[When she lifts, the half-startled, swiftly following eyes widen. Staring up openly. Even Quirkless, magic's shadowing her abilities through almost near-perfect mimicry.
Which is bad.
Shifting tides, now. His cool expression thaws a bit, realization slipping through before he's balanced himself. That maneuver's a "problem". Worse, if they're similar, if she's learned to employ her elements to manipulate movements, then she's managed combinations, too. But now, there's the aerial—more than "shots" to keep eyes on, to keep up with. Evasion (and distance to do it) had proven trouble enough. Things weren't quite as simple once your target's above you, so his best bet's his force, to keep the offensive. Without a thought, he's all wind, whipping water's spray backwards.
An elemental counter.]
Kinetic, huh? You are a pain...
[More trash talk. Uraraka's no villain, but her taunting's needle enough to draw the spitfire out of him. Though they've never crossed in battle, anyone who's brawled with Bakugou isn't made to be scoffed at. She's not so sweet she'd let him pass without a fair bit of struggle. Although, he's never sparred for fun before. Never once afforded the time between their endless opponents. And, part of him thrills at it. Childish games of sport inside an impromptu arena. Even if lost, his friends, their underserved kindness, their mock-battle's burned on him. They'll be Heroes together, someday.
He's believing in that. He'll rely on her, too.
Once he's won this, of course...]
I'll take you down, first.
[His sweep's an explosion, a burst of dry heat providing small bits of pushback. Wind and sand his rough shield, a whirl of twisting air to scatter the clouds he's created. Decreasing visibility. He bolts again, sprinting, pushing to get beside her, to fire off another round of sparkling, magic-charged water.]
We'll meet on my level. [S... smiling a little. He's playing the villain.] How about this? The first to 3 wins.
[He'd need to catch up. She's tagged him already.]
no subject
Which is bad.
Shifting tides, now. His cool expression thaws a bit, realization slipping through before he's balanced himself. That maneuver's a "problem". Worse, if they're similar, if she's learned to employ her elements to manipulate movements, then she's managed combinations, too. But now, there's the aerial—more than "shots" to keep eyes on, to keep up with. Evasion (and distance to do it) had proven trouble enough. Things weren't quite as simple once your target's above you, so his best bet's his force, to keep the offensive. Without a thought, he's all wind, whipping water's spray backwards.
An elemental counter.]
Kinetic, huh? You are a pain...
[More trash talk. Uraraka's no villain, but her taunting's needle enough to draw the spitfire out of him. Though they've never crossed in battle, anyone who's brawled with Bakugou isn't made to be scoffed at. She's not so sweet she'd let him pass without a fair bit of struggle. Although, he's never sparred for fun before. Never once afforded the time between their endless opponents. And, part of him thrills at it. Childish games of sport inside an impromptu arena. Even if lost, his friends, their underserved kindness, their mock-battle's burned on him. They'll be Heroes together, someday.
He's believing in that. He'll rely on her, too.
Once he's won this, of course...]
I'll take you down, first.
[His sweep's an explosion, a burst of dry heat providing small bits of pushback. Wind and sand his rough shield, a whirl of twisting air to scatter the clouds he's created. Decreasing visibility. He bolts again, sprinting, pushing to get beside her, to fire off another round of sparkling, magic-charged water.]
We'll meet on my level. [S... smiling a little. He's playing the villain.] How about this? The first to 3 wins.
[He'd need to catch up. She's tagged him already.]