[both hits land. and it would've had a lot more effect... if dabi hadn't fucked over his pain receptors thanks to that accident when he was a child. even when feels the crunch of bone and the way it pops out of his shoulder socket, there's little more than the sensation of pressure, of cracking, of disconnection before his arm's left dangling in a dislocated mess. even pointed metal to his stomach is far more an injury of wind and more knocked out of him than agonizing pain it would've caused someone else. that's what makes it easier to focus on other things. that's what makes the pain a non-issue. that's what prevents him from getting distracted by something as stupid as "it hurts" while his mind slams on the proverbial gas pedal with both feet. what's a brake? touya doesn't know. never came in his lessons. beat him around all you like; he can focus on THIS!
katsuki so desperately wants to get them away from this location, even if the last close-range bystander has already run off with his back burn. no cops. no heroes. no law enforcement to get in the way. just him an this bastard who wants to literally beat him to death again. is that what a hero's supposed to be like? wildly pummeling another person until his fists come away with red smeared all over them? he should be amused... he is... but... dabi also has his pride.
you don't think he's had the ever-living shit kicked out of him before? you don't think he's had his body torn to pieces and rendered in so much agony he couldn't get a single thought through his mind? the abject terror of feeling his own flesh peeling and breaking off his tissue as fire poured through his skin. when pain itself elevated to such a surreal state his brain was cooking in his skull and his heart was threatening to pop from the boiling blood evaporating within his organs. this is nothing... this is nothing... this is nothing!! beat him up, break his bones, knock his teeth out, bleed him dry, there's no such thing as fucking pain left for him anymore!!
still just a goddamn child. for all that bravado, he's afraid to kill. afraid to commit to that final stroke. you can't believe in trying for every possible method to avoid killing and hope to win in a battle to the death. dabi stepped into this fight with that very intent in mind. he's not getting out of this alive and he has zero intention of allowing katsuki to escape without paying that same price! you're not him, but you trained under him, you defended him, you looked up to him! so you'll do as practice pyre material! i'll drag you down into the flaming abyss myself! we're going to hell together, endeavor's intern!
this place must be such a frustrating existence for these heroes. not wanting to kill, yet forced to confront that possible requirement for the better of everyone else every day. a place without any of the limits they're used to cowering under, without the shackles they're so intent on wearing for the sake of "decent" society, without a place to throw the problems away into the dark and lock them up to never think about them again... a place where they can't "win" any meaningful way.
all they can do is die and come back and die again. over and over. last time, katsuki came at him with the intent to kill, influenced by the event and stopped by another hero. but this time, the only influence is one based on rage and desperation. did it ever cross his mind the person he's beating on right now has even more rage, even more insanity, inside? an explosion will never be anywhere near as hot as the blue flames coursing through dabi's veins.
like hell you will...
black flames this time. blooming out the side of dabi's body in a rush before a black wolf leaps from the flickering ebony tongues. patches of white show through its obsidian fur, turquoise eyes glowing in its dark face as blue flames leak from the corners of its maw. a row of azure fire runs down its spine, two or three hitodama drifting above it as it blitzes forward in a rush. no one's gonna know. WHAM! sinew, muscle, and teeth slam into katsuki's omen as dabi's rams it, immediately setting on the creature with every intent to maim, kill, or at the very least contain or stall it. katsuki came to kill him and failed; this time, dabi's the instigator and he's not about to let this kid go without showing him how it's done! you wanna kill someone, you go for it 100%
smack! fingers meet fingers and dabi jerks against the wood going up in flames all around them as katsuki lands an explosion on his good hand, blowing the villain's backwards into the flames. fine. let him have his hand. he's already ignited his flashfire fist, body temperature and flames shooting upward towards that hellish maximum that blazes even hotter than endeavor's. the wood around them goes up in ash, the stones under their feet start to sizzle and melt. katsuki deflected what would've been a jet burn to the face, but the rest of dabi is just as dangerous, just as hot. a hero tries to avoid leveling the area around them, but a villain takes collateral and runs with it. one explosion didn't level much, but the now-raging blue inferno is rapidly causing everything around them to spontaneously combust, vaporize into ash, or begin to boil and melt. did he really think he could stop this?! baka! this fire is mine! you can't stop what's already burning! i don't care if i die, so long as i take you with me!
no one's coming. the omens are clashing, dabi's blocking katsuki's with the same wild, sadistic ferocity the villain's eyes blaze with each time he faces the hero pummeling him. it's hard to tell whose blackened skin flecks are starting to peel off into the sweltering air with each blow. that doesn't hurt... that doesn't hurt at all...
*snap!*
and crashes his left hand around katsuki's right wrist, blackened fingers melting clean through the bracier before clasping their skeletal burning grip onto the hero's arm. dabi's skin is already peeling off again, lips half-burnt away from his teeth as flames start to flicker and lick through the holes in his cheek and gout from the inside of his mouth. tendons and muscles, strung wire tight from his life as a villain, fueled by hate and rage, are enough to match for the brawn pounding at him. his jaw's a mess, a few teeth missing, and there's something broken on the side of his head, but dabi doesn't even seem to notice as he sits up from the funeral pyre katsuki's more or less demolished the area around them into before the villain set it ablaze. fire consumes everything, roars and cracks breathing as intensely as dabi himself, and it's impossible to even picture any world that used to be around them. it's all blue and black and white, fire and smoke and noise. just the two of them together, burning up and bleeding within the heart of this unleashed conflagration.
one solid jerk brings katsuki towards him, staring into his eyes with feral, bloodshot craze.]
Let's go to hell together, Bakugou Katsuki! Prominence-
[BUUURN!!!]
[ooc: haha, oh he got a lot more than two punches. it's pulpy by this point. this fight's definitely ending on his terms! but yeah, certainly would've been a longer fight without the location and innocence involvement. next time, if/when they have one, it'll likely be less rage-craze and more a spar, so they can actually have a decent clash of quirks.
(thare r know such dings as typoes, efits, and phuck uts when phone tagging in bed~ feel free to PM or discord me if you wanna change anything in this! particularly the omen interference.]
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katsuki so desperately wants to get them away from this location, even if the last close-range bystander has already run off with his back burn. no cops. no heroes. no law enforcement to get in the way. just him an this bastard who wants to literally beat him to death again. is that what a hero's supposed to be like? wildly pummeling another person until his fists come away with red smeared all over them? he should be amused... he is... but... dabi also has his pride.
you don't think he's had the ever-living shit kicked out of him before? you don't think he's had his body torn to pieces and rendered in so much agony he couldn't get a single thought through his mind? the abject terror of feeling his own flesh peeling and breaking off his tissue as fire poured through his skin. when pain itself elevated to such a surreal state his brain was cooking in his skull and his heart was threatening to pop from the boiling blood evaporating within his organs. this is nothing... this is nothing... this is nothing!! beat him up, break his bones, knock his teeth out, bleed him dry, there's no such thing as fucking pain left for him anymore!!
still just a goddamn child. for all that bravado, he's afraid to kill. afraid to commit to that final stroke. you can't believe in trying for every possible method to avoid killing and hope to win in a battle to the death. dabi stepped into this fight with that very intent in mind. he's not getting out of this alive and he has zero intention of allowing katsuki to escape without paying that same price! you're not him, but you trained under him, you defended him, you looked up to him! so you'll do as practice pyre material! i'll drag you down into the flaming abyss myself! we're going to hell together, endeavor's intern!
this place must be such a frustrating existence for these heroes. not wanting to kill, yet forced to confront that possible requirement for the better of everyone else every day. a place without any of the limits they're used to cowering under, without the shackles they're so intent on wearing for the sake of "decent" society, without a place to throw the problems away into the dark and lock them up to never think about them again... a place where they can't "win" any meaningful way.
all they can do is die and come back and die again. over and over. last time, katsuki came at him with the intent to kill, influenced by the event and stopped by another hero. but this time, the only influence is one based on rage and desperation. did it ever cross his mind the person he's beating on right now has even more rage, even more insanity, inside? an explosion will never be anywhere near as hot as the blue flames coursing through dabi's veins.
like hell you will...
black flames this time. blooming out the side of dabi's body in a rush before a black wolf leaps from the flickering ebony tongues. patches of white show through its obsidian fur, turquoise eyes glowing in its dark face as blue flames leak from the corners of its maw. a row of azure fire runs down its spine, two or three hitodama drifting above it as it blitzes forward in a rush. no one's gonna know. WHAM! sinew, muscle, and teeth slam into katsuki's omen as dabi's rams it, immediately setting on the creature with every intent to maim, kill, or at the very least contain or stall it. katsuki came to kill him and failed; this time, dabi's the instigator and he's not about to let this kid go without showing him how it's done! you wanna kill someone, you go for it 100%
smack! fingers meet fingers and dabi jerks against the wood going up in flames all around them as katsuki lands an explosion on his good hand, blowing the villain's backwards into the flames. fine. let him have his hand. he's already ignited his flashfire fist, body temperature and flames shooting upward towards that hellish maximum that blazes even hotter than endeavor's. the wood around them goes up in ash, the stones under their feet start to sizzle and melt. katsuki deflected what would've been a jet burn to the face, but the rest of dabi is just as dangerous, just as hot. a hero tries to avoid leveling the area around them, but a villain takes collateral and runs with it. one explosion didn't level much, but the now-raging blue inferno is rapidly causing everything around them to spontaneously combust, vaporize into ash, or begin to boil and melt. did he really think he could stop this?! baka! this fire is mine! you can't stop what's already burning! i don't care if i die, so long as i take you with me!
no one's coming. the omens are clashing, dabi's blocking katsuki's with the same wild, sadistic ferocity the villain's eyes blaze with each time he faces the hero pummeling him. it's hard to tell whose blackened skin flecks are starting to peel off into the sweltering air with each blow. that doesn't hurt... that doesn't hurt at all...
*snap!*
and crashes his left hand around katsuki's right wrist, blackened fingers melting clean through the bracier before clasping their skeletal burning grip onto the hero's arm. dabi's skin is already peeling off again, lips half-burnt away from his teeth as flames start to flicker and lick through the holes in his cheek and gout from the inside of his mouth. tendons and muscles, strung wire tight from his life as a villain, fueled by hate and rage, are enough to match for the brawn pounding at him. his jaw's a mess, a few teeth missing, and there's something broken on the side of his head, but dabi doesn't even seem to notice as he sits up from the funeral pyre katsuki's more or less demolished the area around them into before the villain set it ablaze. fire consumes everything, roars and cracks breathing as intensely as dabi himself, and it's impossible to even picture any world that used to be around them. it's all blue and black and white, fire and smoke and noise. just the two of them together, burning up and bleeding within the heart of this unleashed conflagration.
one solid jerk brings katsuki towards him, staring into his eyes with feral, bloodshot craze.]
Let's go to hell together, Bakugou Katsuki! Prominence-
[BUUURN!!!]
[ooc: haha, oh he got a lot more than two punches. it's pulpy by this point. this fight's definitely ending on his terms! but yeah, certainly would've been a longer fight without the location and innocence involvement. next time, if/when they have one, it'll likely be less rage-craze and more a spar, so they can actually have a decent clash of quirks.
(thare r know such dings as typoes, efits, and phuck uts when phone tagging in bed~ feel free to PM or discord me if you wanna change anything in this! particularly the omen interference.]