[it reeks of smoke, burning stone and material, the stench of flesh scorching and the sweeter aroma of burning wood diffusing through the air, all of it combining into a wave of aromatic "fire" flowing before him and blowing on the wind to other parts of trench. "fire" is what they smell, the danger and threat of that ominous heat approaching in its all-consuming rage. more fuel, more food, and it gets larger and larger.
and the people have fallen to it as well. it's rather liberating to finally let loose like this once more. whether the innocents confront him for burning their buildings or run from him begging for mercy, it's no issue for dabi to set them aflame. kindling. that's all they are. most of them lie in charred heaps, burned to death in the stores they sought to take refuge in. others have caught fire and went running, flailing arms and screaming in panic and fear as they crashed into one thing or another, spreading his fires with them. too bad for them.
emerging from the smoke like the harbinger of hell he is, dabi steps onto the street, wisps of burning aura curling over his shoulders and around his legs like claws dragging across his body. it's only then that he realizes someone else has been at work. a large town square, harboring a collection of stalls, stores, and even a fountain of sorts in the center, looking to be a public hub within trench. and at least three of the streets leading into it are demolished. one of them, behind him, a smoldering hallway of blue flames and black smoke, one or two lingering people falling to the ground in throes of death and surrender.]
Hm? [a shadow. it drops down from the window of the nearby store. someone inside trying to hide. hmph. ya know, he might've kept walking, but... tonight's not the time to keep walking. lifting his burn-scarred arm, dabi aims his hand towards the store front, palm slowly igniting into a white-hot, blue-line glow.] Shine-
[hey dabi!!]
--? [a split second. he knows that voice. it belongs to a yapping dog that thinks he's important. memories come back immediately, from the strangled warning for that green kid not to come to the mixture of pride, terror, guard, mockery, and determination that flavored bakugou katsuki's speech of denial towards shigaraki. exactly as dabi figured he would. yeah, he remembers that kid, the feeling of his neck in his hand. how tense he was, a drop of cold sweat dripping from his nape to dabi's skin. could've killed him right then and there...
memory's over and he turns his head, eyes narrowing on the momentary sight of that kid, full costume, aiming those grenade-shaped hand gauntlets at him.
Fuck-
FWOOM!
blue eyes narrow and he ignites himself, pouring a launchpad of flames out his feet to rocket himself upward and backward. underestimating this kid is an idiot's move. and dabi's not an idiot. teeth grit as the shockwave slams into him, one arm thrown up to block his face from the heat and smoke. already airborne by the time that explosion hits, it throws him backwards, flipping the guy end over end like some black spider thrown through the sky. blue flames erupt backwards and below, hands slamming behind him and both legs in front of him to stabilize himself in the sky.]
Tch!
[bastard. he puts his teeth together, stopping the brief vibration from the shockwave. someone's playing a dangerous game of hero.]
Oy, asshole. [droning loudly in the air as he points down with one hand.] Think ya hit the guy ya tried to save!
[cause the store and its owner dabi had been about to torch, the one he assumes katsuki had attacked him to protect, yeah that one... it's face is completely blown inward. who knows what happened to the person inside with all that heat and glass.]
they're only good for experience pts anyways
and the people have fallen to it as well. it's rather liberating to finally let loose like this once more. whether the innocents confront him for burning their buildings or run from him begging for mercy, it's no issue for dabi to set them aflame. kindling. that's all they are. most of them lie in charred heaps, burned to death in the stores they sought to take refuge in. others have caught fire and went running, flailing arms and screaming in panic and fear as they crashed into one thing or another, spreading his fires with them. too bad for them.
emerging from the smoke like the harbinger of hell he is, dabi steps onto the street, wisps of burning aura curling over his shoulders and around his legs like claws dragging across his body. it's only then that he realizes someone else has been at work. a large town square, harboring a collection of stalls, stores, and even a fountain of sorts in the center, looking to be a public hub within trench. and at least three of the streets leading into it are demolished. one of them, behind him, a smoldering hallway of blue flames and black smoke, one or two lingering people falling to the ground in throes of death and surrender.]
Hm? [a shadow. it drops down from the window of the nearby store. someone inside trying to hide. hmph. ya know, he might've kept walking, but... tonight's not the time to keep walking. lifting his burn-scarred arm, dabi aims his hand towards the store front, palm slowly igniting into a white-hot, blue-line glow.] Shine-
[hey dabi!!]
--? [a split second. he knows that voice. it belongs to a yapping dog that thinks he's important. memories come back immediately, from the strangled warning for that green kid not to come to the mixture of pride, terror, guard, mockery, and determination that flavored bakugou katsuki's speech of denial towards shigaraki. exactly as dabi figured he would. yeah, he remembers that kid, the feeling of his neck in his hand. how tense he was, a drop of cold sweat dripping from his nape to dabi's skin. could've killed him right then and there...
memory's over and he turns his head, eyes narrowing on the momentary sight of that kid, full costume, aiming those grenade-shaped hand gauntlets at him.
Fuck-
FWOOM!
blue eyes narrow and he ignites himself, pouring a launchpad of flames out his feet to rocket himself upward and backward. underestimating this kid is an idiot's move. and dabi's not an idiot. teeth grit as the shockwave slams into him, one arm thrown up to block his face from the heat and smoke. already airborne by the time that explosion hits, it throws him backwards, flipping the guy end over end like some black spider thrown through the sky. blue flames erupt backwards and below, hands slamming behind him and both legs in front of him to stabilize himself in the sky.]
Tch!
[bastard. he puts his teeth together, stopping the brief vibration from the shockwave. someone's playing a dangerous game of hero.]
Oy, asshole. [droning loudly in the air as he points down with one hand.] Think ya hit the guy ya tried to save!
[cause the store and its owner dabi had been about to torch, the one he assumes katsuki had attacked him to protect, yeah that one... it's face is completely blown inward. who knows what happened to the person inside with all that heat and glass.]