Damage, yes, and Katsuki's clocking it. Not indestructable, but very solid. He has to use a stronger, bigger blast...meaning he has to get this big lunk out of this fucking mall and somewhere more open. Somewhere that there aren't any fucking hostages that could get utterly buried by the structure collapsing on them if Katsuki used his stronger moves. He could probabably blow a sizeable hole in the ceiling and fly out, hopefully the moron will chase him, especially if he's aiming for a good fight...otherwise this is going to be a war of a thousand cuts, and Katsuki knows enough that he won't last that long. This guy's on a level close to All Might in his fucking hayday.
"Nah, but I can shit dynamite. How about you come and kiss my ass and I'll give you a demonstration?"
Katsuki says that, to be a little shit, but the fact this guy knows how his quirk functions is...concerning. Most villains just focus in on the explosions, they don't think of how they're made, or from what, which gives Katsuki an edge - because he can detonate his sweat, it means his quirk is practically endless so long as he works hard...more now than ever, considering he can detonate from any part of his body, not just his hands. That might actually be what he has to do at some point - become a human bomb - and detonate himself like one. But not here. Definitely not here - he needs distance, height, he needs to be far, far away from anything and anyone he could destroy by going full nuke. He--
--...is in trouble. In a blink that's too fast to clock with just his eyes, the dickhead is gone and then suddenly way too close for comfort. How the hell?! He can't think, he can't react fast enough this time, and tightens up for the impact, which knocks him up higher and through the skylight of the mall, probably breaking a few ribs in the process. Fucking ow. Brings him back to when he and Deku went up against All Might in their practical exam, and he got hit in the gut that one time. Yeah, that...that fucking sucked. That fucking sucked a lot!! But, he didn't puke this time around, so that's...progress?? Maybe???? Though his stomach definitely is not happy, nor is the rest of his body. Katsuki's sure he's got a shard of glass lodged in...some part of him, but the adrenaline is culling most of the pain.
"Still better...than you."
His vision is shit - blurry and uncoordinated after that hit, but he's aiming one of his gauntlets - his new ones, at Smasher and focusing. This one doesn't have a pin to pull like the Grenadier Gauntlets do, it just...reacts. Like it's a part of him and knows what he wants it to do. A laser-like shot is fired from the barrel - pure, destructive heat - and Katsuki is hoping he hits his mark. Any mark. He needs just a few seconds to regain his composure and fly up.
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"Nah, but I can shit dynamite. How about you come and kiss my ass and I'll give you a demonstration?"
Katsuki says that, to be a little shit, but the fact this guy knows how his quirk functions is...concerning. Most villains just focus in on the explosions, they don't think of how they're made, or from what, which gives Katsuki an edge - because he can detonate his sweat, it means his quirk is practically endless so long as he works hard...more now than ever, considering he can detonate from any part of his body, not just his hands. That might actually be what he has to do at some point - become a human bomb - and detonate himself like one. But not here. Definitely not here - he needs distance, height, he needs to be far, far away from anything and anyone he could destroy by going full nuke. He--
--...is in trouble. In a blink that's too fast to clock with just his eyes, the dickhead is gone and then suddenly way too close for comfort. How the hell?! He can't think, he can't react fast enough this time, and tightens up for the impact, which knocks him up higher and through the skylight of the mall, probably breaking a few ribs in the process. Fucking ow. Brings him back to when he and Deku went up against All Might in their practical exam, and he got hit in the gut that one time. Yeah, that...that fucking sucked. That fucking sucked a lot!! But, he didn't puke this time around, so that's...progress?? Maybe???? Though his stomach definitely is not happy, nor is the rest of his body. Katsuki's sure he's got a shard of glass lodged in...some part of him, but the adrenaline is culling most of the pain.
"Still better...than you."
His vision is shit - blurry and uncoordinated after that hit, but he's aiming one of his gauntlets - his new ones, at Smasher and focusing. This one doesn't have a pin to pull like the Grenadier Gauntlets do, it just...reacts. Like it's a part of him and knows what he wants it to do. A laser-like shot is fired from the barrel - pure, destructive heat - and Katsuki is hoping he hits his mark. Any mark. He needs just a few seconds to regain his composure and fly up.