Impossible. A half-breed, someone who was nothing more than a mere copy, an artificial life form. How could something like that possibly be stronger than a Saiyan?! Even as he lay here, half his body burned and beaten, he refused to accept the reality. Saiyans were the ultimate warriors and were second to no one, certainly not some... Manufactured, discarded creation of some mad scientist. "You are weak! One lucky blast does not make you a great warrior!" the Elite shouted, sneering as he tried fruitlessly to get up, lifting himself up with his one good arm. Groaning as Viral kicked him in the head he rolled over in the dirt, coughing out blood as he lay sprawled on his back. "Haha... Ha... Your power? Your power is stolen, none of it is your own," the Saiyan shot back, groaning as he tried to roll over and get up again only to collapse on his front. "None of your DNA is your own, you're a copy, that's all. Ironic that you boast of your own strength... When the reality is, you have none." And for all his supposed power he would still never be the hero, he'd never be able to overcome the might of the Saiyan empire. 

"You fought well, traitor. Now die." Her skull would give soon and she'd die, the first of many on Lioma that would fall. The King's order was to wipe the planet clean and start anew, and anyone on the world would fall under their wrath. Seeing Yumi go limp and cease her struggling the Elite smiled, his sharp teeth flashing in a vicious grin as he dropped her onto the ground. Not dead yet but passed out, just one blow would finish the job. Taking aim he gathered Ki and prepared to fire down upon her, aiming to wipe her completely out of existence. Then there was an explosion behind him, sudden and without any signal as it tore apart the ground and lifted him off of his feet, throwing him several feet away. He was utterly disoriented and smashed into a ruined car on the far side of the road, falling to the ground and laying there for a moment. What had hit him? That was no energy was it? Getting up slowly the Elite noticed Viral was near Yumi now, his partner who had been fighting the traitor nowhere to be seen. He... He hadn't beaten them, had he? 

"Impressive... You have more fight than we thought," the Elite said as he got to his feet, looking down at Yumi's fallen form, "Seems I'll have to wait to finish her off, I'll have to deal with you first." If he'd been capable of defeating the Saiyan then something was very wrong here, he shouldn't be strong enough to do that. When they had last seen Viral he might as well have been falling apart at the seams, only the collar was managing to keep him together. Had they helped him recover? Slowly moving around and towards Viral he flexed his claws, trying to think of how best to attack. It seemed that Viral was trying to protect Yumi, perhaps he could use that against her. Placing a hand behind his back and gathering Ki the Elite smiled, throwing a blast directly at the fallen fighter as he jumped back at the car, reeling back and kicking out, knocking the ruined vehicle towards them as well.