[Boothill hadn't expected the sudden admiration. He cleared his throat with a chuckle.]

O' course, kid. Even heroes need helpin'.

[Boothill looked out at his half of the mindscape, the broken and burnt homes. Were his people still on those puny reservations or did they finally leave too? Boothill never went back to check, his home was gone. Long gone and never coming back. He sighed and nodded back towards those energy lines.]

We oughtta get movin' before more of those shirtbags show up.

[The rest of the walk was much the same after that. Some room to breathe, to chitchat, before another wave was upon them. This time, it was on Bakugo's side and he called them nomu and they were nothing short of zombies, basically. Guess it was also universal that the way to kill them was the same as any other.

Aim for the head.

Good thing theirs was so easy to target, it was almost laughable. They continued on walking once done and Boothill could see the door in the distance. He casually reloaded his guns as they walked.]

Looks like we're finally reachin' the end. Forkin' finally!