[good idea, since he'd likely kill whoever came at him with proverbial pitchforks and torches. not that dabi's one to hide behind another person's defenses, but if the opportunity presents itself, why not make use of it? he was, after all, fighting a monster, not setting the forest on fire. (well, he was earlier, doing the latter, but small details.)
despite his own need to cool down once more, dabi's making silent notes on nara'a's skill. they work well together, despite the villain's lone wolf preferences and overkill brute force tactics. despite his own power, he's pretty sure he'd not have gotten far with this creature by himself. nara'a had done most of the physical attacking and breaking. that also means the miqo'te can be the one covered in slime as he tears apart the creature's shell and hacks its skeleton to pieces inside its sludge body.
"in two" is easily, if not messily, done now that he's able to get its bones close to the surface of its body. dabi's mildly amused that the normally-calm man is so pissed at the beast. wonders if this is a normal trait for him, or if their almost clash had been a button pusher. well... this shirt is ruined. he grabs at the melted fabric and drags the rest of it off his shoulders and arms, throwing it away with a glare of disgust. Ewugh. Gross.]
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despite his own need to cool down once more, dabi's making silent notes on nara'a's skill. they work well together, despite the villain's lone wolf preferences and overkill brute force tactics. despite his own power, he's pretty sure he'd not have gotten far with this creature by himself. nara'a had done most of the physical attacking and breaking. that also means the miqo'te can be the one covered in slime as he tears apart the creature's shell and hacks its skeleton to pieces inside its sludge body.
"in two" is easily, if not messily, done now that he's able to get its bones close to the surface of its body. dabi's mildly amused that the normally-calm man is so pissed at the beast. wonders if this is a normal trait for him, or if their almost clash had been a button pusher. well... this shirt is ruined. he grabs at the melted fabric and drags the rest of it off his shoulders and arms, throwing it away with a glare of disgust. Ewugh. Gross.]
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