Zaofan stops his attack after the firework signal. "Trouble? Again?! Dammit all!"
Zaofan also watches Cyanna vanish, only to fall prey to a certain ball-busting. Thankfully,
Sheep's Fortitude is still in effect, and he smiles at the little Mini-Sasheem. "Oh, you sweet summer child. You've no idea what my friend down there has been through." He picks up the Mini-Sasheem by the head, plucks him off his groin, and tosses him aside.
(But, despite the protection of the Sheep's Fortitude, Zaofan tries his best to turn to the side to hide his wincing and perhaps a close-mouthed, low volume, but high-pitched moan. The technique still needs to be perfected.)
With a stern look, Zaofan holds his open palm up to Sasheem, and he tries to sense for ki towards Capital City. "Majin. This is pointless. You can't hurt me and I think nothing of you. But if what Cyanna says is true, then, we're both needed, as much loathe as I am to admit it. But this isn't over yet, you selfish blob."
Zaofan takes offs towards Capital City at top speed, but Sasheem would feel Shingen's talisman warm up. Should he look at the emblem, he'll find it glowing in orange and purple, almost ethereally and on its own.