“There was a place that might assist us in this time of need. Though, I’m not sure…” Lucifer rubbed his chin. “At any rate, it wouldn’t hurt to try and see if they’ll offer their hand to us since technically, they don’t operate in Reality Metropolis. They’re an outside institution.” Lucifer took another sip of the juice before hopping off the chair. “Assuming they managed to get them on our side, or at least, our interests aren’t in conflict, they may be in great assistance in the future.” Lucifer said. “Come, let set off for this journey.” Lucifer headed outside, waiting for the others to follow suit.
From Gogeta’s perspective, Spina stood there without moving an inch. The sudden change of tension had arisen, and the atmosphere was noticeably thick. The mood had change; in reflection of that, the sky transition from a sunny day to a noticeable dark setting. His body started to shake as his clenched his hands after hearing Gogeta’s comments.
Gogeta had some valid points in his arguments. Spina doesn’t mind slight difference in opinions when it comes to battle; he’d expected that the his naïve was nothing more than an act of sort. Yet, the more Gogeta spoke, the boiling anger started to rise. He thoughts flash from Panich, the spectacle with Blank Guy and the crippling defeat of Ultraman and endangerment of innocence who have nothing to do with the battle at hand.
The one that tip it off was the last sentence uttered from his mouth.
[Maybe more of your Breakers would be alive, if you finished the job quickly with Doom]
The expression on Spina’s face did not change, despite his body language showing off his anger. An aura that was filled with malice towards the fusion. He moved one foot forward.
Immediately, Spina’s fist strike against Gogeta’s torso. The power behind the punch was devastating; not because the impact easily ripping the earth apart as the fusion was flung back. But the punch was filled with intention to kill, to terminate, to eliminate without question.
He remained steady in his stance, as smoke sear off his fist formed by the intense heat of the punch. Spina’s face was covered in shadows; nothing seeable aside from the red shot eyes beaming outward and veins present on his forehead. “You speaks words, but the meaning behind it is filled with poison. You. Know. Nothing."