Post by Nero on Oct 30, 2021 8:22:23 GMT -5
|| Nero’s PL: 40,000 ||
Nero had always taken his watch over Namek and the people who called it home incredibly seriously, there was no point in denying that, however, as a result of recent events, while a kind and compassionate person at his core, Nero had limits to what he was going to tolerate. Nero was far less likely to entertain nonsense and chicanery from people that wanted to cause trouble now. Additionally, he would be on the watch for those he knew to already be troublesome or particularly untrustworthy.
Today, Nero would be watching over Dend Capital from various angles while riding his Nimbus around the place. Though it was currently safe, the people that lived here in Dend Capital were still uneasy— especially after a rogue Dragon Clan decided to attack the city, and now even more after having heard news of what happened in the Northern Scar. Nero’s presence put quite a few people at ease, but the anxiety was still there for others.
Floating over towards one of the main squares, Nero happened upon a somewhat tense altercation between several people. A slightly injured Warrior Clan Namekian was on the ground, and two Mazoku Clan Namekians stood in defense of them against a particularly loudmouthed Arcosian. “Do you oafs have any idea who I am, this so-called ‘Warrior’ should watch where they’re walking, especially in my presence!!” The two Mazoku growled, seemingly finding no worth in responding to such an arrogant individual. “Evidently not, so how about I send you two to the floor as well—!” The Arcosian lunged forward to throw a punch, only to be stopped dead in their tracks when Nero swiftly intervened and grabbed their fist. “Don’t even think about it.” As much as the Arcosian tried to wriggle free, they could not make Nero budge in the slightest. “L-let go of me, y-you unsightly pustule!”