10-19-2018, 03:36 AM
He wasn't ready for it. He didn't see it coming. His vision was a blurred mesh, images intertwining within a soft field of sand and dapples of white. The loss of his clear vision was making an impact on his ears which were now picking up everything, failing to soften and tune out the excess noise that was being blasted at full volume. He was suddenly aware of the movement of the sea, the wails that occurred further off and even the sinking of paws into sand. The sounds are loud. He can hardly decipher what was in front of him. His eyes and his brain refused to agree with each other, his ears were on high alert. Bakugou couldn't even to begin to imagine what his other senses were like because of the intense fatigue and nausea that was swimming over him. There was no soreness and shock when he was hit, only the sensation of moving and toppling from Victor's crash. Before he realises it, he's already against the sand coughing. His body is rising and expelling all sorts of bodily fluids from his stomach. Then, with his last energy to Victor, he roars: "H...HUT. NOW." It was the safest place he could think of - his forge, his home.