Rogue City Command Center Ruins
“What a strange comment, Zenta.” Lucifer descended towards the ground once Nia lightened her psionic abilities. “While its absolutely detestable that you’re tossing aside your will for another, shouldn’t your reasonings be more inline of not contributing to the continuous interference of the Breakers as a whole? Perhaps that’s a quirk from your universe—zeroing in on a singular person.” Lucifer smirked. “But don’t worry, I’ll personally keep a watchful eye on any possible reckless behaviors, young man. Otherwise, vengeance for Cuki might be for naught.”
The angel joked, turning his attention to Spina’s wardrobe issues. “It is problematic. A proper attire is needed.” Raising his right arm; blue lights flash around his fingertips of his hand. In a sudden flash that blinded everyone, once its died down, Spina had a new attire.
In a similar aesthetics to his previous clothes, Spina wore a black-tight shirt with white fur around the collar, baggy navy pants, white fur belt, white boots, and black armbands with fur at the bottom. Although his hair was still greyed out after returning from ‘death’, his hair had shifted back to his original style. On the back of his shirt, there exist a symbol; Lucifer did not create it, rather, it suddenly appeared on its own: 苛
The old Saiyan examined his new look. “Feels comfortable…” Although he prefers to fight with light clothes, these clothes feel like it won’t be in the way in the battle. He moved his shoulders around to see if the fur would bother him; he was relived that it didn’t; rather, it was rather refreshing to have something to warm on the back of his neck. Especially in a cold environment they were in right now.
Spina glanced towards the Breakers; his eyes filled with determination. “You heard the senior Detective. You got your objectives. Team Distraction will cause a scene and lure them away from the hive, while stealth will use the opportunity to sneak in and take out the core.” He clenched his right fist, smirking as he was getting excited for battle. “There’s a strong possibility that things won’t go as plan, though. We could be walking into a trap as this rock bastard intends to, and if that were to happen, don’t freaked out. Follow our lead, don’t abandoned your teammates, and adapt to any changes in situation.”
When Bernkastel asked a question regarding identity, Spina nodded once. “That’s ideal.” The old Saiyan turned his sights towards Detective Spawn. “You placed a tracker on Zenta and found us here in this city, hmm? You can easily do that again, but this time, for all of us. That way we can identify each other through that in case someone tries to infiltrate us.”
Detective Spawn glanced towards Zenta, feeling disgusted that the beast would make a causal suggestion of going off on his own. “Yes... that’s an easy task to do. I’m recovered enough to be more prominent in battle.” Raising his left arm, he simply swipes forward and tiny horde of green particles spread across, landed on the Breakers. “It’ll appeared once I maintain focus on it, but they will be inactive. Should you get suspicious on anyone, you can just ask me.”
“Hmph,” Spina glanced towards Bernkastel, remembering their conversation from yesterday. “This is the chance to give it our all out there. I’ll be looking forward to see your improvement against those rock bastards.” Although Spina seemingly accepted “friendship” with the Witch of Miracles, there was still some distance between the old Saiyan and the rest of the Breakers. The lack of bonds was undoubtedly still present within Spina, although Bernkastel managed to push him on the path to form “bonds”.
Turning towards the portal, Spina tightened his fist even more. “Let’s not waste anymore time, Breakers.” He grabbed Nia by the collar; although she claims that she knows the location well, her losing the map was seen suspicious by him. So, he’ll keep her with him for now until they arrived at their destination. Just as the old Saiyan jumped through the portal with Nia, once again, his left arm flair into life briefly, with the dark spots grew just slightly.
The Snowy Mountains of Rogue City
Clark’s body tensed, readying himself to fire his eye beams towards the fusion. None had distracted him, even as Vegetto made a thunderous spectacle and shot upwards to skies. Not even the wave of snow flinging to all direction daunted the Kryptonian to glanced away from Gogeta.
Only until Vegetto projectile himself into Clark prevented him from firing at Gogeta. Burrowing against the snowy landscape, his eye beams fired off in a random direction, striking a nearby mountain and completely obliterating it.
Smoke searing from his eyes after the heat vision fired, Clark simply rose to his feet to meet Vegetto directly. The Kryptonian, wiping off the snow from his clothes, looked into Vegetto’s determined stare and that incomplete state of Ultra Instinct. “Minds change quickly.” Clark said. “But only in the heat of the moment.” Clark’s eyes sharpened intensely, as his tone darkens. “Your heart isn’t in it, Vegetto. For that, I am not interested. Stay down.” Clark began walking, moving in the direction to Gogeta’s location. He fired a powerful blue eye beam, Neutron Beam, towards Vegetto to forced him out of the way of his goal.
