Those few moments of terror brought a happy grin to this man's face. It meant that he knew, that he finally knew, that he was outmatched. Even better where he was concerned that he hadn't taken an arm, or a leg, just showed off a small bit of what he could do and didn't on a massive scale. "Katsuki-kun settle d--" Of course he wouldn't stop, or settle down. Shigaraki knew that from before and he knew it now. The bright light of the explosion alone made him shut his eyes, the force of it was enough to blow him back into a particularly hard surface of ground they had uplifted from their back and forth.

Jarring free one of the hands on his neck, he let it hang by the red string connecting them as he coughed and got back up to his knees at least. "If you keep going..." he pushed himself to a shaky slouch.

How silly of Shigaraki. If one of them was here, he would have to keep an eye out for any others. He couldn't and wouldn't be sure, but. "If you're going to kill me, then you'll do it in cold blood." His outfit was ruined and if he wanted to heal, or could, he wasn't. All he was doing was adjusting the hand back at his neck and then lowering his hands. In fact, putting them behind his back. He had a plan and he was going to stick to it and as long as he lived he wouldn't ever forget just how terrified Bakugo was.