Close Encounter of the Bird Kind [SPLIT]

Erbia and Korla both looked at Metabo when they claimed to have never heard of Destron before. "How..." the Heran began to say, with the Broljin tilting her head in thought. "Well... if this is honestly their first time to this world, I suppose it would track they don't know..." she mused. Erbia sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Okay, short version. Destron is a gas made by the Tuffles during the war against the Saiyans that if you inhale it, you are royally fucked." he said. "Hell, there are portions of this planet unable to support life because of this shit."

Korla's scouter began to beep with the signal that Rassica had reached the ship and was en route. "Tell her to take her time and just work on scooping up any stray Tuffles for the time being." the Heran ordered, cracking his neck as the genetically created raven grew impatient for the two of them to resume fighting. "Heh, don't wor-" he began to say just as the earth began to crack and shake around them. "What the hell now?! I know Hatchi ain't built on any damned fault lines!" the Heran roared, blinking as he felt the energy coming from the source of the quake. "Okay... Goes without saying but..." he began to say, with Korla nodding. "Rassica's way ahead of you boss. She's making sure to steer clear of -that- area." the Broljin said as she tapped the Scouter.

The Heran nodded, although his face betrayed an eager grin all the same even as his hands were shaking. "I'd hate to be on the other end of that fight... But at the same time..." he mused, before letting loose a howl filled with passion, turning right around to directly square off and face his avian opponent. "Alright then! Sorry to keep you waiting Semonine Metabo!" Erbia declared, the ground around him erupting as his aura whipped forth to envelop him like a crimson flame in answer to the avians own shadowy aura.

He slammed a fist into an open palm and grinned before leaping straight up and towards them. "We ain't about to be outdone by those damned powerhouses now are we?!" the Heran asked, a cackle filling his words as he rushed headlong body and soul back into the fray of combat! Korla just sighed and shook her head, albeit with a chuckle of her own. "Bloody combat freaks, the lot of you..." the thief mused, taking up a position on a nearby piece of rubble to keep an eye on the fight here, as well as around the city.

The Heran grinned as his avian opponent, who declared that they preferred to be called Metabo finally, managed to perform some pretty damned slick aerial maneuvers to get him on the backfoot as it were. Makes sense given that she is a bird after all and the skies would be her natural terrain. Just as he was about to retort with his next attack however, it was her turn to become distracted from the fight. And so, Erbia gave her the space and time that she had allowed him.

It was only fair after all.

The side of the conversation that he could hear however was a bit... concerning. The clan was finished? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Erbia turned his attention towards the distant energy of Fukushu... which was growing dimmer. And dimmer... His eyes widened and he grit his teeth in anger that paled in comparison to Metabo's, but it was an anger all the same.

"That bastard goes and gets himself killed, and he has the gall to disband his crew? Disband his clan, just because he's dying or dead?!" he snarled, before slamming a fist into the... well, the air, but it sent a shockwave that forced a nearby building to start crumbling from the top down. "If he wasn't dead, I'd kill him my bloody self for that!"

Korla meanwhile was playing energy blast hot potato right now as the genetically created raven made it rain death. "H-Hey! Watch it lady!" she called out, taking cover behind the newly created barrier of debris and rubble.

As Metabo's focus narrowed down and focused back on Erbia, he gave her a nod of respect. "You came all this way for a fight, sided with him in order to test yourself against powerful opponents, and even in the face of his betrayal of your trust in this challenge, you still press on!" he acknowledged, slamming his fist into his chest and grinning at her. His fist immediately erupted into a flame like blaze, that soon engulfed his entire forearm. "Then come! I'll answer your burning soul, with my very own!" the Heran roared!

Erbia's form swelled up briefly once more, lending further strength to his attack! He let loose a howl of combative joy as he slammed his burning fist straight into the energy fueled beak of the genetic avian, crashing through their form and emerging from the other side. He gave a wicked grin as he looked behind him towards Metabo. "My full power, and not a single drop less." he declared, right before he felt the massive power surge coming from the center of the city right before he sensed it, like seeing lightning before hearing the thunder of a storm.

Korla let out a cry of pain as her Scouter proceeded to short circuit and explode as it rested on the side of her head. "Korla! You alright?!" the Heran called out, his eyes and senses still trying to process just what in all the hells he was seeing. "I'm fine... a minor electrical burn, but nothing some time in the tube can't fix..." the Broljin called over, her own gaze turning towards the golden light in the distance. "Just what the hell was that? That... That was that mad Saiyan from the Queens speech a while back right?" she asked.

Erbia slowly nodded his head. "Aye... definitely feels like the same bastard, but... What the hell is going on here? That is way more power and in far too short a time to even come close to being a damned zenkai trick..." he asked, his form deflating back to its pre-Max Powered state.

"Super Saiyan..." came out Rassica's voice from the ship as it arrived on the scene. Both the Heran and the Broljin turned to look towards the ship, with Erbia tilting his head in confusion. "Super Saiyan? This a technique you've been holding out on us Rass?" he asked, and he could practically feel the daggers being shot his way from her gaze inside the ship.

"It is, or was, a bed time story. Nothing more..." the Saiyan member of the crew said, although her words faltered as she herself could not believe what was going on. "This is one of the few old Sadala myths that made it here with us, and I mean seriously ancient myths..." she began to explain, all eyes turned towards the distant golden glow and the storm surrounding it.

"The short version I was told as a child goes like this. Once every ten thousand years or so, a supreme warrior will emerge from the Saiyan race... They will be bathed in gold, and their power will be unmatched... Not even the gods can stand against them..." she recited, and as Erbia looked on at the power he could feel and sense coming from Lottus... He could almost believe it.

Korla glanced over towards the Heran and groaned. "Rassica! Captain's bad habit is showing now!" she called over, and if any were to look at him, they would see that Erbia's hands were trembling even as they were clenched in tight fists. His lips were spread wide in a hungry smirk, and he was almost practically licking his lips. "Super Saiyan huh?" he mused, glancing over towards Metabo. "That mountain just got a whole lot bigger... Figure you can keep climbing Metabo?" the Heran asked the genetically created avian.

The Heran perked an eyebrow at the genetically created oversized avian when they gave their answer to his question. "You sound uncertain?" he partially asked, folding his arms across his chest as he looked at his opponent, then back towards the distant glowing yellow light that was the new peak of power in the cosmos. "Yeah, I'll admit... that is a little daunting. Damned well intimidating for certain." Erbia mused before taking himself a seat on a nearby pile of debris. "But, that's what makes it fun." he chuckled.

He gestured towards Metabo. "You said you're trying to reach perfection... I honestly say screw perfection." the Heran said with a shrug. "I mean, let's assume you reach this supposed perfection... then what?" Erbia asks, giving Metabo quite possibly the first serious look he's had on his face this entire time. "If you're perfect, then nothing will be able to challenge you. Nothing will be able to give you drive, no passion..." he explained, or at least his view on the subject.

"You'd be stuck. As for me, eh I just try to get better than the day before." the Heran said with a shrug and a chuckle, turning his gaze back towards the distant glowing golden goalpost that continued to thrash and flail in the middle of the city. He held out his hand, his fingers beginning to make little squishy motions as he played with the whole notion of viewable distance and such. "Eventually going to be able to do just that... And the thought of going up against a literal legend made real, well... how can that not excite you eh?" he said, trying to land a playful "inspiring" punch towards Metabo's... well, whatever their version of a shoulder was.

"Could just be the whole "Heran versus Saiyan" thing that's been going for as long as our two races have known each other existed, but the thought of trying to reach that current mountains peak..." Erbia grinned as he got up to his feet, letting his aura flare up all around him like a blazing bonfire! "It gets me all fired up!" he cried out, laughter filling his lungs.

His gaze returned to Metabo. "The question you gotta ask yourself now, is not if you want to reach that peak... But if you want to surpass it, if seeing the goalpost makes you want to push harder, or just be satisfied with what you got..."

And the all important question was dropped. "What now indeed..." the Heran mused as he rubbed his chin in thought, his eyes looking out towards the distant battle between the titans that took the center stage of the Hatchi battlefield.

The distant starship emerging from the strange dark cloud drew his attention, glancing back towards Rassica who was still aboard the ship. "Ship's signal is registered to the Arcosian Empire... Holy shit..." she said, muttering aloud the last part. Erbia could definitely feel that there was another powerhouse on board that ship, and after being told it was registered to the Empire it could only mean one of three things...

"One of the Emperors is here..." the Heran stated, hanging his head and sighing. He rubbed the back of his head, grumbling to himself. "This whole things getting way out of hand, and at the rate those lot are going at it all over the place... The "shrapnel" alone would be a pain in the arse to deal with if any came this way..." Erbia said as he analysed the situation.

Originally he would've discounted the idea of any stray energy blasts from that kind of distance from reaching them all the way out here... But with Lottus' power level in the distance practically screaming into his bones like a bass metal rockers subwoofers as if he was stood right next to him... It wasn't something he could ignore.

The question of what to do now though was still hanging in the air like the proverbial blade above the throne. Erbia gave one long sigh before standing up. "Fuck it. Rassica, Korla, take the ship and get to the evac rendezvous with the Tuffle refugees. I'll rejoin you two later." he ordered. "And just where or what are you gonna be doing?" Korla asked, even as she began to head in the direction of the ship. "I'm going to take my shot at the myth made manifest what else?" he asked with a grin. He looked over at Metabo. "Besides, if we want to make sure Fukushu's actually dead and not just faking it like a bitch, kinda have to go through that anyway." Erbia shrugged.

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!" roared the Saiyan as she flew out of the ship and slammed her fist into the Heran's face, knocking him on his arse. "I'm all for a good fight, and the greater the odds the better... But fuck it, those are some damned steep odds! Assuming you even manage to land a shot and don't get killed in the process!" she yelled at him. Erbia rubbed his jaw as he got to his feet. "I know all that... But when else am I going to get a shot like this, and probably survive it eh?" he asked with a wink. "...Then we're both coming with you."

Erbia blinked, as both Rassica and Korla stood in front of him, defying his orders. As he began to open his mouth, Korla gave a smirk. "We don't have to follow orders when our leader's acting like a daft-" she began to say, before the Heran held up a hand. "Alright alright... bloody hell, when even the thief is up for it I guess I gotta..." he grumbled, albeit good-naturedly.

He turned his attention back to Metabo. "So... you up for it, or want to try and beeline it for where that bastard's allegedly dead at?" the Heran asked the genetically altered avian.