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"Now, with those two down I have a few seconds to spare. I must finish this before there are any more casualties" Dashade raised both of his hands together aiming down at the fallen warriors, briefly lamenting that these two could cause so much trouble. Was this the average power of the Saiyins? Could this Empire hope to stand up to the inevitable resistance they will all pose? These have to be rouges... Or else I only see more bloodshed in the future The Arcosian intended to finish the two off with a barrage of Ki attacks while they were vulnarable, and he almost came to doing it as well. Almost.

"Now, TO FINISH THI-" Before he could let loose the cry and finish off the two threats for good, he only just noticed the stretched out green arm moments before it's blade-like claws buried themselves in his shoulder. With a shreik of pain he let go of his Ki blasts, one flying off to the side and another falling to the ground, both resulting in unimportant explosions. "Damn, the third fighter! I had forgotten about him... He must be with the Saiyins"

A Namekian!?When the attack came, Dashade's head instinctively went to the source where he gaped at the single Namekian, his eyes drawn to the Ki blast charging in the alien's free hand. There was no time to plan, it was obvious what the next move would be. Thinking quickly, the Arcosian warrior grabbed a hold of the stretched arm with his other hand. Time to see how far this Namekian elastic limbs stretches

He charged up the Milky Cannon in one hand before dashing into the air, keeping his grip on the arm and hopfully pulling up the Namekian with him.