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[It's early evening, just as the sun sets in a cascade of reds and oranges that from the other side of the sky there is a sudden intense flare of sickening green to the south, the shade often associated with radioactivity, not healthy plantlife. It's bright enough to throw shadows in the opposite direction, briefly leaving everything for an alarming distance with two shadows, pointing due north in stark contrast with the long eastward shadows of the setting sun.

The greenish light fades before the sun sinks below the horizon, the ground giving only the faintest of shivers some moments later as far north as Haven and Twinsgrace in time to a distant, strangely long roll of thunder. It can be seen far further away than it can be felt, and in its wake life resumes fairly promptly.

Rumors spread fast. An airburst asteroid, perhaps? A comet?? A NUCLEAR EXPLOSION???

And far to the south sits a lone saiyan on a bloody outcropping of rock, staring listlessly at a terrifyingly wide and long dredged line bisecting the small valley before him and a perfectly round hole straight through the mountain directly across there, molten rock cooling around its edges in an angry but dulling red glare. Blood splatters and streaks the rock from quite a height up, the pattern suggesting something or someone had fallen and repeatedly attempted to catch themselves.

Or himself, as the case might be, as those stains and smears lead right to the seated Broly, blood soaking him as well.. and the two new wide appendanges sprawled in awkward angles to either side of him. Long and broad and delicately scaled, they look awfully like unusually large bat wings .. if bats had scales, and if one washed off the coating of drying red. The ragged wounds they emerge from bleed only slowly, but steadily.

He doesn't seem to notice. It's not certain he's really noticing the mountain he's staring at either.

That's it. That's it, that was all he could do.]

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[Just a mountain isn't a lot, not by how he reckons things. But he couldn't do it. All he could do was put a hole in it, and rift the valley below. The strange glow, the change that follows it - not something he'd seen before, and he'd seen a lot of strange things. A lot of transformations, bodies growing or shrinking, becoming something else entirely..

This was different. But he could accept it. He became a giant ape, she becomes a giant winged reptile of some kind. And in his current state, the dragon easily dwarfs him; the rock he'd sat on didn't have a whole lot of room for such a large being, but it had wings and surely ...

No. Still on the ground.

The power unleashed is significant, but there's something ... wrong. Something Broly can't quite put a finger on immediately, so he remains still and quiet, listening, watching. He had more senses to rely on than just that, and the mountain's foundations have been disturbed fundamentally but it's still there for the moment and something in the foreign creature's bearing in response to this suggests it shouldn't be there.

Any more than it should have withstood him.

The saiyan rises, new wings still limp and scraping the ground, not quite under his active control. He should be afraid to have such a thing turn its rage to him, but he isn't, he doesn't understand that he should be, he's never had to fear anything in his life.

Alisaie had mentioned what this thing, and this must be what she meant by the creature within, ate only energy. And it didn't seem to have enough, and it seemed to know it. He could provide more, but how much did he have, if all he could do was poke a hole?]

Something's taking it away from you too.

[Power. But she didn't seem to have control over hers at all, like a child taking oozaru form for the first time. There were no guarding adults here to make sure she didn't hurt herself or anything she didn't intend to.]

[ That's right. It's being stolen, taken away. And with no Crystals, nobody praying for him, Bahamut could barely feel any strength - having it drain moment by moment.

Nothing for his revenge on Man - stopped once before, but not again. Another soft snarl - almost sounding pitiful, as the massive wings tried to pick him up again. This was just one creature, weak as it looked. But his claws seemed to be gripped to the rock, the last bit of control Alisaie has. Even if Bahamut is free, he cannot move.

And so, Bahamut lets out another energy blast - this time, out into the sky above them. More of a warning then anything - they will get free. They will not grow weaker. ]

[Even as blue-white energy lances into the sky again, Broly doesn't have the sense to be afraid. He wasn't nigh-invulnerable anymore, but he simply hasn't caught up to that reality yet. The assumption remains that this creature simply can't hurt him.

It had wings. He had something like them he supposed, maybe they weren't just ugly useless giant hands, and a more determined effort is made to flex them, the arch of their span considerable for someone his size but still dwarfed by the dragon above. Maybe they were supposed to let him fly too.]

Maybe .. some of you are more like me ...

[A tiny thing he might be, but a bold tiny thing, fearless enough to actually reach a hand towards that armor-scaled hide, fully intending to actually touch the elder primal.

It's probably for the best that at this juncture, Broly can't be tempered. Or prayers would rise again to Bahamut soon enough. Except.. except that same awful green radiance from before has returned, gathering in his hands as bidden, still effortless but not as strong as he'd once been able to do.]

...than I thought possible.

[And if he can - a simple touch, light, barely tangible to something so big, and for a time, stop that hemorrhaging of strength the great creature experienced. He remembers what she'd said this thing needed for food. Maybe he understood a little too well pointless defiance and simply not having the power to do as he wished. Maybe it's simply pity. Maybe it's just the ill thought out idea that perhaps he wasn't as alone as he thought he was.]

[ ...Shit. The dragon seems to stare - this being is giving him Aether... or something like Aether? Bahamut is simply a beast at this point, snarling.

Before managing to raise one claw, bringing it down next to the man. Even when he's thankful - in a way - he cannot help it. Man has hurt them far too much - but now Bahamut looks closer, this Man has the scales of one who seems Dravanian. At least, the wings of one forming - still weak - like a child. Though Bahamut does not speak, there is a look and a deep chortle. Congratulations. You managed to amuse the Elder Primal, if only because Alisaie is beginning to regain control and giving the creature a small mind.

You will not die tonight, Child. Not until Bahamut can regain strength - they look to the mountain, as it's still not fallen. How dare it. ]

[He should really be more alarmed for his current situation. With his power curbed, Bahamut would be a serious challenge to defeat, and victory was hardly assured.

Arrogance was an ongoing problem with his race.]

Accident doesn't do this sort of thing. Someone is doing it. And when I find them.. if I can't kill them for it, maybe you can.

[The claw is nearly his own size. A claw alone. It had scales too, like the little ones on his .. wings, he supposed. The claw was a threat but the chuckle, a deep sonorous sound, didn't seem to be. Maybe it wouldn't end in a fight.

Maybe she still had control. Like he rarely did.

After a passing moment, Broly sits back down on the stone in the shadow of that claw, gaze turning back to the mountain defiantly standing. It wasn't going to stay that way for long, he was certain. There were little landslides cascading down one side.]

But you probably don't understand right now. I wonder if you'll remember this when you change back.