Bakugou awoke with a snarl, his crimson eyes snapping open.
His first realization as he lay there, staring at the sky, was that his voice sounded... different. Higher-pitched to be sure, but there was some other quality to it that didn't seem right. Moreover, his skin was soaked with some sort of liquid, one too thick to be his nitroglycerin sweat, and his nose was overwhelmed with the stench of blood. Was he bleeding?
The villains... where were the villains? It didn't make sense for them to just leave him for dead, not when their sheer numbers had been enough to overrun him. Maybe he'd won, and just didn't remember the details through the haze of battle. Even on his own, he would've put up a good fight. He thought so, anyway, but he couldn't remember exactly, as if he'd blown up his memory along with the rest of the surroundings in the midst of his final stand.
Groaning, Bakugou rolled over onto his side and tried to stand, only to freeze. There was indeed blood dripping from his form, but the more important thing was that his arms were covered in fur. Actually, he wasn't even sure he could call them arms, as the appendages at the end bore only the most remote resemblance to hands, the fingers being more like clawed toes than anything else.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself onto his feet and twisted around, trying to get a good look at the rest of his body. Every part of him was covered in that same light-colored fur, he had some sort of tail extending from his hindquarters, and he wasn't even bipedal anymore- he was quadrupedal.
His eyes flared, an infuriated hiss escaping him. One of the villains must have had some sort of quirk that let them turn opponents into animals- not that it made any sense for them to do that to him rather than just offing him, but there was no other explanation. But then how had he ended up out here? This filthy swamp didn't look even remotely like Hosu City, nor did it look like any place he'd been recently. Unsheathing his newfound claws and turning to face away from the swamp, he yelled, "You think this is funny? When I find you again, I'LL BLOW YOU TO PIECES!"
With another growl, Bakugou turned to the nearest tree and jabbed his paw towards it. The ensuing blast was... not actually a blast, but rather a jet of fire, the flames leaving black scars on the tree's bark. Bakugou stared at the burnt tree for a moment, brows raising. That was odd, the tree should've been blown apart like confetti, or even just vaporized into ash. Regular flames were Todoroki's quirk, not his.
Scowling, he sat down and pressed a paw against his forehead. Whatever came his way, he would almost definitely have to fight it- and even if he didn't have to, he probably would anyway- but the real question was, which way would lead him to the villains? The clearer path would've allowed them an easier escape, but with their quirks, they probably could've escaped through the swamp too. If he went the wrong way, he'd lose them and look like an idiot (not that he didn't already with his stupid, mangy four-legged form).
/tl;dr: angry ragdoll cat appears randomly at the border and tries to blow up a tree, but only chars it a bit- then sits down to think
/wounds: some cuts on his side, mostly minor bruises otherwise
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