King of the North - [Carnage]

In time, everything was done, it was always quite impressive how much a group of people could achieve in such a short time or if given the motivation to do it. Eventually, the crowd had dispersed. Nero stood for a moment to take in the results of the new castle— it was nice to see it be given a breath of life and for it to be for the people.

Gandigan seemed disappointed that he didn’t have the opportunity to test his strength against anyone, but some things could be talked through rather than needing force and that was a good thing too. Still, there was the other three that had scampered off... “No bloodshed on our end, at least. Those other three are still having a go at each other.” Nero could faintly hear the squabbling, that other winged Namekian in particular seemed to like being incredibly loud. “I think I’ll go and sort that out in a sec.”

Before that though, Marimba had taken note of what Nero had been up to. “You know how it is, as Guru or not, I watch over the people of Namek. That includes giving aid and speaking my honest truth.” Nero looked over to Gandigan momentarily. “And that includes things that may be hard to look back on, sorry if that made you uncomfortable earlier.” Nero began to float upwards, turning towards the scrap that was happening off to the wayside. “You guys take care, seeya later!” Then, he blasted off!

On his way, he chose to contact Gira telepathically. ’Hey Gira, are you still okay over there? I can almost clearly hear all of that ridiculous screaming from over here. In any case, I’m on my way— don’t let your guard down around those two and remember what I taught you.’