Killing someone's pointless here. The hotel brings them back.

[Bakugo's not gonna waste his time and energy on a futile endeavor. This bastard can assume what he wants. His boots go from grinding on concrete and stepping atop wooden frames to a soft husk as he reaches plush carpeted halls and the resort more proper. This entire floor's completely consumed by movie sets and other theatrics, but the ground floor and lobby should be free of transformation. Minus the theming on restaurants and workers.

Of course this guy's still behind him. Didn't lose him in the hustle and bustle, unfortunately. Athletic, resilient, quick, reactive, there's more to this guy. He's not some fool getting blown up normally. Tch, great. Bakugo wasn't stopping to let him catch up though. No he was making sure the elevator wasn't getting ready to open and let out a rush into the damn hall. Right.]

It's a smart watch. [Do they have those in this guy's world? Assume not.] Think of it as a small computer strapped to your wrist. [Bakugo heads for the stairwell near the elevator.]