While he had the tendency to spontaneously jump into stupid situations, Bakugou was no idiot. He was well aware that trading positions was not in his power, getting mildly irritated when Goldenluxury spoke up. His teeth press together, sinking into their grooves. He wasn't simply going to reject a proposition to fight. He refused to look like a coward, refused to look down on his own strength. He believed in his own abilities and the bengal was speaking as if she expected Bakugou to lose, that there was too much at stake when in reality there was none. He growls in return to the former-Dealer, sanguine eyes narrowing before the male huffs in indignation to Goldenluxury's position in front of him, as if willing to block any attacks. Her height mattered nothing to him, not while she was always healing of some kind of injury, ridden with pains in her spine. He bites his lip, about to grumble that he knew that nothing would change by the fight but wanted to have an opportunity to beat Caesar's ass himself when the Captain's voice was made known. His ears perk, tail straightening at the rumble because he had almost forgotten Pincher was still here and watching.

At the end of his lecture, Captain Pincher began moving down, tattoos causing his eyes to begin wincing at the brightness. The proposition, the premise which Caesar had founded, had been changed. Once again, there was always the 'if Bakugou lost' condition and it was beginning to make him feel belittled. He hated the mindset of everyone, hated that he was unable to prove himself because even the Captain was installing a secondary condition. Bakugou just wanted to fight and show how much work he had put into his training, how much he had been holding back. He kept trying to stay positive, remind himself that he and Caesar would have the first and only fight in this whole ideal because he would win. His eyes widen when the savannah, however, loses it in an explosive rage, charging in the direction of Pincher. Within seconds, he realises he would remain appearing so weak and vulnerable, robbed of his chances as he sees Goldenluxury with an electrical spark. He snarls to himself, knowing that the only elemental advantage he would have over Caesar would be his earth elementals but there was nothing around that he would feel comfortable with pulling. He didn't want to destroy the meeting place.

He isn't able to hear Owen's barks, too fixated on the current situation, the running thoughts in his mind. Knowing that Caesar would have to react to the electricity, likely working to re-route it, he quickly teleports behind Caesar and attempts to throw a fireball at his back. While he doubts it will do much, he simply wants to do it to distract and overwhelm the Head Officer. He wasn't looking for a full fight because, if there was at least one thing he learnt in school, he had to pay attention to the state of his surroundings. He wouldn't want the dome to be destroyed.