Idiosyncratic Mazokus [Pankaa/potentially Nero]

It was, in some sense, business as usual. Another lunatic had Namek in their sights now. Some people would be panicking or be beholden to some emotional terror, but Nero was not that sort of person. Met with a threat of any sort, he would steel his determination to meet the threat however fierce it may be. He had experienced a great deal by this point so he quickly learned that losing your head wasn’t going to help anyone.

Since Gandigan’s warning, and collating what information he had been given by Zhalla and everyone else, he knew more or less what he needed to prepare for. Thankfully, a lot of what he had been told about was something he had experience dealing with. That aside, Nero’s general focus was on making sure others were strong, stronger than before, strong enough to stand tall to the might of a Super Saiyan, not just immediately get folded. Nero had made some decent progress, though he was yet to find someone that could break the barrier into greater power just like Gandigan had. At least then, whoever managed to do that could defend themselves if they came to fight against the madman that was after them.

After making his rounds, Nero had gone to Grand Elder Village to attend to more directly official business, the political side of things that needed attention all the same. While doing so, Nero picked up on some energy signatures in the nearby isles.

Pankaa, first of all, who was usually in the garage at home trying to create something, at Ozera’s place or doing schoolwork had been out on his own more often, and he had said that he wanted to train more. It was a long time coming, Nero thought— because Pankaa had increasingly felt as though he needed it— for not only Namek’s safety, but for himself, he was tired of being so far behind. Nero felt a substantial amount of pride when it came to his younger brother, and it was nice to have some of what they used to have back. Maybe now Pankaa would be more interested in training seriously with Nero!

The other was Cabasa, a tragic piece of work she was, and her curse was a harsh reality for her to handle, even if she maybe wasn’t all too aware of it. Nero did keep an eye out for her just in case she tried something truly malicious, both for her sake and for the other denizens of Namek. Nero had been researching as much as he could about similar afflictions, and by this point he concluded that a new technique would be in order to piece together the puzzle in the right way. It would be nice to figure that out while training his growth in strength as well whenever he got the chance.

Eventually, Nero could sense the two near each other, so he decided to investigate, flying out with his own Nimbus; Nocti. Soon enough, Nero had found the two just as they had encountered each other. He remained up in the sky, within the bounds that he could pick up the general tone of their interaction, far away enough that he could barely make out words— and given his level of hearing that was a long as hell distance. However, he could pick up some words and phrases clearly, such as when the two raised their voices— Cabasa in particular did a lot of that.

The two fought, and to tell the truth, Nero was actually very impressed. Brutal though it was, from what he could understand, Cabasa treated Pankaa with respect, and their match was reasonably close. Both of them went all out with what they had, and what they could offer. This was, unexpectedly, a relief.

All the same, Cabasa had aimed for Pankaa’s scar, something that Nero knew his brother still struggled with. Unknowingly, Cabasa had triggered the protective magics that Nero often blessed his brother with in doing so. Nero had made a promise to Pankaa, that whenever this happened, he would be there for him as fast as possible— he was there to retrieve Pankaa from his incident with a nasty little wretch of a Namekian at the Whistling Caves, and he would be there for Pankaa now. Such was the nature of Nero’s promises; he kept them.

His power rose, and with incredible speed, Nero zoomed downward, aiming to gently shift Pankaa and his Nimbus back a few paces in the air to avoid Cabasa’s strike towards the Avali’s skull as he then zoomed in a blur to situate himself a few paces behind Cabasa.

Nero scowled, though it was more of a feint than anything, he just wanted to play a more dramatic part in this scenario for now, it helpd of course that he had transformed into his Howling Oozaru state, where he looked like more of a fanged wildman with messier hair— and Cabasa had never seen him transform, not even once, only Pankaa knew the truth of the matter here in this moment. “To protect one’s kin is no burden.” Nero growled. “It is duty, it is a promise, one that cannot be broken, and you just crossed a line.” He made the motions for a well known traditional Namekian technique in the blink of an eye. “MASENKO!” He shouted, unleashing the blast upon Cabasa!