legs around his waist are just going to have to keep themselves situated without slamming his heels into his thighs.
Shit, this guy has a tight hold for some unknown reason. Maybe he's used to jumping on people's backs. He looks creepy enough. Gross. Once Charlie is secure, Bakugo positions his arms behind him, on either side of the man's hips, and detonates explosions from both hands. The sudden propulsion rushes them out of the smoke cloud and into the air again. The noise, jolt, heat, and light aren't going away any time soon. Arrows whiz by and he ducks, twists, flips, arches, contorting his body and limbs to make sure the projectiles miss both of them. It's a high-flying acrobatic pinball machine as the blonde carries them across the arena.
How many passes does he have to do before the damn audience is satisfied they're NOT going to hit him?!] Weren't you supposed to be OUT once you got hit, you damn koala?!
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Stop looking at me like that! [This wasn't his damn fault! Charlie never had to come slinking over here trying to hide behind him! He accepted the risks the second he tried to use someone else as a damn shield! Bakugo had no intention of making it so other people in the arena weren't going to get hit. As awesome as that would be, he's not insane. That would require all the targets to work as a cohesive unit and be given time to coordinate. Not something that'll happen amid a hail of arrows.]
WATCH YOUR FOOT! [Don't step on his knee! And stop throttling his throat like a fucking horse harness! Bakugo grabs at Charlie's forearm and forcibly yanks-then-tucks it to make sure it's fitted more at his collarbone than crushing his windpipe. Those legs around his waist are just going to have to keep themselves situated without slamming his heels into his thighs.
Shit, this guy has a tight hold for some unknown reason. Maybe he's used to jumping on people's backs. He looks creepy enough. Gross. Once Charlie is secure, Bakugo positions his arms behind him, on either side of the man's hips, and detonates explosions from both hands. The sudden propulsion rushes them out of the smoke cloud and into the air again. The noise, jolt, heat, and light aren't going away any time soon. Arrows whiz by and he ducks, twists, flips, arches, contorting his body and limbs to make sure the projectiles miss both of them. It's a high-flying acrobatic pinball machine as the blonde carries them across the arena.
How many passes does he have to do before the damn audience is satisfied they're NOT going to hit him?!] Weren't you supposed to be OUT once you got hit, you damn koala?!