Viral’s attacks were wild and unpredictable and was not shy about going for the guy’s face. He was absolutely raging at this point and didn’t appear to be in control of himself, that or he was going through something extreme and was throwing his rage into how that was affecting his mind. Yumi being beaten when she was already down, it sprung too harshly in his mind and was only forcing out memories he had long tried to keep bottled away. He was driven mad by these memories and it was only getting worse, he hadn’t been taught how to deal with it before and was now on the verge of a rampage. As he tore through the Elite mercilessly he didn’t even stop to observe the damage, the smell of blood was enough to please him. These Elites will pay for their disgusting acts against the defeated, the pain still fresh in his mind and his need for revenge still powerfully rampant in his mind. It didn’t even seem to be about Yumi anymore, just that was the trigger to get him into this state.

With little regard to what the Elite was spouting he continued on his vicious rampage, pressing forward with each step before he was finally booted off his path. Taking a brief tumble he grabbed the ground and forced his claws in, raising back up to his feet as his claws tore up the ground due to how deep they had torn into the ground. Grinning wildly at the Elite in response he slowly started to move towards the attacking Elite, snickering under his breath as he stared at him with a sharp gaze. With barely a care to what he was saying he made a run towards the Elite but his dash was halted as quickly as he started by Ki that was very promptly thrown at him. He didn’t even attempt to block it, but it wasn’t as if he was blasted back like the other times either.

Out of the smoke Viral threw himself forward, still smoking after being hit by the attack as he landed where the Elite had previously been. He was looking pretty terrible at this point but he was still going, his maddened eyes practically glowing; or rather, in fact, they were starting to glow. His energy looked like it was trying to escape his body, it was almost as if he was losing control of it and might overload. Looking around for the Elite he soon spotted him, raising his claws before he started swinging them wildly. With each swing several waves of energy tore through the ground and cut the air, his aim appearing to be either to hit the Elite so he wouldn’t need to jump at him or just to cause as much destruction around him as he possibly could. “All you filthy bastards will die by my hands!! I’ll kill you…I’ll tear you to shreds!! You’ll never take me again! You’ll never take ANYONE ever again!!”

The Elite had barely managed to avoid Viral's assault by leaping backwards, his speed not quite on par. But how long could he keep up the evasions? It was too risky to attack Viral up close with how he was, he was much too unpredictable and violent. Ki blast didn't appear to phase him much either and flight meant nothing if Ki wasn't an option, so how would he fight this? There was no time to consider as the Elite had to back off again in a panic and watched the ground where he'd stood explode as Viral smashed his claws down and tore the ground to shreds, ripples of energy leaving long gouges in the earth. What kind of attack was this? Since when was the Beastman capable of such a thing? Aghast by the revelation he remained light on his feet and had to continually dodge blows, several of the energy waves coming within centimeters and a few managing to nick his skin and singe hair. If Viral was capable of attacks like these then what other unknowns were there? How did he conceal abilities like these from them for so long?

"Even if you win here the Empire will live on! Your fight is moot!" the Elite shouted, dashing behind a vehicle as Viral swung again, the waves cleaving clean through and tearing it into four large pieces. Trying to bide his time the Elite grabbed one of the pieces and threw it at the Beastman only to watch as it was cut into shreds in seconds, his jaw shut tight in frustration as he backed off again. "You'll never win, you can't hope to defeat the King! You're all only signing a death warrant, give up and fight for him!" It was the only way anyone was going to make it out of this mess alive and yet the rebels insisted on squabbling. Why would they cause problems when there was so much at stake? The Saiyans could keep everyone alive if they had their way, it may not be the best rule but it beat dying. Narrowly dodging another attack the Elite had had enough and decided to try and attack, again focusing Ki to his legs and dashing away in the blink of an eye, reappearing just behind and above Viral, a Ki blast in his hand as he was poised to fire point blank and try and kill Viral, or at the very least bury him in the resulting blast.

Viral’s usual ability to focus and be able to win using proper tactics was completely out and away elsewhere as he continued to try and destroy the Elite. It was as if he was aiming at ghosts, his attacks just didn’t have a focused target and anywhere where the Elite was vaguely was the focus of his attacks. He just couldn’t control his outburst and didn’t know where to direct it as everything was just becoming a blur and his concentration just wasn’t working as well as it could’ve been, if at all. It wasn’t only about Yumi at this time, that just triggered his outburst and had him going nuts. He was going to kill that Elite if it was the last thing he did right now, he couldn’t stand the things he was saying or what had happened around him, but his environment was simply blurring into everything as it was everything familiar to him and everything he had taught himself to ignore. All this had happened many times before and he was the one who often made it see its final hour and ultimate destruction, even as he threw his attacks it wasn’t known to him whether it had always been like this or he was causing it to be destroyed in the first place. Part of him was simply instinctively destroying it more, but he still tried to defend it even with his wild and destructive attacks.

The Elite continued to shout but he wasn’t caring, he could but there was nothing that was getting through his head right now. To him it was just the desperate cries of someone who had been beat, the ramblings of someone who knew they were already dead. Continuing to toss the excess of energy as if they were crude blades he seemed to have had enough at the suggestion of him re-joining the King like it was now the ultimate option to get him to stop trying to tear everything to shreds. “Fight for him?? Not after ALL that was DONE to me!!” he raged, deciding to throw energy bombs instead, “I am nothing!!” While there wasn’t much left to do what he could do was try to rip him to shreds, but when he went ahead to leap at him he had vanished and instead was directly behind him.

He had barely been given a chance to move, he was only able to try and block before he was blasted away and into the ruins with a mighty crash. He might as well be dead after all this, he had taken a lot of brutality already and was on his near last legs already, especially as his energy had been actively escaping his body beyond his control. The smoke rising from the place of impact and lack of movement from the rubble was a sure sign that he was gone, his defences had been compromised and being taken out at such a short range was always going to impact the most. With no sign of him it seemed he had been defeated, but sure enough there was some movement in there that showed he was still alive. There was some movement as if he was going to emerge, but instead his energy crawled across the rubble rather than Viral himself emerging. He was definitely still alive if his energy was functioning, but soon it became evident that there was more to it. There was a rumbling as if an earthquake, but it was unnatural and with a shifting epicentre. Something was moving around and as if it was roaming, the movement increasing before it stopped. There was only a short moment where nothing was happening, just a brief interlude before the ground suddenly exploded out from underneath the Elite. Out of the ground burst Viral having transformed into his most monstrous form, a claw reaching out to swipe the Elite. He managed to gain a fair height with that emergence out of the depths as he spun around, soon landing heavily on the ground with a crash. Energy sparked from him as he looked on with a maddened gaze, snarling lowly before letting out a bone shattering roar.

Had the Commander finally been felled? One dared to hope so but it didn't seem likely, even with how badly beaten Viral had been. Even if he'd always been thought of as lesser by the Saiyans no one argued his tenacity and ability to fight until his body simply failed, they had seen it happen before. When there was no movement from the rubble the Elite breathed a long sigh and turned his focus to the fighting around them, watching as the remaining traitors continued to dispatch what few of their troops remained. He'd have to beat them all then, and with his partner torn to ribbons he would have no support either. With both Viral and Yumi removed from the equation however it shouldn't be too terribly pressing of a fight. Lowering his body slightly he released Ki to his legs and arms, preparing to launch from the ground and attack Kabocha who was several meters overhead, fending off two soldiers. Before his feet had ever left the ground however an explosion at his back nearly knocked over the Elite, having to crouch down and grip the ground to avoid having large debris hit him. What was that?! Another enemy attack?

When the Elite saw the source of the eruption a look of realization and terror washed over his features. Viral was not dead, in fact the Beastman was far from it. What's worse is he'd transformed into his more monstrous form, a form which the scientists had toiled day and night with the collar to try and suppress. The sheer amount of power and energy that Viral possessed in that form, coupled with his seemingly insane disregard for friend or foe made it an awful threat to anyone on the battlefield. He had to die now, if he was allowed to fight like that they were all in serious trouble. Cringing and ducking beneath a claw the Elite grit his teeth as Viral roared, feeling the very core of his being shake with the thunderous sound. Amassing Ki in both hands the Elite slammed the orbs together and compressed them, the energy sparking and emitting discharge as he raised it over his head and unleashed the blast, the beam widening and engulfing everything in its path, melting away the road and tearing apart buildings before him. It had only lasted a few seconds and when the attack had ceased he dared to think it had worked, yet a gust of wind proved him wrong yet again. To hell with this, he couldn't fight Viral like that on his own, he wasn't going to die a meaningless death trying to. Turning around the Elite used his legs and rushed away from the fight, trying to get as far from Viral as possible.

Viral had his focus for now, his rational thinking was now completely out the window and he was now on the hunt for this Elite. His body had enough of the injuries he was sustaining, he had transformed even though he tried hard to avoid it. He couldn’t hold back his rage as it erupted from the earth and directed him to tear the Elite apart no matter the cost. Despite missing the man he didn’t seem any less determined to try and snatch him out of the air again as he fled, his claws swinging again before his heavy body dropped back down to the ground again with a heavy thud to let out that roar. He was going to kill him and it was going to be fun, to listen to him squeal for his life when he’ll be chasing him down and tearing him apart. He was going to make sure the Elite was wrecked with terror and regret before he decided if he was done with his suffering or not. Watching the Elite for only a moment, he soon grinned widely and immediately started charging straight for him, tearing across the landscape before he was suddenly blasted by a large Ki blast, destroying the landscape around him as he didn’t even flinch.

The blast was certainly powerful, there was no doubt about that, but its effectiveness wasn’t enough to take down Viral. The blast had been divided by where he stood, curving off to the sides as if he was a pillar. Once the blast was over and everything started to clear up, Viral remained standing. His body was smoking, his hard scales partially seared off with blood oozing from his wounds; however, with barely a reaction from Viral his wounds healed rapidly as his own body smoked, his grin just as wicked as ever. He looked downright insane and the piercing gaze he was giving the Elite wasn’t helping with any trust the others might hold in him. Watching the Elite he let out a hiss before he started charging. He was going to enjoy this, the man had become such a coward after all that posturing earlier. Once he got close enough he immediately leapt through the air, landing in front of the Elite before he threw his claws around at the Elite, laughing as he did. They had toyed around with him and now it was his turn, like a cat playing around with an injured mouse. He was just going to keep going, his next action instead to kick out at him in delight.

Fighting Viral as he was would be suicide, there was no hopes of winning. With his power spiraling out of control and his regeneration negating almost any attack it was moot to try and defeat him, their only option was retreat. After unsuccessfully blowing Viral away with that blast the Elite used his Ki to attempt and flee instead. With extra strength behind him he was able to move far faster than most anyone on the battlefield and yet the added speed didn't seem to help him at all. Glancing over his shoulder the Elite uttered a gasp in shock as Viral jumped into the air, leaping clear over him and cutting off his path. Trying to come to a stop he slid along the road, his feet digging into the pavement to attempt and slow enough to turn tail and run the other way. Before he was ever able to even pivot himself the Elite felt a massive claw smash into his back, being thrown clear off of his feet and into the air. Gagging as he felt his breath escape him there was little to be done as he fell back down, gasping again as a powerful kick knocked him away and into a vehicle, the force of his impact causing it to buckle and fold almost in two around him.

"I see... Running is not an option..." the Elite groaned as he rolled onto his front, struggling to even rise to his feet. His partner was still here and so were their men, the chance of everyone successfully getting away from this was slim to none and he knew it. If Viral could somehow be felled then it would be a massive victory for the Saiyan empire even if they had to die along with him. On his feet again the Elite held both arms out, gathering Ki as quickly as he could as if preparing another massive blast. Rather than expend all of it in a single shot however this time he condensed it and began firing off smaller, more rapid attacks in hopes of chipping away at Viral. If he could do enough damage, he reasoned, then even the regenerative abilities of the Beastman shouldn't be able to keep up with the damage. Viral could be killed, he only had to be pushed past the point of recovery and brought to the edge of death before he ever had a chance to react or heal. "I will not allow a monster like you to live!" the Elite shouted over the blasts, "The Saiyan empire will succeed! We will save the universe, and an abomination like you will not stop us!"

Viral grinned widely when he managed to punish the Elite for running away from him, he wasn’t going to let this creature get away from him for thinking it could ever be superior to him. He was the one on top of everything, there was nothing this man could do against him. This feeling of power over the man was really cheering him up, seeing how he was falling over with little effort and taking heaps of damage from simple attacks too. He was the one in control now, there was nothing this creature could do to stop him. Laughing momentarily he began to approach the Elite, staring down at him before noticing that the Elite was going to attack once more. This was surely a feeble attempt, but then again the energy was strong even on charge up. Moving to run after seeing this happen he was soon pummelled by the blasts, his claws not even bothering to try and block the attacks. Every blast that could hit him did, his feet only momentarily having to force a grip on the ground before he found his centre.

As the attacks continued his scales were torn away and healed over quickly after, his energy leaving his body like smoke each time it happened. He moved slowly forward too, each blast tearing away at him with expanding grazes and burns that healed over. Grinning, he took the blasts like they were nothing as if even with each attack he felt no care for the pain he was going through. Even as his skin looked like it was being torn apart he looked incredibly determined, not even attempting to block since it would do no good anyway. ”The Saiyan Empire MADE me! They are the reason I exist…does that not make you proud??” he grinned through the pain as if it was nothing, ”A monster like me…all because of your King!” Stomping hard on the ground the force caused it to split, rising and crumbling to jolt the Elite before he came in with a large set of claws, attempting to grab the Elite by the throat. His body had still sustained fair damage and continued to heal, but the healing was slower than it had been before. ”You think you can kill me?? I am the ultimate weapon! The Empire will fall…any everyone with it!” he snarled as he threw the Elite away again, ”You want to save the universe?? Then kill me before I kill YOU and everyone in your bloody Empire!” He knew he was superior and was moving in a way that he was toying with the Elite, simply being cruel because it was all he understood. Snarling as he moved he threw himself at the Elite again but this time he was going in claws first looking like he was aiming to kill.

For all the power being put into each and every blast not a single one served to halt Viral's progress. Though visibly he was sustaining damage the Beastman walked on as though nothing were striking him, his wounds seemingly healing as they appeared. In utter shock at the futility of his attacks the Elite simply stared at the Beastman when the gap was closed, gagging and gasping for breath when two powerful claws wrapped around his neck, lifting him from his feet and holding him like he were a child. Trying unsuccessfully to pry Viral's claws from his throat the Elite gasped as he was thrown away like a ragdoll into a light post, breaking it in half on impact and bouncing against the pavement harmlessly. Lungs burned and his eyes watered as he fought for breath, struggling to get off of the ground and back into the fight. His chances of doing so diminished when Viral was nearly upon him, poised to cut him into ribbons and end the battle then and there. Trying to raise an arm fast enough to at least blast Viral again and braced instead for the worst, eyes wide with fear. When a Ki blast then slammed into the Beastman and knocked him well off course the Elite blinked in confusion, astonished to see his partner sat up against a container along the road, barely conscious but preparing another Ki blast already.

"He can't be allowed to win! He's a monstrosity, a menace to everyone!" the Saiyan shouted, groaning as his chest ached in protest to the exertion, coughing up blood before spitting more out to the side, "I'll support you, don't give him an inch! We can kill him!" Viral was utterly insane if he thought they were going to fall here, and even crazier to believe he or anyone else could topple the Saiyan empire. Watching as Viral began to get back up again he grit his teeth, focusing Ki into his hand and firing off a rapid succession of blasts, just enough to keep the Beastman preoccupied. He may be much stronger now but he was still vulnerable, they only had to wear him down enough to deal a decisive blow. Constant barrages should keep him from recovering too much and he could prevent the Beastman from attacking back this way as well. "The Empire will never fall, Viral! You're fighting against the strongest force this world has ever known!" the Saiyan screamed over the blasts, "You'll join a long line of other failed attempts at bringing us down!"

Viral was steaming in more ways than one. Not only was he absolutely angry, but his body was steaming in a manner that showed healing and where he had healed previously. His body was able to endure all those blasts but the pain it had caused him wasn’t seen on his rather maddened fierce looking face. His form was always causing him great pain, he was not used to changing into it and it often only happened when he was in grave danger. He was being driven mad by everything around him with concentration being barely focused on remembering what his mission was. It was everywhere and everything that was influencing his mentality and at this moment he was only seeing the ruins, the Elites and the blood that had been spilt. He only had a few thoughts going on in his mind and all of them were focused on pain, destruction and death. Giving the Elite one last chance to try and kill him it wasn’t long before he attacked again, leaping through the air to gut the Elite but had that interrupted as he was instead blasted to the side, rolling a bit before he managed to catch the ground.

It was that other Elite, it seemed, the one who had become the centre of his anger not too long ago. ‘A monstrosity, a menace’ was what he was to them all and he recognised that, he knew that he was the largest threat to everyone here. Hissing lowly, he slowly moved to get up again before he was bombarded by Ki blasts, the hits causing him to stumble momentarily. They were coming in hard and fast, blowing up against his body in rapid succession as the power behind them tore up his body. He was still healing through it, but once again the more he was blasted at in certain areas the more his body was taking longer to heal and leaving gaping wounds. He wasn’t moving from his spot, his feet managing to keep a grip of the ground which crumbled at the force of the blasts as well. He was still standing, it felt as if nothing could kill him even as they continued to try. As he slowly but surely faced his body forward he focused on the Saiyan’s point of origin, hissing lowly before he started laughing. ”You can’t kill me…nobody can kill me! The Otherworld has no place for an abomination like me! But…you and your Empire will have no problem fitting in…you hairless monkey!!” Even with the blasts he pulled his head back, opened his jaws wide as his mouth filled with energy before he whipped it down again and fired a large sunbeam which tore the light out of the area, powerful enough to tear through the city ruins as if they were nothing even if he got his target.

"Then you'll go to hell where a monster like you belongs!" Sustained fire would prevent counterattacks even with his regeneration, even if right now he was grossly more powerful. If the King were here then even this monstrous form would be useless yet he wasn't and thus they would have to make due. Firing off an array of attacks the Saiyan did everything in his power to keep Viral at bay. In his exhausted, wounded state however his output of Ki was far from what it could be and the attacks though plentiful were largely ineffective. Seeing the massive build up of solar energy the Saiyan cursed and used what little remained of his Ki to fly from his spot, barely avoiding being vaporized along with an entire block of the city as Viral let his energy run wild. Falling out of the air as sustaining flight was proving difficult the Saiyan bounced along the pavement and groaned out in pain, fighting through it as he rolled onto his back and pushed himself into a sitting position. From here he was further off and could still see Viral, and he was able to see his partner moving in for an attack as well. Figuring Viral would not bother trying to evade his blasts again he charged up energy and threw it at Viral's front.

While the Saiyan was busy running as a distraction he could now get in closer without fear of being attacked. Using the Ki attacks as cover the Elite jumped up behind Viral and swung his body around, applying Ki to his leg as before and delivering a hard kick to the side of his head. It moved Viral if only barely and with a curse the Elite dropped to the ground, shouting as Ki was focused to his arms and he instead began a flurry of punches into his side, hoping to cause some damage. Even after that surge however there was no apparent damage done much to his horror, Viral was standing tall and as imposing as ever. Staring in shock at the Beastman he hastily backed away to avoid a potential counterattack, spreading his arms out at his sides and firing off quills from his body in an attempt to hit vital spots, or joints, anything that might hinder Virals movements even slightly.

Viral didn’t give the city barely a thought when he fired that sun beam, his primary goal being to kill the Saiyan. When the smoke cleared from his face and the light returned to normal he hissed a laugh, his eyes searching for the Saiyan briefly before setting his sights on him. He looked like he had lost his humanity completely, barely looking like a shell of his former self of the proud warrior he once was. Watching as the Saiyan fell out of the air he sniggered, walking towards him. ”What? Is your precious Ki failing you??” he taunted as he approached, snickering all the way until he was kicked in the head. Snarling, he stepped to the side and gave his head a shake, looking around for the Elite until he was attacked once more. The kick to the head may had been unable to cause him to topple but it still did the damage, however it also made him angrier.

With a sharp turn Viral faced the Elite with a driving purpose to kill him renewed. He was done toying with them, now he was ready to kill the puny alien. Moving to turn completely he was instead punched rapidly in the side, snarling in response as he turned still and immediately swiped at him, but the Elite had bounced back in response. This tiny creature was getting really annoying now, he just wanted him dead. Moving to march towards him he stopped when he was hit by many quills that bore in-between his scales, becoming lodged in his abdomen and forearms. Snarling, he began to approach the Elite again, not even touching the quills. ”Your King couldn’t kill me…what makes you think you can??” he snarled as he threw his claws down at the Elite, immediately swinging his foot around after, ”Every night I feel the excruciating pain! Their mocking laughter in my head…their machines tearing my body apart…and you think your King is fair?? You’ll die in the name of your King!!” Rearing back once more he took the chance to charge up another sun beam, eventually firing one once more with the intended target being the Elite with the city being not even a concern.

"Our King wanted to use you as a weapon! He could have destroyed you at any time!" the Elite shot back, bristling and attempting to bury Viral in a hail of quills, "He'll see your head on a platter for this, don't you realize that?! Your victory here is hollow if you win! You're only signing your own death warrant!" Why would they fight him? Why would anyone fight the King? He was far too powerful to oppose and anyone who dared try saw their planets enslaved or utterly destroyed, succumbing to his rule was their only option. Landing back on the ground the Elite tried to focus Ki and blast the Beastman away but stopped short of firing when Viral was upon him. Leaping back to avoid being torn to shreds he reached out and caught Viral's foot, using it to spring himself up and kick him in the jaw, again to seemingly little effect. Cursing he landed and jumped away, panicked at seeing energy gathering in his maw once more. Amassing as much Ki as he possibly could he fired back at the beam and immediately began to struggle, the difference in their powers was like night and day. Sliding back along the ground as he fought for command the Elite noticed his own energy beginning to wane, his beam slowly being pushed back despite all of his efforts to maintain the blast. Gritting his teeth he shouted in frustration right up to the point where Viral's energy utterly eclipsed his own, his shouts being drowned out as he was engulfed by the intense heat, not even smouldering ash left in his place as the beam finally stopped.

Impossible... He wasn't a Saiyan, he wasn't anything even of this world, every bit as unnatural as the beasts he was created to fight. So why then... Why was he so powerful?! The King could likely defeat Viral still but he would be a distraction to the Empire and its efforts, a distraction that could seriously hinder them. They had to die here then, the Beastman and his little entourage of would be heroes. "You will not defeat the Empire... You will buckle beneath its heel!" the Saiyan shouted, grinning as he struggled to sit again, "In fact you will not leave this planet, I will make certain of that!" There was only one option left to him that might ensure Lioma fall and these traitors along with it. With his body largely useless he could only muster Ki for attacks now, and there was one attack which would kill them if it succeeded, along with himself though he was willing to pay such a price. Taking whatever Ki he had left as well as that around him the Elite began to take on a slight glow as energy built up around him, crackling and hissing like electricity and slightly pulsing, illuminating the area around him. "I'll take you all to Hell with me, every last one of you! You and this wretched city!" the Saiyan laughed, his Ki beginning to grow rapidly to the point where it would erupt. He'd take the whole city and its people out with him in a massive blast, they were all as good as dead.

Viral saw no reason to keep this creature alive any longer if it couldn’t do anything other than spout insults that felt empty and panicked most of the time, his patience worn as thin as it could get. He was always going to be insulted as if it was going to get to him no matter his form, that was his entire life and all he could remember so it getting to him was simply turning the whole thought into an absolute confirmation. There was never a positive aimed at him, or at least he never noticed them if they ever happened so embracing it made it easier to fight rather than allowing it to destroy him. This Elite was just being desperate at this point and it was time for him to die as his use had since past; he was unable to kill him even in desperation mode, his form was too strong for him. Deciding his fate he blasted out a sun beam, continuing the blast until there was nothing left of the Elite he cut it off, his energy still dropping rapidly even with the sun blaring in the sky. Hissing lowly, he slowly stepped away from his spot, ending with a snort as he turned his attention to the remaining evil.

This Saiyan was about beaten, it should be easy to take care of him. Hissing, he turned towards him before slowly moving towards him, using the Saiyan’s hesitation to gather energy again. There was nothing stopping him now, he was as good as dead. Approaching the Saiyan again he growled as he just decided to run his mouth again with empty threats, or at least he thought they were empty. Not understanding what he was talking about at first he hesitated for a moment before he started to notice the energy building up. There was no way this man was actually doing this, it was building up to be a last resort that could destroy everything surrounding it. Snarling, his instincts told him to retreat as far as he could and shield himself, but that tiny spark of humanity inside him reminded Viral that the others were still close by, Yumi especially. With no real window to try and grab everyone for a retreat he snarled and raced forward. ”You’re taking nothing with your miserable soul!!” There wasn’t much he could do other than try to limit the explosion as best he could, he had the energy and hopefully the durability to at least try. Leaping straight at the Saiyan he made a grab for the source, immediately raising one of his shields to surround himself and the Saiyan before the Ki erupted. The shield expanded from the sheer amount of energy he was trying to contain as his transformed state fought to keep him from being torn apart. It was all he could do to prevent massive damage to anyone. As his body fought to stay transformed and together he roared in pain, his feet scraping across the rapidly crumbling ground still within the shield before there was a loud shatter that rang above the explosion. The remainder of the explosion ended up exploding in a shockwave and Viral was unable to do anything about it as he was sent flying with it, his form dissipating in a cloud of his own energy and blood as he was blasted away with no means of resistance, crashing through debris before finally coming to a halt as a solid wall stopped his unwilling trip.

What... What had happened? For a time there Yumi's consciousness had faded out and she'd lost track of the battle only to come to as explosions rocked the city. Had the Elites been defeated? Fatigued as she was it was difficult to tell who was still nearby from energy signatures alone so to check she lifted her head, squinting against the sunlight that near blinded her. She could see a large tear in the roads nearby from some massive attack and one Elite, the one with the quills, was notably absent. Where was the other one though? And what of Viral? Looking around nervously she gasped when a large explosion went off behind her and nearly lifted her off of the ground, grasping onto a ruined slab of concrete to keep herself planted. In the midst of the explosion she noticed a figure fly by her from the epicenter, and with silent horror she realized the figure was none other than Viral. Had he been caught in that explosion? It was Ki so it couldn't have been his own, what had happened? Seeing him almost buried beneath rubble she let out something between a guttural yelp and a howl as she tried to move towards him, barely able to get up on all fours never mind run over. Dragging herself over with one arm desperately she gasped when someone grabbed her from behind, struggling at first then stopping when she realized it was Kabocha.

"Let me help," Kabocha offered with a meek smile, kneeling down and slinging one of Yumi's arms across his shoulders. By now the fighting in the vicinity had died down entirely and though everyone was injured and exhausted they had survived. Well, everyone but Viral, they had all seen the explosion and feared the worst. Straining to support the taller woman he carried her over to the rubble where Leto was already busy at work tearing away pieces to clear the way to their friend. Flying over the remaining debris Kabocha felt his stomach churn uncomfortably and Yumi stiffen beside him at finding Viral, his bloodied and beaten state hardly screamed healthy. Landing before him they had barely touched down when Yumi pushed off and staggered forward, watching her sympathetically as she attempted to help. Leto climbed over the pile as well to join them and looking up at the Yulian it seemed like he wasn't the only one thinking the worst. "Do we have anyone who can help him?"

"Not yet, we're still the only ones here..." Leto muttered grimly, then noting how crestfallen Kabocha became he smiled and clasped him on the back, "Fear not my young friend! The Yulian military will be showing up any moment and they'll have a medic! Viral will be just fine!" He had to be, it would be an unfitting death for someone was proud and capable as him. Looking skyward as he spotted the others he waved them off for the time being, not wanting to crowd Yumi and Viral at the moment. They needed to try and get help even if it might be on the way, the sooner they had someone to tend to the commander the better. "Kabocha, you can still fly? See if you can find us help, we'll remain here in case there are more troops."

"Right... I'll be back!" Viral really didn't look great, with luck they'd get him help in time. Glancing back once again and seeing Yumi trying to stymie the bleeding of his wounds. Swallowing nervously he turned and flew past Kai and Choi, making a straight shot towards where they had seen fighting before. Battles all around had ended and he could only hope that it meant the Yulians had won and the Saiyans were defeated. But what if there were more Elites? If he ran across an Elite by himself -- No, he couldn't worry about that now, he had to focus on getting help for Viral and not himself.

"You're going to be okay Viral, you're going to be okay." The reassurances were as much for Viral as for Yumi herself as she uttered the phrases repeatedly, hoping perhaps they'd help the situation. She was no medic though, none of them were, and the wounds Viral suffered could potentially be fatal for all she knew. Fighting back tears as she fought to cover whatever she could she had to resort to tearing both Viral's and her own clothing for fabricated bandages, whatever she could manage to find. After only covering a few her hands were slick with his blood and her eyes stung from the tears falling, her breath shaking as she continued to work with trembling hands. Looking him in the eye she managed a smile before choking out a sob and working on tying another strip of cloth around a wound. "P-Please just stay with us, look at me, t-talk to me, you're going to be a-a-alright!"

The twins had managed to beat their opponent into submission, there was nothing else they could do without outright killing the guy; however, after the blasts in the centre of the city it was probably very difficult to justify the continued fighting when it was inevitable that their opponent had already lost. Without their commanders they were as good as abandoned and might as well just give up or fully retreat. It wasn’t all easy though, they had received their fair share of the beating but were still able to move and would find treatment later. They were pure-blooded Saiyans, a little pain wasn’t going to stop them. There were other concerns that wasn’t their state of being and whether there was more enemies, though.

The battle in the city had been at full rage and parts of the city was being destroyed by beams that sucked the colour out of the sky that gave off an odd heat, certainly an attack someone like Viral would do. It was a little disturbing to say the least, he was taking out large chunks of the city too. They had to get down there and see what was going on as soon as possible, it was definitely pretty awful watching it from afar. With their own battle over they abandoned the beaten unconscious warrior, racing over as fast as they were able to manage to the battlefield with Kabocha close by. They probably should’ve kept their distance, it was probably a bad idea to go to the source of the beams and soon enough they were told loud and clear that it was definitely a bad decision.

An explosion was going off, a Ki explosion specifically being used in what seemed to be a last resort. They were going to get caught in the explosion, or so they would’ve if it wasn’t being forcefully contained by what looked like a shield of some sorts. The shield contained the explosion just by a margin, but sure enough the shield ended up popping and a strong shockwave followed causing them to spin briefly in the air before catching themselves. Whatever that was hopefully spelled the end of the battle, but something wasn’t right. As they all made it to ground zero the trail of dust and blood was probably the most notable thing after the shockwave and probably the most alarming, especially when one of their own was nowhere in sight after that. Kabocha went down to see to Yumi who seemed to be struggling to get somewhere, but once Leto arrived and spotted what was wrong it became obvious that behind the pile lay one of their own rather than a Saiyan crony.

This was bad, they were all the way out on their own and would have to call out for help and wait for it to arrive from somewhere, probably up in the atmosphere still. Seeing that it was Viral was even worse too, he was supposed to be incredibly durable but here he was looking like he was on the verge of death. Choi was especially worried, his attention being mostly on Yumi as she was helped over by Kabocha. They didn’t have supplies, they couldn’t transfer Ki either since the commander couldn’t harness it in the first place. Watching Kabocha rush off they remained, knowing they weren’t as fast as Kabocha was when it came to flight. Looking between each other briefly Choi soon began to remove what was left of his armour and shirt, handing it to Yumi since she probably would panic if she couldn’t find more cloth to bind his wounds.

Viral was in quite the state, his body only just managing to hold itself together after such an explosion. He had used as much of his energy as he possibly could to prevent that blast from expanding while trying to keep his defences high, but it wasn’t enough. His body was completely limp as he bled from open wounds, his nose and mouth appearing as if he might already be gone; thankfully, his laboured breathing said otherwise. Staring out into nothing he heard nothing but a bass noise as things were shifted and voices spoke out, his senses failing him and causing him to remain unresponsive. Everything was dark, he was feeling cold and the pain everywhere was growing numb. He had managed to prevent the explosion, but he had ruined himself and had now placed himself in a critical state. Everything felt lost to him, at least until he could make out the voices near him.

One was Yumi, the others were too far away for him to be able to hear properly. It was starting to come back to him somewhat now, he just couldn’t make much sense of it. He could feel her touching his wounds, trying to hastily tend to him. He didn’t think she would be conscious, in fact he didn’t actually know how much time had passed since the explosion. Hearing her voice again but with a lot of distortion he soon watched as the dark slowly faded, the sight of the ground and his blood starting to come to but his field of view remaining minimal. “…I…still live…” he muttered, finding it difficult to talk, “I-I can’t…see much…” It felt like his lungs had been punctured or his ribcage had broken, or maybe it was the blood that was sullying his breathing. He knew he was pretty broken, but he couldn’t tell to what extent or even if he was going to be able to last. “Y-Yumi I-…sorry…I was reckless…”

What could they do to help Viral? Ki wasn't an option since he himself didn't use it which ruled out the easiest way of helping him heal. Didn't the sunlight help with that too? If it did then it was taking its time doing so as his wounds were evident of. Hearing him talk was relieving but he sounded distant and clearly in pain. Letting out something between a choked sob and laugh Yumi shook her head, gently easing Viral off the wall to apply a makeshift bandage to a wound at his back. "D-D-Don't apologize, you saved me... You saved all of us..." she answered, smiling tearfully as she secured the wrap around Viral's midsection, "Just hang in there, o-okay? Kabocha went to get h-help, just hang in there..." Did they have something on their ship that could be used? They did didn't they? But then it probably wasn't still hanging around the city, not after everything that had just happened. And with no scouter to use to signal them either Yumi wasn't certain how to call the rebels back either. "K-kai, Choi? Can one of you try and f-f-find the shuttle?" she asked with a glance back, "P-Please, just in c-case Kabocha can't find anyone, Viral needs help..."

Well from the looks of it the fighting definitely did end by now, and it did so in Lioma's favor. There were other Yulians still finishing up their scuffles as he flew past but nothing that required their help, so much for the Saiyans. How embarrassing that their troops and a couple of Elites hadn't been able to take a planet like this, one which didn't even have use of Ki. Hard to take pride in your people when they got embarrassed like this. Shaking his head in disgust he scanned the area below and at last spotted what he figured were medics. A couple of Yulian's in white robes helping some people who were clearly soldiers, they had to be medics. Dropping down out of the air Kabocha was quick to put up his hands as they turned to him with weapons drawn, rolling his eyes with a sigh.

"I'm not with them, even if I'm a Saiyan. I'm part of the rebel forces," Kabocha explained simply as he stared deadpan ahead, waiting for the weapons to drop before lowering his own hands. Idiots, what did they think they were actually going to do to a Saiyan anyways? "One of you a medic? We've got an injured soldier back there that seriously needs help."

"Er... We are medics, yes. But we're a bit busy..." one of the men began to say, and when grabbed by Kabocha he shouted an indignant, "Let me go!" To no effect however as he was quickly lifted off of his feet and into the air, dangling haplessly by his robe as he was carried off. "What are you doing?! We're working!"

"Yeah well now you're working somewhere else. The guy who just saved your planet might be dying so you're going to help him now, got it?" Kabocha had no time for pleasantries and didn't much care that a Yulian might have to wait a little longer either. Viral was perhaps on the verge of death without help and there was no way they were letting him die.

Viral could tell Yumi was upset, it was hard not to notice it in her voice as she desperately tried to help him. He didn’t want to make her cry, he just did what he thought was right which was save her and the other from further harm. She shouldn’t be mourning him at all, he was needed anything but being mourned right now when it was his stupid decisions that got him in this mess in the first place. He didn’t kill those Elites fast enough. He could had destroyed them in one blast but instead decided to play around with them to challenge their strength. He knew he wasn’t completely at fault, he wasn’t fully in control when he was transformed. He shouldn’t be making excuses for himself though, it was his fault for letting his mind give into madness. Everyone expected him to be strong in mind, will and body, but there was too many times when he was feeble and weak willed. If he hadn’t been awoken by Yumi’s desperate attempts to revive him he would’ve preferred to remain unconscious so he couldn’t shame himself by living in this sorry state.

As he was gradually moved as Yumi almost pointlessly wrapped up his injuries he barely gave a reaction, his eyes still unable to focus on anything and his body almost ragdoll-like. He was just incredibly weak, he couldn’t move on his own accord right now. Hearing Yumi plead with him to hold on had him it sounded as if she also believed that he was going to die, his body possibly looking a lot worse than he could feel. Maybe he really looked closer to death than he thought, but it wasn’t something he could feel out for himself. He was completely overcome with pain and weakness, feeling completely tired and unable to breathe properly. He couldn’t die here, not like this. “I…am not…d-dying to a Saiyan…!” he growled as he tried to move but soon found himself choking on blood momentarily. He wasn’t healing properly at all, his energy had been near drained in his attempt to save the others. He just couldn’t, it would be a death without honour and in front of Yumi too. He was incredibly weak, he couldn’t do this to her. “…H-He…should’ve been dead faster…I…should had k-killed him faster…”

The twins could only really look on, neither of them were trained in first aid and Yumi seemed to be the most qualified as she tried to help the Beastman. It was awful, there was nothing they could really do. With Choi offering his top for extra bandages that was all he could really do to help, but otherwise he had no idea. Looking between each other Kai soon turned around to look and see if Kabocha was coming back soon, the time they had not exactly being particularly large as both Viral and Yumi seemed distressed. Frowning, he looked elsewhere until his name was mentioned he turned around and looked to Yumi again. Looking to his brother he soon quickly threw his hand up before backing up. “I’ll try and find the others. They should be on the outskirts”. He wasn’t as fast as Kabocha and it was very likely that he would be back before a shuttle was found, but hopefully Viral’s state would be slightly better by the time he got back. Flying off with what little Ki he had he began to search for a shuttle or for someone who could get them one, whatever came first.

Choi let out a sigh, raising his shoulders momentarily before looking back to Yumi. He thought Viral was good at healing terrible injuries, but right now it barely looked like anything was happening. He was still bleeding and spitting up blood, not to mention his eyes were barely open. Yumi would need medical attention too, she barely looked like she could help him if it wasn’t for the fact that he was in such a bad state. “Uhh, Kabocha shouldn’t be long…I-I mean, there should be some medics around…even if parts of the city was destroyed…” Looking back, he did kind of wonder how many had died because of Viral’s attacks. If Viral was still alive by the time they got back there was no doubt he would be in some measure of trouble with Korian. The guy certainly preferred disciplined warriors over wild cards and there was no doubt that Viral was incredibly unpredictable and destructive. This was pretty bad, there had to be something he could do to help. “Uhhh…you shouldn’t move him too much. A shockwave like that would cause some pretty bad ruptures…”

"It worked though, he's d-dead and you're still here," Yumi whimpered, her lips trembling as she tried to force a smile to them unsuccessfully. Viral was adamant about not dying yet it was hard not to fear the worst with how poorly he looked. She couldn't relax, not until a doctor looked at him and told them he would be okay. For now all that could be done was a haphazard bandaging job with scraps of cloth, she would have to hope that it would suffice. Wiping at her eyes with her wrists Yumi took a long, deep breath and tried to settle herself, looking up and nodding appreciatively as Leto began to clear rubble to make reaching Viral easier for the medics. Half-tempted to pick him up and move Viral out herself she'd reached forward before halting when Choi warned her against it, her ears folding flat as she lowered her gaze.

"You're right... But we need to find help..." she mumbled sadly as she withdrew, resigning herself to having to wait.

"Kabocha and Kai are doing just that my dear Yumi. Fear not, they will return and our friend Viral will be saved yet!" Leto boomed reassuringly, "A true man will not go down so easily, this is..." he paused, straining to shove aside a large slab of rockwall, "Merely... Hng... A set back!"

Yumi did sincerely hope Leto was right and Viral would be okay from all of this. But there was no Vegeta here to fix him quickly, nor Aito, or any of the fantastic doctors that had helped them before on Uuonoe. Here they were in a war torn city desperately trying to find a medic that wasn't already busy working with the countless other injured there doubtless were. Sighing somberly Yumi looked at Viral again before crawling over to him, wincing as pain shot up her arm and sitting down beside him, getting as close as she could without actually touching him. Between the pain in her skull and her arm she almost felt like passing out, but between residual adrenaline and her concern for Viral she couldn't possibly do that.

If it weren't for the fact Viral desperately needed medical attention Kabocha might well have dropped the doctor by now. After the millionth time of being yelled at and demanded to be released he stopped in mid-air and glared down at the doctor, shaking him slightly and watching as he clung desperately to his arm. "Look doctor, this guy is possibly dying over here and he's the reason you're even still alive right now. We're helping him and that's that, the other soldiers can wait." What right did this man think he had demanding anything of them? It was because of the rebel forces here that their world wasn't in ashes right about now, if they needed something then these people should be jumping at every chance to do so.

Fortunately not having to fly awfully far to find help meant it didn't take long for Kabocha to return with help. It was curious to not see Kai around but he figured he'd gone off for some more help, leaving it be as he set down outside the ruined building. The doctor was quick to move away after he was released but Kabocha quickly grabbed hold of his coat again to stop him from walking off, narrowing his eyes and pushing the man forward. "I'm running on fumes here, don't make me waste the last bit of energy kicking your butt," he threatened halfheartedly, watching as the doctor gave him a look of discontent before heading over to Viral. Seeing the doctor slow down when he got close enough to properly see Viral made him worry, and when the doctor rubbed at his face it made Kabocha shift nervously on the spot. Unless things were different here it was usually not a good sign that the doctor looked that concerned.

"I'm guessing you're the one that needs help, my word..." Well the Saiyan had been wise to seek help, this man's injuries were far more serious than any of the soldiers he'd been tending to. Obviously heavy blood loss, possibly ruptured organs and clear abrasions and burns, and that was only what could be seen at a first glance. If this man was to have any hopes of survival he had to be transported somewhere and be operated on immediately. "Do you have a vehicle nearby? He needs to be moved immediately," the doctor said, looking to Leto and Choi. "And you young lady, can you stand? I know you're injured as well but we're pulled thin as it is. If you're able to move then you'll have to wait."

Kai figured there might be a vehicle somewhere in the city, it would be pretty bad to go out and try to find one. If you were a soldier and you needed to get into the city quickly, you wouldn’t fly in without some armour like a vehicle. High class soldiers were normally durable enough to withstand an explosion or fast enough to escape one so there was no problem regarding whether they were just going to get blown out of the sky; although, when it came down to it he sure did hope that he wasn’t only going to come across vehicles that had met that kind of fate. It was a dire state of emergency he was in and absolutely had to find a vehicle that was still functioning. There was a lot of vehicles around, but a lot of them were either partially destroyed or too small for what they needed it for. There had to be some sort of military vehicle still out there that he could take, at least one that was big enough and still functioning.

Just when he thought he was out of luck and ultimately going to fail he soon spotted a small military carrier sticking out of some rubble that didn’t look completely destroyed. It appeared to had been abandoned because it got stuck and they didn’t want to spend too much time trying to get it out, or at least that’s what he hoped. Flying down quickly he started clearing the rubble by blasting it apart, not much caring for his Ki levels at this point as he tried to clear the front. Blasting away much of the large pieces of rubble he quickly jump into the still open hatch at the back, rushing to the front before jumping into the driver’s seat.

Kai had never actually driven anything before. He had always either been a passenger or travelling in a pod which was always on autopilot. He knew how the buttons worked, he had watched it before, but now he had to figure out how to get it started. Looking around desperately for what might bring it to life he found what was a pretty basic key sticking in the ignition. Almost thinking that they would have something more like a button to get things going he turned the keys, holding them in place before gasping as the vehicle came to life. Well that was lucky, even though it was slow to start it still functioned fine. Feeling a little nervous he looked around at the controls before settling to try and turn it out of the dusty rubble, managing to get it moving slightly before it started to turn while rising into the air. Well that was done, now he had to get out of there without crashing the vehicle and take it back to the others.

Viral in the meantime was feeling really rough with things not getting better the longer he was here for. He didn’t know how much longer he could stay awake for as his lack of non-blurry vision was making it hard to see anything that might indicate that he was still conscious. Hearing Leto speak of him just made him angry too, as if he was needing to survive just because he wouldn’t be called a ‘true man’ otherwise. Such words were certainly one way to make him angry, but it wasn’t as if he had the energy or ability to tell him otherwise. Feeling that it was growing difficult to keep active with every passing second he was soon alerted to the sounds of someone else talking nearby, only thing he didn’t know who it was but assumed it was some sort of doctor. He wondered what the man could even do to help him, it’s not like he could be dealt with here immediately in the dust and from the sounds of it he had no vehicle. Slowly raising his head he grit his teeth through the struggle, trying to look to see who the man was through the blur that was probably blood in his eyes. He didn’t know much other that they needed a vehicle to receive any treatment, but who knew when that would be found since one of the twins went off to find one.

Luckily enough, it wasn’t long until the sound of an energised vehicle could be heard with a rather nervous Kai trying to drive it. Kai was barely old enough to drive legally, nevermind doing something like this. Trying to land it he had to try and force it to stop first, swinging around in a circle before landing it properly with the engine still running. That was a fair chore and scary too, especially when he didn’t know if he would ever be able to land it properly. He had left the hatch open, but it didn’t seem like he had the chance to consider trying to close it anyway considering how long it felt he took trying to get the vehicle. Either way, Leto was definitely the only one qualified enough to drive it when he wasn’t even 18 yet and had never had the responsibility to drive a military standard vehicle with people inside, one who was in a critical condition especially.

There had been a collective sigh of relief when Kai returned with a shuttle for their use and it appeared to be large enough to carry them all. Moving Viral was going to be very difficult given his injuries and the doctor was certain to stress as much, addressing anyone who seemed able bodied enough to work. "Anyone who can help carry him to the shuttle. We need to keep his body level and his head supported, we don't know if there is a spine injury or not," the doctor cautioned, pausing as he went back to the shuttle and peered inside. No stretcher or gurney or anything of the sort, they would have to lay Viral out on the seats and hold him still. "There is a hospital not far from here we'll take him to. It's busy with other soldiers and civilians but we should find help there. Who will fly? I need to remain in back to tend to him."

"I know the hospital, I'll fly us there." Even in ruins Leto recognized the city plenty well and could find his way even now after being away for so long. A bittersweet victory to be sure, the city was destroyed but it, along with Lioma, was saved. "Be strong Viral, your fight is not yet over. We will fly there swiftly and get you the help you need!" Good thing the shuttles on his world were larger than those the rebels typically deployed otherwise he'd have a difficult time fitting into the cockpit. Standing before the vehicle he made a quick inspection of its thrusters and wings, wanting to be absolutely certain nothing was damaged, before climbing inside. With his knees in his chest from the seat being so far forward Leto quickly adjusted it and beamed at those outside, waving everyone in. "Come on now, the hospital awaits!"

They just had to be gentle with Viral then and get him on-board, easy. That being said it did Yumi's nerves no good when Kabocha, the doctor and the twins went about moving him and she watched with baited breath as he was carried across the wreckage to the rear of the shuttle. Hot on their heels the entire way she was quick to move to Viral's side when he was placed down on the seats, sitting on the floor before him and placing one of her hands on his paw. "You're doing great Viral, we'll be there in no time," she spoke in a soft voice, as if worried speaking too loudly might somehow worsen his condition. Glancing back as the shuttle bay door was closed she smiled nervously, moving closer to be sure to keep Viral still if he was jostled at all. As the vehicle rose back into the air she felt her head become light and the room spun slightly, biting her lip and groaning as she rested her forehead against the edge of the seats. She definitely had a concussion, no question about it.