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Miburo
The Galloping soared through the air at a fever pitch as it headed towards the lookout. Held glanced out the window, taking in the Earth's scenery for the first time in a very long while.
The Icy Tundra gave way to a lush forest, before even that was left behind, and the ship dashed over the ocean towards the lookout. It was somewhat soothing, to see that even despite the dire straights the planet found itself in, it's beauty had still managed to remain intact, for the moment at least.
As the Auto-Pilot continued following its course, the Nevadian finally found a moment to reflect and try to make some sense of the chaos that had been unleashed through his awakening.
Had he bothered to turn on his Shingan, he would have been given a painful reminder of the damage unleashed throughout the galaxy, tears within the fabric of reality, chaos and pandemonium.
Anarchy in the Galaxy.
It was a rough welcome back. It was overwhelming, to be sure. Held barely knew what to do.
Ochazuke and Zaofan had been stabilizing influences, allowing the Nevadian to anchor himself, however briefly.
No. Held knew what to do. It was the same thing he and his comrades had always done.
As he forced doubt from his mind, he smiled slightly as he could see an island onto itself, floating miles away in the distance.
The Lookout.
So relieved he was too see the familiar sight, he almost missed the massive whirlpool that came appeared, intercepting The Galloping's flight path.
"....Eh?" He glanced down, curious. "That's a new on---"
He went silent for a moment as a form....No, two forms... emerged from the whirlpool.
Two large hulking forms emerged from the center of of the Spiral, which now gently began to dissipate.
A large purple Octo-man was engaged in combat, it's tendrils----It seemed to be missing all but two, which had apparently been cleaved off moments before, judging from the limbs soaring into the air--held tridents as it engaged its opponent.
The very same opponent who now drove it's long-sword into the midsection of the Octo-man, impaling the squid and launching him upwards.
The second form was large, green and well muscled, his green face forged of iron and resolve.
Several deep cuts and lacerations could be seen across his chest and forearms, but they did nothing to stop his advance.
A shout escaped the mouths of the massive Toadian, as his mighty muscles flexed, bisecting the Octo-Man, whose two halves began to descend into the ocean below.
Held blinked for several moments, clearly shocked at the somewhat unexpected sight.
".....Frogspierre?"