[good! it's not as much fun if they don't writhe in the flames for at least a few seconds before washing away into ash. thank fuck his nerves are shit about feeling pain. the burns on his back, there's something running down his leg, not sure if there's a rib broken or what, it's a minor struggle to breathe. but none of that matters as everything goes from deep turquoise to a darker blue as dabi's flames rev up to max. not letting that shit happen again. not letting him get close enough to hit him. death has never been something he fears. running towards it in a mad blitz, leaving in his wake an inferno that even the fucking demon king himself left alone! don't bitch to him about pain, about hell, about death! BEEN THERE! FUCKING DONE THAT!! no more sweat, no more blood, no more liquid! he'll incinerate him in a single flash! just like that god damn son of a bitch that put him in this world and took him out of it!
tatters of his coat flutter against his burned back, a few strands fused to his skin from the heat and explosion. staples blown open, leaving the purple burn scars to pull away from the still-healthy flesh, leaving a gaping "eye-shaped" hole of red sinew across dabi's back. doesn't care. doesn't matter. he'll pull that shut again later. might need to call in some healing favors to get that taken care of better... but that's for future dabi to worry about. right now, he'll turn his damn body into charcoal if he has to, just so he can send this fucking punk child to an early grave! broken bones be damned, bruises forgotten, burns ignored, torn muscles waived, skin peeling off, sure! put him down for the victim of a grenade to the back. it won't matter in a few seconds anyways! this ain't about winnin or losin, ya inexperienced child! it's life or death! LEARN IT WELL!
something buckles and he falls to one knee, not able to tell if it's his ankle or his knee itself. but that's not stopping the charge as dabi's eyes widen in a mixture of elation and insane hate. that dull throbbing in his head threatens to throw his focus off, making reaching his maximum output a wavering goal. almost reaches it, then falls down again, drives it back, only to slip. and katsuki's not gonna give him time either. he hears him, then sees him, approaching. amid this burning square, buildings on fire, blown to pieces, charred corpses scattered around from the fight, some blasted apart, some torn by rubble or scorched by burning debris. it's a hellzone of a battlefield. who knows how many deaths are chalked up to which combatant? dabi's certainly made sure that katsuki's blasts have caused more than enough damage.
footsteps and that's it-- he can't play this fucking game of dodge with his own body anymore. MOVE!!]
HELL SPIDER!
[no point in wasting it on a single burst. he'll dodge it. so instead--!! fire erupts outward, as dabi uncrosses his arms in a vicious slash out and downward, throwing ragged, widening streams of crisscrossing flames in front of him. leaving closing squares of space between them as the flaming net rushes out across the slowly-boiling street. catch him in it, get burned to pieces, lacerate your damn arms and legs, he doesn't give a shit so long as it leaves this piece of trash a smoldering mess on the ground! one explosion after another, and dabi's eyes widen in frustration, elation, and rage as the kid weaves through the nets, shoulders and legs barely brushing against the flames. minor burn damage despite the intense heat, but should be enough to make his life suck!
one more, a second one, slashing the lines out as they arch and sweep, curving around in controlled fury to rear midair and plunge back towards the hero driving towards him. feels a finger pop and one of the strands soars past katsuki instead of landing on his back. shit. closer. ducking down, avoiding another stream of flame, jumping and sliding through a closing square. dabi stands his ground, now a pool of molten rock all around his feet. katsuki's suddenly in front of him, that mad grin of his meeting the villain's own slasher smile. arms outspread and he abruptly jerks them inward the second the blonde pulls the pin on that grenadier bracer.]
GO TO HELL!
[one explosion. streams of fire. crash together in a fury of orange and blue and yellow and white. a volcano's blast, spewing into the air and clearing out the entire square around them. buildings blown off their foundations, lamps vaporized, windows shattered, and molten street flung away like glowing mud from an impact crater. there's... there's no pain. there's nothing. hell, he's not even sure where the fuck he is. just that it's black. can't feel, can't see, can't hear. numbness all over, darkness despite his eyes being open (and totally grayed out), ringing in his ears that blocks out everything. crumpled on his side in a smoking mess, thrown across the grounds like a rag doll. oh there's blood. it's pooling under him, not even sure if he's got an arm at the moment. part of his cheek is missing, white teeth visible to the burning air around him through the rippled-away portion. half his coat gone, shirt slowly burning down around his chest. whether he's alive or dead is hard to tell, but dabi's certainly the worse for wear at the moment. victor... victor goes to the first one to stand up.
HE CAN ARRANGE THAT!! Write it on your fucking pyre! "Sorriest Shit Loser Lies Here!"
tatters of his coat flutter against his burned back, a few strands fused to his skin from the heat and explosion. staples blown open, leaving the purple burn scars to pull away from the still-healthy flesh, leaving a gaping "eye-shaped" hole of red sinew across dabi's back. doesn't care. doesn't matter. he'll pull that shut again later. might need to call in some healing favors to get that taken care of better... but that's for future dabi to worry about. right now, he'll turn his damn body into charcoal if he has to, just so he can send this fucking punk child to an early grave! broken bones be damned, bruises forgotten, burns ignored, torn muscles waived, skin peeling off, sure! put him down for the victim of a grenade to the back. it won't matter in a few seconds anyways! this ain't about winnin or losin, ya inexperienced child! it's life or death! LEARN IT WELL!
something buckles and he falls to one knee, not able to tell if it's his ankle or his knee itself. but that's not stopping the charge as dabi's eyes widen in a mixture of elation and insane hate. that dull throbbing in his head threatens to throw his focus off, making reaching his maximum output a wavering goal. almost reaches it, then falls down again, drives it back, only to slip. and katsuki's not gonna give him time either. he hears him, then sees him, approaching. amid this burning square, buildings on fire, blown to pieces, charred corpses scattered around from the fight, some blasted apart, some torn by rubble or scorched by burning debris. it's a hellzone of a battlefield. who knows how many deaths are chalked up to which combatant? dabi's certainly made sure that katsuki's blasts have caused more than enough damage.
footsteps and that's it-- he can't play this fucking game of dodge with his own body anymore. MOVE!!]
HELL SPIDER!
[no point in wasting it on a single burst. he'll dodge it. so instead--!! fire erupts outward, as dabi uncrosses his arms in a vicious slash out and downward, throwing ragged, widening streams of crisscrossing flames in front of him. leaving closing squares of space between them as the flaming net rushes out across the slowly-boiling street. catch him in it, get burned to pieces, lacerate your damn arms and legs, he doesn't give a shit so long as it leaves this piece of trash a smoldering mess on the ground! one explosion after another, and dabi's eyes widen in frustration, elation, and rage as the kid weaves through the nets, shoulders and legs barely brushing against the flames. minor burn damage despite the intense heat, but should be enough to make his life suck!
one more, a second one, slashing the lines out as they arch and sweep, curving around in controlled fury to rear midair and plunge back towards the hero driving towards him. feels a finger pop and one of the strands soars past katsuki instead of landing on his back. shit. closer. ducking down, avoiding another stream of flame, jumping and sliding through a closing square. dabi stands his ground, now a pool of molten rock all around his feet. katsuki's suddenly in front of him, that mad grin of his meeting the villain's own slasher smile. arms outspread and he abruptly jerks them inward the second the blonde pulls the pin on that grenadier bracer.]
GO TO HELL!
[one explosion. streams of fire. crash together in a fury of orange and blue and yellow and white. a volcano's blast, spewing into the air and clearing out the entire square around them. buildings blown off their foundations, lamps vaporized, windows shattered, and molten street flung away like glowing mud from an impact crater. there's... there's no pain. there's nothing. hell, he's not even sure where the fuck he is. just that it's black. can't feel, can't see, can't hear. numbness all over, darkness despite his eyes being open (and totally grayed out), ringing in his ears that blocks out everything. crumpled on his side in a smoking mess, thrown across the grounds like a rag doll. oh there's blood. it's pooling under him, not even sure if he's got an arm at the moment. part of his cheek is missing, white teeth visible to the burning air around him through the rippled-away portion. half his coat gone, shirt slowly burning down around his chest. whether he's alive or dead is hard to tell, but dabi's certainly the worse for wear at the moment. victor... victor goes to the first one to stand up.
or the only one not to die by the end.]