[Bakugou hits the ground and rolls, bounces back to his feet, and stands up, not even bothering to dash for cover, showing a distinct trust (and expectation) that Manjoume will cover him. He turns to glance at the targets as they retreat back into the darkness. No lights on either of their bodies. Not bad. Ten out of ten without a hit taken. That's what he likes to see.] We're gonna wipe this place out without a fucking strike.
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