An Eye for an Eye [Carnage]

It wasn’t a shock to Nero whatsoever that Arcose would be under attack right now, he saw it coming— likely just as Ticoga had. The both of them had their own reasons to suspect underhanded tactics like this. From Gandigan’s duplicity to Marimba’s choice of allies and their more than obvious intent to cause untold havoc, from the manipulation of Gira to the violent intent to silence Cabasa for her reasonable concerns, and the lack of presence at Kyotei fortress simply made it all too obvious.

In Nero’s eyes, this entire shitshow was beyond pathetic.

While he had explained the details to Zhalla, his demeanor, expression and tone spoke more than any words would. He even reached out to other allies via telepathy to give the same run down, allies such as Nasu, Russ, Jackie and even Erebos— though the latter was probably sleeping, he had a habit of rather long naps.

In any case, Nero could not allow the once shaky reputation of the Mazoku to once again be shattered by these bastards, or for Arcose as a world to be torn apart by cowards that ran from the consequences meant for them.

Arrival to Arcose was swift, and Nero followed shortly after Zhalla disembarked. Nero’s aura expanded outward, the beacon of healing and resistance against maligned forces as it walways was, pushing away at negative forces.

Such a magnificent power would be a perfect match for a normally bright and jovial sort of man... But now, he was critically serious, he saw exactly who he had suspected to be here; Maxsuz, sadly Marimba and Cello too. Nero noted Marimba’s expression— empty and grim, worse than any other that he had ever seen on the Namekian’s face... Though it did nothing to shake Nero’s resolve. It was a damn shame that the two Namekians made such detestable choices.

There were a few opportunists as well; a band of thieves, that Destron wielding Tuffle cyborg, a murderous mist wielding mercenary, and that Heran pirate Salvo. A shame upon more shame.

Mint, an Arcosian that Ticoga had informed Nero of was luckily present. He even offered the chance for the attackers to back off. On a better day, in a better mood, Nero may have even echoed the sentiment. Sadly, he saw no point in it. He had no mercy left to give these people.

Striker, an member of Jinx’s Nova Corps had also made quite an entrance. Quippy too. Another thing that Nero would have chuckled over, appreciated or even joined in on, on a better day, in a better mood.

Nero sighed, looking upon the primary attacking force with disappointment, and for Marimba and Cello, a very slighty hint of sadness, having once thought they could have done better, been better, grown as people. Maybe they could, one day, it just wasn’t going to be today.

“To those who would assault this world, to destroy, pillage or conquer—” Nero’s voice carried through the throne room. “—Make peace with these last moments of your lives, before we make you wish that you did.”

Meditation.

He sought something, indeed, through and through, he had slowly managed to further himself to the smallest piece of sensation that drove this power- and slowly made it his own, controllable even. It was not easy, but a similar logic to when he first discovered the Super Saiyan form, yes. For now the man had mostly just kept to himself once again, on the grasp of a discovery perhaps, one could say. But that was suddenly interrupted when he had been contacted by Nero, on the keynote that something was going on.

Nasu's eyes finally returned to bask in the sunlight, and his body once more standing tall, before he floated away to meet his friend. In that regard, he knew not much of what was going on truly, but if he had called, it had to be quite serious. Therefore he joined him and eventually tossed himself into a spaceship with both Nero and Zhalla.

Nasu stood on the side and in not as long as he had expected, they had made it to Arcose eventually, and once they disembarked, so did Nasu but it was not like he needed an even better look of what was going on- he had pretty much assumed it already, and it was by far, the most diluted thing he had ever seen. Blatant machinations that he had witnessed himself last time on Namek, outright liars and scoundrels.

"To think these people have such a low opinion of that guy. I am the first to have fought him again and again, but at least Lottus has some sense of pride in comparison to this."

The man thought to himself, it was quite amusing to him. Nasu's own hair had slowly turned into bright and golden locks, almost on clue as Zhalla transformed, he even felt a little sense of pride when she did it first actually. Her skills had grown certainly so.

"I am sorry Nero. I know you had a lot of hope for some of these guys."

He whispered towards him. While another individual could have said 'I told you', instead Nasu simply knew what Nero was feeling, for he had been disappointed again and again before, at this point it did not really hurt him any longer. In the end, it was simply all part of what hid beneath all the appearances and masks one could wear, and the Saiyan knew this. So much so, he did not really have any words to exchange with any of the people attacking. Surely he recognized most of them, but Nasu came from the middle ages almost.

Most of these people either had history, or were warned before about stupid stuff like this. This was not their first rodeo, they knew what they were doing, and thus they should know what to expect.

In general he did not have any real opinion on the Empire, they had not done wrong to him before. Surely Azoth was... a strange individual, but by then the leadership had changed just so much. They had done nothing bad in his eyes, and therefore they were deserving of his aid.

"If there is even a small trace of uncertainty or doubt in any of you, this is your cue. Go home and rethink your life, while you still can. Heed my warning, otherwise..."

He looked towards Nero, that in comparison was far angrier than he would have expected.

"Deal with the consequences."

And from thus, the man's hand closed around the rough hilt of that weapon he carried around. A single, massive and hulking slab of iron that was strapped around his back. He pulled it off and stabbed the ground ahead of him, holding the sword with both his hands.

Thread Power Level: 150,466
Power Level: 2,708,388
HP: ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ 250%
KP: 6/6
MP: 1/6
OOC Notes/Items Used:
Nasu starts the thread with his x18 Super Saiyan form active!
Nasu uses [Utility] Ki Breathing to keep himself protected from toxins or anything alike.
WC: 624
Total WC: 624