Good. He was free. The worst of the the terror clawing at Katsuki's chest eased, but he couldn't exhale just yet. After colliding with the concrete, he got up, coughing from the ashes and dust.

"Stop talking," He grunted, lifting up his palms, bruised and bleeding from the fight, to throw another explosion, only this one wasn't meant as an attack, but to blind Shigaraki's view with light and a smokescreen which he used it to try and get behind him without his noticing and attempt to grab both wrists.

"You're not gonna see the light of day."