(He stands in front of you without moving a muscle, except for his hand that now takes his revolver and holds it towards your head, He analyzes your every movement while reloading the trigger, He looks at you with a cold expression as he starts making small explosions with his other free hand, He murmurs in a deep voice, As cold as a death whistle.) Bakugo: Ha, You have a few seconds, Between the explosions burning your skin and countless bullets through your body, Which one do you choose?!
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