Quoted By:
Your first thought is one you act upon instantly, recognizing that Piccolo needs help. You rush towards his side immediately, hand untying the simple leather sack you keep your collection of Fairy Dust in from your belt. Standing over him, you retrieve a fistful of the wound-sealing powder and shout "Don't breathe this in!" As a word of warning to your green friend. You toss it over him with gusto, the shimmering dust settling into his body and disappearing as it starts to seal up his wounds...actually, it's sealing them MUCH faster than it does with you and everyone else you've used it on. A boon as far as you're concerned, although you have a sneaking suspicion it might prove beneficial for someone else as well.
Glancing back over your shoulder at the lingering shade of Piccolo's malice, you bear witness to the gaping hole that Piccolo shot into its wavering form starting to seal up just as rapidly as Piccolo's own wounds. The cause is quite clear to you, and your eyes open wide in a sudden panic. "Piccolo, it's linked to you! Any damage it takes will reflect back on to you!" You exclaim to the horror of almost everyone else present. Barbar's grip on his blade slackens as he grows unsure of the right course of action, Azalea's light flickers rapidly in a bit of a panic, Kami watches the proceedings with a stony and unreadable expression, while Harum actually seems to have an idea.
"Then we need to trap it somehow!" Your monkey friend says.
"Damn it! Will I truly never be free of my evil nature?!" Piccolo laments angrily, slamming his fist on the tiles below and cracking several of them. He pulls himself up from the ground, staring down at the shade of his own making with a cold fury in his eyes.
You don't linger for much longer - Harum had the right idea, and you have exactly the tool for the job you think. You practically fling yourself towards the dormitories of the Lookout, peeling up several tiles in your mad dash towards your room in particular. In the blink of an eye, you're inside the room, having thrown open the door haphazardly. Your gaze sweeps across the somewhat disorderly room before it lands on exactly what you wanted to find: the Trap you bought off of Dude a few years back. You're quick yet careful to liberate it from the small amount of laundry that had miraculously found its way atop it, and in another blink you've sprinted back to the Lookout's landing.
You're not entirely certain what you expected to see when you came back, but it certainly wasn't Piccolo's body being forced into the ground so intensely by an invisible force that he leaves a clear dent. The Shade's arms are outstretched as it makes its telekinetic retaliation, clearly intended to buy itself some time in a way that doesn't bring harm to either of them. Worse yet, you can see that the Shade's form is starting to become more defined with each second that passes, translucent darkness giving way to slightly more opaque colors...including green.
