The smile worn on his face could only be rivalled by the devil as he watched while parts of the once scenic area were turned to ash. Sure, he wasn't letting it spread as far as he could, only within the radius that they had already taken down, but he could have. He could have and he was restraining himself specifically to show that he could have. Watching that bracer fall to ruin was one of the most satisfying things he could have ever done and the look on the face of his opponent left him in shambles inside that he couldn't fight to his fullest. Not if he wanted to retain some shred of a leg to stand on, so to speak.

"That's one down-" he called out as the teen ran at him, deciding to meet him half way with an awkward, eerie dash of his own. Even without the massive amount of restraint at having his familial reminders on him, Shigaraki never could do anything normally. That included his run as his hand raised to the air and the other at his side. Just a little bit of fun, as a treat. He wouldn't kill the youth, he wouldn't disintegrate him, just teach him that he shouldn't mess with things beyond his scope. When he perceived he getting close enough, he swept down to try to knock Katsuki's legs out from under him and pin him.

He knew that he couldn't keep going on like this, both of them would be admonished at this rate. There had to be concessions for old friends, didn't there? Depending on his success rate, at least he could play into and out of the hands of fate as he needed to.