Gira stood at the top of Saiyagirl Tower, at the arena that they had christened "The Apex." She had just finished an evening of intense training, opening the arena's ceiling to let in the cool night air. The spotlights around the tower shone up into the sky, acting as a beacon that could be seen for many miles around. Combined with her still-burning Super Saiyan energy, the presence of the tower could be seen and felt for miles around. Gira sighed with relief as a cool breeze washed over her body, the young Saiyan bringing a towel up to her face to dab away the sweat before hanging it around her shoulders. She had been not only building up her own power to great effect, she had also been gathering the disparate heroes of Planet Earth to form a mighty team that could defend against the threats to its safety that the Saiyan viewed as all but inevitable.
She looked down at the bench she was sitting on, a white porcelain mask with its face etched into a wide grin sitting next to her. This artifact, found in the ruins of an ancient civilization in this very wasteland, had given her the tools she needed to put the kibosh on the destructive instincts that were rearing their ugly head. It seemed to be getting worse the more power she gained, and this was concerning. At last, however, she had found the magic bullet to put a stop to these thoughts and feelings for good. Not to mention her quickly budding relationship with Zuq. All in all, things were beginning to look up. Her recent interactions with Marimba and Maxsuz notwithstanding.
Erra considered herself lucky. Hardly a month into the 'aspiring Hero gig,' she was already joining a team made by her PRIME inspiration to become a bonafide Hero!? Russ seemed inclined to join up, too! Kare seemed a little apprehensive, preferring to stick to her own methods, but that was only a light damper on the Heran's overall excitement.
The tournament at the tower was coming up soon. Erra wasn't nearly strong enough to be anywhere near Gira's bracket, but just the chance to train with the Super Saiyan was terrific. It was a good thing the blue-skinned lass was a contractor who picked her own hours, as it seemed the optimal time to meet up with her inspiration would be the middle of the night.
Hard to miss. Giant tower, bright lights, the pressure of Super Saiyan radiating across the landscape... it was almost intimidating, if that rational fear hadn't been long since overrun by joy. Torn between landing and going up the tower the normal, polite way or flying in through the open top, Erra went with the latter. Gira would sense her, then hear her: "HELLO HEY! IT'S ERRA!" She was dressed casually, ballcap and all, in stark contrast to the warrior's gi that Gira adorned.