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When the Namekian warrior was suddenly disarmed Dashade's aim wavered a bit in surprise, he knew that Namekian's could regenerate, but he would of never thought that the warrior would voluntarily rip off their own limb. Dammit! He knew that his other opponent was coming straight for him now, but the thought came to mind that the Namekian had opened himself up for the perfect opportunity to be caught vulnerable. The energy for the regeneration would take time to gather after the blast that was thrown at Dashade, and it was doubtful there would be much of a fight against a one armed warrior.

And that's when Pikruel's fist implanted itself firmly within his chest "Arg! SHIT!" Was the only words he was able to gasp out as the punch threatened to tear right through his armour and skin.

"Leave this planet alone!"

The words got on Dashade's nerves slightly, making his retort as he reached out to grab a hold of her shoulders. "I will leave this planet when the threats against my men cease their pointless slaughter!"