"Who is right or wrong doesn't matter anyways, what matters is that as many people survive as possible," the Elite shouted towards the building, frowning as he waited for Viral to return, "The King can ensure that, you rebels just run around trying to give these people 'freedom', but it's that freedom that will kill them. You were in our ranks, are you so blind to that obvious truth?" Had the Beastman slipped away after being struck? No, he'd always been the sort to go head on, stealth or surprise attacks had never been a tactic of Viral's. Furrowing his brow after a moment of silence the Elite's head swiveled when he heard stone crumbling, watching a beleaguered Viral climb out of the rubble, presumably to keep fighting. Of course he wouldn't go down easily, as much was to be expected from a former commander. Charging a Ki blast to try and bury him again he fired, and no sooner had he fired did the Beastman rush forward, a wild look pasted on his face. "What?!" Aiming to defend himself the Elite watched instead as he was ignored, turning his head and watching as Viral went for his partner instead. "Look out!"

"Pathetic... Utterly pathetic," the Elite muttered, sneering as he pressed his boot down atop Yumi's head, "Why the King ever wasted time on you is a mystery, you're nothing compared to us." And now what was his partner screaming about? Tearing his gaze away from Yumi the Elite's eyes widened seeing Viral before him, his mind unable to react in time as he was slashed across his face. One eye was immediately blinded and deep gouges were left as he stumbled away, screaming in pain as he covered his face. "You bastard! I'll kill you! I'll tear your insides out!" he screamed furiously, peering through his fingers with one good eye. Before he'd even had a chance to retaliate however he was knocked clean off of his feet, a chorus of pained grunts and shouts as he was assaulted wildly by Viral. Trying to lift his arms to protect his head he winced as claws dug into his flesh, only finally being given relief when his partner at last knocked Viral off of him. Partially blinded and some parts torn to literal ribbons the Elite groaned and blindly tried to move away, unsure of where he was even going at this point and only caring that it was as far from Viral as he could get.

Viral had been so close to defeat and yet somehow he'd managed that attack? How? There almost didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to what he'd done either and it had been comparable to a wild animal charging its prey. Watching the Beastman warily the Elite frowned at his expression, something was very clearly amiss here. "You're nothing more than a wild animal, Viral. The king tried to tame you and he failed, there's no hope for you or your friends." With Ki in both hands the Elite threw both blasts at the Beastman, backing off promptly to avoid being torn apart as his partner had been. Why wasn't he just lying down and accepting his fate? That even if they somehow won here on Lioma it was all for naught? The Saiyans weren't going to be stopped, not by them or anyone else. It was a futile fight they were taking part of.