"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.