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Throughout the scuffle, from start to finish, Dashade was torn between two mindsets and their screaming contest. One told him it would be wise and responsible to put a stop to this fight, they needed to work together not mark each other as enmies. But another part of him took in the factor that he really didn't care THAT much about either Saiyan and had little to no stake in this, plus he would be lying if he said he wasn't the last bit curious how this would end.

He found himself rather surprised when things took a turn for the suddenly serious, Nion displaying some tendencies Dashade could only describe as psychotic as she picked Pikruel apart. Where her hands wrapped around Pikruel's tail, Dashade was starting to think this had gone too far. But, as he took one step forward. "My...dad is dead, you moron..."

"Oh? Lucky him. I don't think any father could face such a dissappointment-"

Oof. I could feel that bruise. Now, Nion was starting to remind him of his brother, only less embarrassing. He pushed on forward, arriving behind Nion as she threw Pikruel's limp body to Lettiz, before stalking off in a huff. "Is she okay?" Dashade inquired, looking upon Pikruel's body, he didn't exactly know how effective this tail weakness was. Though, he was only met with silence as Lettiz seemed to drift off into space on some past memory. "Lettiz?"