[Likening that feeling to a wave - or a tsunami - is very apt, because Katsuki definitely felt like he was fighting against a current, a riptide, and being dragged farther and farther from his consciousness with every passing second. It was hell, and breaking free once she's down in like gasping for air on the beach. His heart is going wild in his chest, and Katsuki can feel himself sweating a little too much to be healthy...even for him, but he can't really do much about it. Retreat isn't an option, and defeat is just plain not in his mental dictionary right now.
Instead of stopping for a much needed break, or even a breath, he uses the excess sweat to his advantage instead. He can feel every vein in his body screaming as his heart pumps blood through his system, the adrenaline numbing it only just - enough for him not to lose his perception, or for his ears to start ringing and drown out sound. Katsuki needs everything right now, because that assault earlier put him on a timer, and her can't afford even a second. He can't stop, he had to take her down within that time limit or face another attack like that again...and that will be it. That will be the end.
So he surges forward like a missile, even as she's speaking, an ironic twist of her words, and counters her webs with an explosion from one palm, hopefully burning it to scattering embers, and goes for another blast to her chest with his spare arm.]
If my life ain't worth fighting for...then that's not a life I want to live, bug.
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Instead of stopping for a much needed break, or even a breath, he uses the excess sweat to his advantage instead. He can feel every vein in his body screaming as his heart pumps blood through his system, the adrenaline numbing it only just - enough for him not to lose his perception, or for his ears to start ringing and drown out sound. Katsuki needs everything right now, because that assault earlier put him on a timer, and her can't afford even a second. He can't stop, he had to take her down within that time limit or face another attack like that again...and that will be it. That will be the end.
So he surges forward like a missile, even as she's speaking, an ironic twist of her words, and counters her webs with an explosion from one palm, hopefully burning it to scattering embers, and goes for another blast to her chest with his spare arm.]
If my life ain't worth fighting for...then that's not a life I want to live, bug.