>>6329664“Meloka, you've got this. I know you do.” you say quietly, sitting down cross-legged as you take the same position you took week after week training with Freeza for that year. Feeling your wife's power surge further, hearing her clashing against the mighty Jiren solo. Taking a deep, calming breath as you close your eyes. Letting your Berserker Soul fully rage, bringing its power to the forefront as you dig deep for over a minute. But as you're enveloped by the fiery rage, the white-hot anger, dig deeper. Going beyond the rampaging fury, you begin to tap into the icy rage. The quiet fury at the heart of the Berserker Soul, and as you envelop yourself in that power once more, you feel your rage shatter. And a terrible, cold power to replace that fiery wrath. And you once more awaken your Supreme Instinct.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qbb5KHYMigOpening your eyes, standing up to your feet, you feel every eye in the arena on you. Even those of the deities above, but those puny gods are below your notice right now. As you turn your head, finding the bald Grey, who's currently got your wife held up by the gi in his left, right drawn back. And without a word, without a thought your body's already on the move. Closing the distance between yourself and Jiren before you've even had the thought, right slamming square into his jaw. Sending Jiren flying, you gently catching your wife before she can drop.
“Karn...” she says as you don't take your eyes off Jiren, your icy glare fixed on him as he smashes through several piles of rubble before finally landing on his feet and sliding to a stop. “Woah.”
Turning to Meloka, seeing how battered she got fighting Jiren without you. Your brow twitching as you gently set her down beside you, jaw clenched tight.
“Ki-” cough “Kick his ass.” your wife gasps out, you giving her a nod as you turn back to Jiren, who's chest is still heaving as he tries to rally his breath.
“So, you've been holding back.” he says, clenching his fists. “It doesn't matter! Your might still doesn't compare to my own.”
But you don't reply, looking down on him from the rubble you're standing atop. Focusing all your icy rage on Jiren, on what he did to your wife. Forging the wild, hot fires of wrath into a focused, hard, icy wrath. You're going to hurt him.
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