September Catch-All- Duality

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 Character Name: Megumi Fushiguro
Who: Megumi, Dabi, Chin Yisou, and Maybe You
What: Alternate Trench World- Bugge Saving/ Hunting
When: All throughout Sept
Where: Gaze- Pocket World 

Content Warnings:  Violence, Blood, Gore, Body horror, Vomit, Burn wounds, Insect horror, Profanity/ swearing.Will be updated as needed!

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[burnitblack]

[you can thank him later, "hero". dabi lowers his arm and braces one leg behind him to resist the potential explosion. if that shit's flammable and/or explosive, he's up here on the roof not exactly too far away and would rather not get blown off it via the resulting backdraft. or if the creature decides to attack him in response...

from his position, dabi can't see the cultists behind the creature, focusing instead on the being itself and the destruction the flames are causing it. as megumi pointed out, the charred hole on its side gives him the advantage of actually being able to kill this thing if he can get enough fire on it for long enough. but keeping it still for that to happen is annoying.

oh look! it's caught on fire. a small flicker of pride wanders across his normally blase expression. lighting up the area around them, his flames detonate within the cloud and combust the particles one by one in a growing swell of blue. explosion turns to flare and bathes the surrounding buildings in blue light.

not that it really charred the main problem... dabi blinks when a figure dashes out into the fray. only takes a second to recognize that ridiculous mess of spikey hair. megumi? the fuck's he doing here? thought he went off to go protect a buncha people he thought might be stuck in the buildings. his attention jerks back to the reaver (reaper? dabi didn't pay attention) as it tries to jump. only to notice the legs jerk in a telltale sign of imprisonment.

shoot it!

well that takes care of the motion problem. he breaks forward in a rush, a spurt of flame behind him propelling the villain through the air and over the roof towards the creature. not gonna lob another ball at it. this time, he wants to ensure it's down for the count. flames gather as the wind pulls past him, hair and coat dragged backwards in the rush. one arm slams in front of him, hand open and palm spread.]

Jet Burn!

[wider than his flamethrower from before, a blast of flames almost twice his own height roars out, washing over the creature's face and front in a downward angle. not giving it a chance to duck or dodge since jumping is eliminated. the scorching heat immediately flashfries the rooftops around them, melts metal and boils stone, turning the ground itself into a blackened, sizzling skillet.]