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Cragin would pull the Saiyan along, he would keep to the shadows, being as silent as he could. Soon though guards were charging forth through an open door. Cragin would plant himself the Saiyan's body shaking as he pulled his right arm up with a small laugh, "Dodonpa." It had been apparent that the wing he had once been in was an area where Ki couldn't be used, but he was in a strange part of the dungeon, the lighting better adjusted more open and less dank, he decided to try. The blast was half powered, it was struggled but it was a blast. The sphere of pale yellow energy erupted into the group and with the explosion, one went flying into a nearby wall, another sliding forth, the third flying backwards. Cragin would drop his hand, his calculative eyes looking at every body before he walked forward through the open doorway. He would ascend stairs, they would spiral the slightest bit and as another guard would descend them around the corner throwing a fist at his chest. He would knock it aside at the wrist with his own using his right hand to deliver a swift but powerful uppercut, the man would be knocked unconscious, sprawling forth. He would have to hop over the body, nearly being caught off balance and falling back.

He would catch himself, charging back up the staircase. The Saiyan would fall back on his shoulders and there would be a thwack! as the man's head would hit stone. Cragin would let out a deep laughter grabbing the man by the torso and pulling him back up onto his shoulders. Moments later he was upon a door and silently he would pull it open walking out into less stale air. To his dismay several guards would be at the room, he counted eight of them all with power levels of at least 10,000. They would be prepared for him, their palms raised. Cragin would put the body down, tutting his tongue. Cragin would hop the body charging to the first guard, his speed would make the one blast they had gotten off to pass behind him, it would shake the world around him, and the guards would be taken aback. That had seemed to be their plan to overwhelm him. Any Ki blasts now would harm their comrades.

He delivered a knee to this guards gut grabbing the man by the arm with his right hand and dipping low hurling him into an oncoming guard's punch to his left. He would slide into a crouch, beneath another guard's kick, rising and grabbing the leg he would turn flinging the man into a nearby wall. Cragin would be lost in thought, time was valuable. Each moment that passed was a moment warriors were alerted to come to this. Then it hit him, instant transmission..He would turn abruptly catching a guard on the side of the face, he would go spinning away and Cragin would lift his left hand to his forehead, a blur of speed as he fought his way through the guards he would slide forth beneath a kick back to the body, grabbing the man by the throat. They would disappear in a flash of pale yellow and he would be at Qyn suddenly, Rubis lying in the floor of the building. It would be a black rock and the room would be white, a set of tanks on one side of the room.

A doctor would rush forth, "Cragin?" Her voice would be alert and concerned. Her green hair hanging in her brilliant orange eyes. White clothe wrapping her body. The other brilliant minds of the room would turn, following her lead of awaiting orders, a mixture of curiosity and attentiveness.

"I want this man in a tank, before his vitals are completely healed and he's gained consciousness I want him chained and escorted to my chambers. No less than four guards." His voice would be stern but he would smile genuinely at all of them he would, drop the word like a warm wake up call. "Please." They would set about their duties and Cragin would walk out of the room.