Paul isn't the only one who knows better but has done the opposite regardless of that fact. If his friends knew that Katsuki was out here by himself with every intention of taking a notorious beast out by himself, they would probably be livid with him. But he has no intentions of falling victim to that motherfucker, nor does he have the desire to drag any of them into more bloodshed after everything that's gone on in the last couple of months. And if he's being honest with himself? He doesn't want to risk them trying to talk him out of this. He needs it. Needs to do something good, to try to fucking... balance the scales of his own destruction or whatever. This isn't just going to save lives in the immediate sense and yeah, it's more killing to avoid more death. Not exactly logical, but nothing is fucking black and white when it comes down to it. Not here, not anywhere. And according to the locals, this helps the increase the fruits of their harvests. While Katsuki a year ago back home might not've bought into that kind of bullshit without seeing it first... he does here and now. He's seen them be right about plenty enough to be willing to believe it. He's also struggled with finding food and knows first hand how goddamn important that is.

Stealth isn't exactly Katsuki's forte. Not only does his quirk offer him absolutely no favor in that regard, it's just never been his style. It's ingrained in him by his own design to be a fearless and noticeable presence to enemies and audience alike, so when a situation calls for something more covert... well. Can't do everything flawlessly, as much as he likes to fucking think that he can.

Maybe it's the light crunch of leaves beneath his boot that catches Paul's attention, he doesn't know or give a shit because it's actually Katsuki who has been caught surprised here. Paul is apparently more skilled in this aspect of the hunt than he is, because his focus was pinned more to the destructive trail the creature has left, and didn't even realize that the other teen was crossing into his vicinity until he was practically on him. Even the shadow that the hood of his own cloak casts over his face doesn't hide the fact that he's caught off guard by the sudden voice, crimson eyes are wide and alarmed for a second there. But before he has the chance to try to express his displeasure with being obviously unaware? They're interrupted by the high pitched trill up ahead and his attention, fiercely focused and ready, diverts in that direction instead until he's addressed again. There's only time to spare Paul a glance as he reaches up to pull his hood down--that way he can see the the slight affirming nod of his head without the cloth getting in the way. The Bugge is why he is here.

The bone rattling roar of his mark cracks through the air like thunder, booming and menacing. It's got the blond's expression cracking open wide into a toothy, thrilled grin as his gaze searches ahead of them. Reading the path like a book and analyzing quickly, every step he will take as soon as he takes off, exactly what move will be made first and what the potential follow ups may be. Paul's voice is there again, Katsuki's head cocks so he can watch him sidelong for as long as it takes for him to say what he needs to. Obscure as it may seem, it's not hard to put together. One of these shitheads screeching in the woods ain't like the other, right?

The signs are there, that Paul's about to take off. Katsuki breaks into a sprint at the exact same time as him, rough voice calling out as they move in sync together across the forest floor. "Do what you gotta do, Pretty Boy! I'll get started on the big one!"