His whole fucking world is shounen, asshole (literally and figuratively, durhur), of course he's got the tropes drilled into his skull. Katsuki's going up, feeling a few of those bullets graze him, some even do hit him, and damn do they sting, but he's still going for it. He needs as much height as he can get for a full impact if he does a Howitzer...and if he boosts it with Cluster, then he needs to make sure he doesn't cave the entire mall in on itself. People are escaping, he saw a few scurry away from the corner of his eye as he was soaring up, but there's bound to still be a lot of people inside, holding out. He has to play this just right, because as much as Katsuki wants to...he's got a feeling he won't be the one to take this asshole down entirely. But he can at least claim the biggest goddamn dent, and then some.
"Nah...you're falling apart right now," physically, sure, but also emotionally and mentally. Katsuki's winning the mind game at least, and his face splits into that big, shit eating grin as he sees a barrage of missiles coming his way. Hahaha...cool. "Pathetic."
He lets himself fall, headed down to meet those four missiles as beads of his sweat fall off him. Katsuki starts to arc, then he begins to spin, his palms glowing, then his entire body, sparks dancing off his skin like tiny fireworks. This is going to be big. And he can't fucking wait. He's just about close enough, those missiles coming in hot, and he just....lets go. One arm whips out as he touches the missile, a spray of more caustic beads and--
"Howitzer...Cluster."
The first explosion is himself - it's big, it's blazing, and it's LOUD - then more come. The first missile, one of his beads of sweat, then another, it detonates another missile...it's like a daisy chain of various swirling explosions, a deadly firerworks display that shakes the grounds itself and probably carves the whole roof off the mall. It's...more property damage that he should be allowed to do, but sometimes them's just the breaks. Katsuki's heart is racing, his chest hurts, and his vision goes white. He barely even notices he's...somewhere else. Where? No goddamn clue, but definitely not in the mall. He just knows it's...not there. In reality, he blew himself in the opposite direction, through a couple windows, maybe a few walls of neighboring buildings. His whole body hurts, his heart is going way too fast, and his vision shifts from white to black. He's passing out. Katsuki's reached his own limit, and his entire being is telling him so. Stubbornly, he does try to move, to attempt to asses...anything. At all. But it's no use, he's run out of stamina, even his usual pigheadedness can't win this one.
He's got no idea how much damage he dealt, how many people managed to escape, but he kept the fucker busy enough for a few to get out of there, and there's not a chance he didn't cause the big guy some fatal damage. Whoever's up next...
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"Nah...you're falling apart right now," physically, sure, but also emotionally and mentally. Katsuki's winning the mind game at least, and his face splits into that big, shit eating grin as he sees a barrage of missiles coming his way. Hahaha...cool. "Pathetic."
He lets himself fall, headed down to meet those four missiles as beads of his sweat fall off him. Katsuki starts to arc, then he begins to spin, his palms glowing, then his entire body, sparks dancing off his skin like tiny fireworks. This is going to be big. And he can't fucking wait. He's just about close enough, those missiles coming in hot, and he just....lets go. One arm whips out as he touches the missile, a spray of more caustic beads and--
"Howitzer...Cluster."
The first explosion is himself - it's big, it's blazing, and it's LOUD - then more come. The first missile, one of his beads of sweat, then another, it detonates another missile...it's like a daisy chain of various swirling explosions, a deadly firerworks display that shakes the grounds itself and probably carves the whole roof off the mall. It's...more property damage that he should be allowed to do, but sometimes them's just the breaks. Katsuki's heart is racing, his chest hurts, and his vision goes white. He barely even notices he's...somewhere else. Where? No goddamn clue, but definitely not in the mall. He just knows it's...not there. In reality, he blew himself in the opposite direction, through a couple windows, maybe a few walls of neighboring buildings. His whole body hurts, his heart is going way too fast, and his vision shifts from white to black. He's passing out. Katsuki's reached his own limit, and his entire being is telling him so. Stubbornly, he does try to move, to attempt to asses...anything. At all. But it's no use, he's run out of stamina, even his usual pigheadedness can't win this one.
He's got no idea how much damage he dealt, how many people managed to escape, but he kept the fucker busy enough for a few to get out of there, and there's not a chance he didn't cause the big guy some fatal damage. Whoever's up next...
You're welcome. Don't blow it.