|| continued from…@kaxcshxn.
♛ | He watches the Kai attempt to stand, stagger, and then right himself. As is expected, in seeing the man suffer, the redeemed and changed Frieza feels an uncomfortably unfamiliar pang of pity—and when Shin nearly falls once more, the emperor’s thick tail is pressed against his leg to provide support.
“You would be wise to survey your opponent more thoroughly, my dear Kai. Without caution, you may be caught in a fatal situation, that which you cannot escape. I of course, speak from experience.” The fingers that are situated comfortably on his hip are dug into the black fabric of his torn leggings, profuse, dark lashes in turn rested on round cheeks as he emits a soft sigh. “Do not forget: your survival is mandatory for the sake of our universe. Should you perish, Beerus will, as well. I presume you are cognizant of the consequences pertaining to such unfavorable circumstances.”
Some scratches litter his pallid flesh, crusted purple clinging to said lacerations. While Shin is in far worse condition, Frieza cannot help but feel repulsed that he himself has been bestowed even this caliber of damage. A touch selfish, as always.
He turns to the being still rampaging about the city, and bares those sharp fangs of his subconsciously.
“Do not strain yourself further, now. I will take care of the brute posthaste. Then, you are in dire need of medical attention. No amount of bravado will mask that fact, I’m afraid,” Frieza murmurs, eyeing the god’s desperate attempts to mask his condition.