[Of course it's crossed his mind that Dabi has far more fury than he does. Insanity? You fucking bet he knows. There isn't any trying to find the alternatives, because there aren't any. What the fuck is he gonna do, try to reason with this piece of villain scum? He fucking wasted that lady--and would've murdered the vendor too and for no reason other than to set Katsuki off. To bait him back into a situation he will do anything to prevent. Nothing more, nothing less. Dabi is fucking batshit, and so hellbent on getting his revenge or teaching him a fucking lesson that's entirely fucking senseless in a place like Trench that he's willing to kill them both to do it. He's just sent his omen out to stop Katsuki's from going for help for whoever will be left in the aftermath, because he wants the worst possible outcome. There is nothing else he can do.
It's not that he's afraid to make the call, it's that the call that Katsuki has decided to make is just... completely fucking savage in it's application because essentially he does plan to beat him to death if he can. This hero in training refuses to have a hand in the death and destruction of month's past, ever again, even if that's at his own expense. And as the azure flames roar to life painfully around the both of them, as every nerve in his body starts to scream with the burn of it... it becomes increasingly clear that it's probably going to be. Every hit that Katsuki connects into his face is with a frenzied force, one crack after another, coming harder than the last in a last ditch effort to knock him the fuck out and stop the unrelenting, overwhelming burn from overtaking him. Drop him! DROP! HIM! MAKE HIM STOP!!
He can't hear the snarling of their omens clashing viciously, not over the roar of flames and definitely not over the sound of his own voice doing the same in both pain and his rage. All he can do is will Murder Hound to pick up on his absolute desperation for someone to at least know he's gone. Fight that mutt off! Kill him!! They can't be left wondering, and at this rate, there's going to be nothing fucking left to even clue them in. He can't leave Ochako like that. Deku. If there is one thing he needs to come out of this, it's his omen fucking making it to them so that they know.
Fuck! It hurts! Everything fucking hurts! It hurts more than he could think to describe, and just when he thinks that it can't get any worse, it fucking does. The blaze of Dabi's quirk just goes and goes, it feels an infinite hell that he won't escape... because it is. Millions of agonizing needle pricks, encompassing everything, threatening to consume him. Adrenaline and endorphins have nothing on it--they're not his friends here, as there's no reprieve from the agony that he's trying force himself to fight through. Swing-- Crack!
Again! Again! Don't fucking stop! Crack! AGAIN!
CRACK!
Dabi's not going down, for anything. Fucking monster, honestly! And Katsuki, for all of his determination, is only human. He can try to will himself to move through it all he likes, but there is a point that his body makes the decision for him, and starts to move on it's own in retreat. Too much. Bubbling skin, boiling blood, no room for oxygen or anything but the sound of his desperate heartbeat drumming in his ears. Get out get out get out--
Dabi's hand seals around his arm, burns through his bracer and right into the already screaming meat of his forearm and the boy who prides himself on his strength and resolve can't help but choke on the scream that tears out of his chest.]
ghkYYYYAAAAGHHHFUUUCK!!!!
[The teen jerks back hard, which only makes the surrounding nerves that haven't just been seared into oblivion hurt even more, if possible, but before he has any chance to thrash or plant his boot into Dabi's center to kick off and away from this fucking maniac... he's pulled in. Closer to that face, that peeling , skeletal leering face right in his like some kind of fucking nightmare of a monster. It's over. It's all over. And it's fucking disgusting. Looking at his face, accepting that this horrific monster is gonna be the last thing he sees, and experiencing the way it makes him feel almost frightened... all of it just fucking pisses him off to no end.
You don't fucking scare him! You piece of SHIT! YOU WANNA FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT, HAH?! FINE!! HAVE IT YOUR WAY!!
He snarls, good hand coming up to slap over the mess that they've both made of Dabi's face to vice grip it, and just as the taller man is finishing ejecting the word Prominence, just as the flames that will render him into nothing but ash roar to life, he pumps one last explosion right into his skull.
BOOM!
Later when he's washed up on the shores all over again, he'll acknowledge that the end was actually the easiest part of being burnt alive. One fast, final stroke of agony before nothingness. But in this moment, it's just black nonexistence.]
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It's not that he's afraid to make the call, it's that the call that Katsuki has decided to make is just... completely fucking savage in it's application because essentially he does plan to beat him to death if he can. This hero in training refuses to have a hand in the death and destruction of month's past, ever again, even if that's at his own expense. And as the azure flames roar to life painfully around the both of them, as every nerve in his body starts to scream with the burn of it... it becomes increasingly clear that it's probably going to be. Every hit that Katsuki connects into his face is with a frenzied force, one crack after another, coming harder than the last in a last ditch effort to knock him the fuck out and stop the unrelenting, overwhelming burn from overtaking him. Drop him! DROP! HIM! MAKE HIM STOP!!
He can't hear the snarling of their omens clashing viciously, not over the roar of flames and definitely not over the sound of his own voice doing the same in both pain and his rage. All he can do is will Murder Hound to pick up on his absolute desperation for someone to at least know he's gone. Fight that mutt off! Kill him!! They can't be left wondering, and at this rate, there's going to be nothing fucking left to even clue them in. He can't leave Ochako like that. Deku. If there is one thing he needs to come out of this, it's his omen fucking making it to them so that they know.
Fuck! It hurts! Everything fucking hurts! It hurts more than he could think to describe, and just when he thinks that it can't get any worse, it fucking does. The blaze of Dabi's quirk just goes and goes, it feels an infinite hell that he won't escape... because it is. Millions of agonizing needle pricks, encompassing everything, threatening to consume him. Adrenaline and endorphins have nothing on it--they're not his friends here, as there's no reprieve from the agony that he's trying force himself to fight through. Swing-- Crack!
Again! Again! Don't fucking stop! Crack! AGAIN!
CRACK!
Dabi's not going down, for anything. Fucking monster, honestly! And Katsuki, for all of his determination, is only human. He can try to will himself to move through it all he likes, but there is a point that his body makes the decision for him, and starts to move on it's own in retreat. Too much. Bubbling skin, boiling blood, no room for oxygen or anything but the sound of his desperate heartbeat drumming in his ears. Get out get out get out--
Dabi's hand seals around his arm, burns through his bracer and right into the already screaming meat of his forearm and the boy who prides himself on his strength and resolve can't help but choke on the scream that tears out of his chest.]
ghkYYYYAAAAGHHHFUUUCK!!!!
[The teen jerks back hard, which only makes the surrounding nerves that haven't just been seared into oblivion hurt even more, if possible, but before he has any chance to thrash or plant his boot into Dabi's center to kick off and away from this fucking maniac... he's pulled in. Closer to that face, that peeling , skeletal leering face right in his like some kind of fucking nightmare of a monster. It's over. It's all over. And it's fucking disgusting. Looking at his face, accepting that this horrific monster is gonna be the last thing he sees, and experiencing the way it makes him feel almost frightened... all of it just fucking pisses him off to no end.
You don't fucking scare him! You piece of SHIT! YOU WANNA FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT, HAH?! FINE!! HAVE IT YOUR WAY!!
He snarls, good hand coming up to slap over the mess that they've both made of Dabi's face to vice grip it, and just as the taller man is finishing ejecting the word Prominence, just as the flames that will render him into nothing but ash roar to life, he pumps one last explosion right into his skull.
BOOM!
Later when he's washed up on the shores all over again, he'll acknowledge that the end was actually the easiest part of being burnt alive. One fast, final stroke of agony before nothingness. But in this moment, it's just black nonexistence.]