This was just so satisfying to do. Viral had betrayed the Saiyans, he had changed sides despite their giving him power, a purpose. And having played a part in the destruction of their Beastman project there was plenty of animosity to be had, all of which the Elite was keen to unleash on him. Every blow would hurt as much as he could possibly manage, he'd be sure to break every bone before he allowed the Beastman death. Slamming full force into Viral he drove him back, smashing through a wall and into the center of a building. It just felt so good to hurt him, the damned traitor deserved every injury he took. Grinning proudly the Elite blocked the first punch, taking a second to the jaw that made him stumble and drew blood. "Except your own weakness! That will always be your downfall, you cannot compare to a Saiyan!" Catching both of Viral's punches the two men struggled to gain ground, equally matched in raw power as they pushed back against one another. "Face it, you only ever had a chance when you were our pawn! Now you're nothing again! Doomed to walk in the shadows of your betters!" Slamming his foot down into the ground he held firm, his Ki swirling violently around both of them as rubble was thrown every which way as a result. "You're nothing Viral! Nothing but a poor imitation!" 

To hell with fighting a telekinesis user, the twins could have that headache. Kabocha would much rather settle for a few strong soldiers even if the numbers were working against him. In the confusion of their swapping opponents he'd already managed to knock down one but it was evident the others weren't going to be nearly as easy. Swinging at one of the soldiers he cursed when they blocked his punch and another tried kicking him, backing off and then deflecting a shot from one of their blasters. Three on one and they weren't your typical cannon fodder either, great. All three came at him at once then and he had to be on his toes to block attacks, ducking and weaving constantly to avoid being knocked around. Dodging one punch he reached up and grabbed the soldier's arm, flying up and around to wrench it behind their back before kicking them into another, throwing a Ki blast at the first's back and managing to blow apart their armor. The third however was on him in seconds and a powerful overhead kick knocked Kabocha nearly to the ground, barely stopping himself from crashing as Ki burst from behind him, the road caving slightly from the force. He had to fire another blast then to meet two attacks from the other soldiers, the three strikes colliding and causing a sizable explosion above. 

Yumi had to switch her style of fighting with this man if she had any hopes of winning. But what was going to work? Striking him head on did nothing and he was fast enough to keep up with her, combined with the fact he could use Ki liberally and she was more or less in a dead match. Landing on her feet she waited for the Elite to get on his own, still trying to decide on a style to fight with. Maybe... More precise, targeted strikes? Worth a try, though she had no idea where this type of person's pressure points might be. From a solid stance Yumi began to bounce back and forth on the balls of her feet, her lands loosely curled. The Elite made the first move and came right after her, throwing a hard right hook aimed at her head. Allowing her body to simply drop Yumi flattened her hand and slammed the heel into the Elite's chest, hearing him gasp for breath and stagger slightly. Following up promptly she drove the hell of her left hand into the underside of his jaw, making him nearly topple as he staggered backwards. Dashing in for a follow up she struck the inside of the man's left arm, his shoulder and just below his left pectoral. Backing off then to avoid a swinging strike she watched as he painfully moved his afflicted arm, smiling confidently at the turn out. So that would work then, excellent.

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"Even if it changes it will always be our city, our home. That fact can never change. Why, do you think it was all the same from when I was a child? Or from when your grandfather was a child? Kaesstra has always been changing T'charrl, just more slowly than it is now. And we're doing absolutely everything we can to make sure those changes don't bring any harm." Their world was precious and everyone understood that from those who lived above ground to those who thrived beneath. In some ways Garesh's ideals were being recognized now with their people using technology and advancing, but they were doing so to benefit everyone. None of their developments were military in design, none of it was meant to flaunt power or to laud anything over another kingdom. Everything they were making would be shared and Kaesstra as a whole would only benefit from the developments.

"And Nema's shared those stories with us, how there used to be a lot of people like you. Those of us who could talk to spirits and spoke to the forests, there are hardly any of those left anymore because of what happened." Yusef sounded rather sad as he spoke, a rueful smile on his face as he shook his head. "Your grandmother was one of them, did you know that? I know you've spoken with her before but I don't know if she's ever told you. She had to hide what she was all of her life, and up until her dying breath she hardly told a soul. But times have changed, we'll need people like you to speak to the spirits, to make sure we aren't upsetting the balance in the world. We're being very careful but there's no way any of us can know exactly what the planet things, not without someone like you," Yusef added, smiling back at T'charrl again, "So when you do finally come home you, and others like you, will help move our people forward into the future. You'll have a place wherever you go on Kaesstra, and..." he paused, looking at Haku, "It looks like you'll have a place whenever you travel, too. I'm proud of you, my son. You're doing to do great things, I just know you are."