08-20-2018, 07:02 AM
He'd been smithing for some hours now, finally taking a break because his limbs felt so sore that it was as if every muscle in his body had degenerated. His bones were as if they could shatter at any moment, turn to dust and cause him to melt in both agony and spinning fatigue. Bakugou can feel his rib cage begin to ache and tremble when he walks, dragging his body along because he could have sworn he heard the faint reverberation of a bell. As dramatic as he has described the pain to be, Bakugou doesn't look like it. The pain is overwhelming, throbbing his every joint, but he refuses to let such show. As long as he can walk, he can continue to do other jobs around The Typhoon. He doesn't want to simply give up and he doesn't want to have blacksmithing disable what he could do around the island. This dream, however, to get to the bell vanished upon hearing the call for a spar. Immediately intrigued the cream-furred male turns. He's not interested in dueling himself but he is curious to see who is willing to take the challenge, arriving to be almost disappointed to see Caesar having grasped the opportunity himself.
Bakugou twitches an ear, sitting down with slight difficulty and watching the fight commence. He used to watch heroes save the day all the time, observe how their movements were formed right before the moment of impact. Unfortunately, the way animals move is different to that of humans so it's been his mission to watch more Typhooners spar against each other. It allows him to recognise the importance of protecting certain body parts such as the tail, meant for balance, or the hind legs meant for impactful rushes. As he sits and watches, his eyes remain like stone - indifferent to who he wishes to be the winner. Although he has more respect for Marcellus, he doesn't particularly want to bet on the lemon-furred officer to lose. It would be hideously embarrassing for The Typhoon's only officer to lose to the likes of a normal crewmate, especially considering the king cheetah had been so sick not too long ago.
Bakugou twitches an ear, sitting down with slight difficulty and watching the fight commence. He used to watch heroes save the day all the time, observe how their movements were formed right before the moment of impact. Unfortunately, the way animals move is different to that of humans so it's been his mission to watch more Typhooners spar against each other. It allows him to recognise the importance of protecting certain body parts such as the tail, meant for balance, or the hind legs meant for impactful rushes. As he sits and watches, his eyes remain like stone - indifferent to who he wishes to be the winner. Although he has more respect for Marcellus, he doesn't particularly want to bet on the lemon-furred officer to lose. It would be hideously embarrassing for The Typhoon's only officer to lose to the likes of a normal crewmate, especially considering the king cheetah had been so sick not too long ago.