[ The first comment just earns a short 'tch', dismissive. The second comment is— well, she has a point. Bakugou looks pensive for a moment, then he turns away from the ring and lifts one hand, palm up.
The scent of smoke hits the air along with a brief crackle of sparks, then there's a small, contained blast in his palm. He closes his fingers over it quickly as wisps of smoke trail up, keeping any stray sparks from hitting the wood or hay underfoot. And keeping anyone else from noticing, theoretically; it's pretty loud in here, and it was small enough that it really only made a small pop. ]
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The scent of smoke hits the air along with a brief crackle of sparks, then there's a small, contained blast in his palm. He closes his fingers over it quickly as wisps of smoke trail up, keeping any stray sparks from hitting the wood or hay underfoot. And keeping anyone else from noticing, theoretically; it's pretty loud in here, and it was small enough that it really only made a small pop. ]
That's how it is.