A Trip to North City

Callion, with his Saiyan gaze fixed on the unfolding chaos, straightened up from his casual lean against the wall, a glint of intrigue in his eyes as he observed Jango's swift and precise martial arts technique. His arms remained folded across his chest, a testament to his composed demeanor in the face of the ruckus.

He took a step closer, not to intervene but to better observe the scene. "Impressive," he remarked with a faint smirk, acknowledging Jango's prowess in subduing the officer with a single strike. His voice was calm, betraying neither judgment nor enthusiasm, an air of nonchalance that characterized his approach.

The Saiyan's eyes flickered momentarily toward the stolen loot slung over Jango's shoulder, a subtle sign of acknowledgment, but he didn't seem inclined to interfere or pass any judgment on her actions. Instead, his attention lingered on her, his curiosity piqued by her unorthodox approach in handling the situation.

"You have a certain finesse in your technique," Callion continued, his tone carrying a hint of genuine interest. "It's not every day you encounter someone with such skill." He maintained a respectful distance, not making any move to intrude upon her space, his posture relaxed yet radiating a latent readiness, as if prepared for any unforeseen developments.

Callion's own recent arrival on Earth had brought him to witness many peculiarities of its inhabitants. Yet, there was something about Jango's behaviour that hinted at a different origin, a distant place far beyond Earth's borders, considering how she was obvious a Saiyan and yet… Were all Saiyans had the colour light green for hair and tails? Eh, details, which matter little with the minor anarchy continued unabated around them, Callion's presence exuded an enigmatic aura, suggesting an individual unaligned with the typical hero-villain dichotomy, an observer navigating through the turbulence of the moment with a calm and detached demeanour.

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With a bemused expression, Callion watched as Jango assessed the situation with a mix of curiosity and caution. Her straightforward question caught him off guard, but before he could respond, the situation escalated rapidly. The arrival of heavily armed responders shifted the dynamics, and Callion found himself in the middle of an unexpected confrontation.

Before he could articulate a response, chaos erupted. Jango, displaying her agility, effortlessly vaulted to a nearby rooftop, evading the onslaught of energy blasts. The moment the police squad focused their fire on her, Callion, caught in the crossfire, found himself in a comical predicament. As the chaos intensified with the arrival of heavy responders, Callion found himself amidst a barrage of bullets. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, attempting to dodge and weave through the onslaught of gunfire. His Saiyan reflexes were quick, but the sheer volume of blasts made it hard to avoid them all unscathed.

"Dodging bullets wasn't exactly on my to-do list today..." he muttered wryly and aloud, attempting to evade the gunfire with some erratic ducking and weaving. The blasts zipped past him, some grazing his martial arts gi while others narrowly missed. "Hey! Hold your fire!" he shouted, though his plea seemed futile amid the chaotic scene.

Realizing that Jango was making her getaway, Callion decided to follow suit. "HEY! WAIT FOR ME! YOU STARTED THIS!!" he yelled after her, a mix of amusement and exasperation colouring his tone. With quick reflexes, he maneuverer through the gunfire, darting after Jango across the rooftops, determined to keep pace despite the unexpected turn of events. Bullets whizzed past him as he darted through the hailstorm of firing, displaying an almost comical dance of dodges and slides. The relentless pursuit didn't dampen his spirit, though, as he pushed forward, determined to keep up with the enigmatic pirate.

Despite the chaos and the threat of the responders, there was a hint of laughter in Callion's voice as he called after Jango. His Saiyan resilience kept him going, adrenaline fuelling his pursuit as he raced across the rooftops, keeping pace with the fleeing pirate. "Hey! Slow down a bit, will you?" he yelled between dodges, finding an odd sense of adventure in the impromptu chase. For a Saiyan freshly arrived on Earth, this unexpected turn of events was turning out to be quite the introduction to the planet's peculiarities.

Callion found himself in a whirlwind of chaos, dodging energy blasts and leaping from one rooftop to another in pursuit of Jango. His Saiyan instincts kicked in, guiding his movements as he kept pace with the swift and agile pirate.

As they bounded across the rooftops, narrowly evading blasts and obstacles, Callion stole a moment to glance at Jango, a mix of amusement and incredulity coloring his expression. "How is it that I only meet you for a microsecond, and all of a sudden this happens!?" he exclaimed, his voice half-amused and half-incredulous amidst the chaos. The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on him. Here he was, newly arrived on Earth, chasing after a stranger amidst a hailstorm of energy blasts from heavily armed responders. Yet, there was an odd thrill in the chase, a sense of adventure that sparked within him. Despite the madness of the situation, Callion's Saiyan nature relished the excitement, the adrenaline coursing through him as he navigated the rooftops, trying to keep up with Jango's agile movements. The pirate's unexpected energy and penchant for trouble had inadvertently pulled him into a whirlwind of action, and for a Saiyan seeking new experiences, it was turning out to be quite the introduction to Earth's unconventional adventures.

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