>>5468910"Freeza can have this one, as long as I get to do the honors on Milluki myself." you say to him, seeing him grinning maliciously. He then telepathically adds Freeza to the mental link, then addressing him as well.
“Well cousin? What say you?” Arctus asks him. “Karn says you can have this one, if he gets to do in the portly one himself.”
“Very well, I shall take the head of the Zoldyck snake myself.” Freeza says telepathically, confidently smirking at Arctus then glancing to you. But he doesn't address you directly, instead ending the mental link as Arctus speaks up.
“I choose Emperor Freeza, my cousin as my champion.” Arctus declares, clearly surprising Zeno Zoldyck and the rest of his family. Even the raven-haired one looks surprised, glancing aside to you as if he was expecting you to take on his family.
“I-I-I choose my grandfather, Zeno.” Milluka says, his grandfather sighing out.
“I accept. I shall battle for my son's innocence.” Zeno says, looking to Freeza. Who laughs.
“Oooohohohohoo. Very well. I, Lord Freeza, shall be the one who defeats the infamous assassin.” he says, clenching his fists and letting his golden aura blaze up wildly around himself.
“This contest needs rules.” King Cold says, his Stand releasing its gravity hold on the Zoldyck clan as he leans back, sitting into its opened hands. “First of which, our arena. I take it you all have a suitable location here on site for this conflict?”
“This roof will do.” Zeno replies, turning to his son Silva. You get the feeling they have a brief conversation, as the larger man nods once, then begins corralling his family towards the far corner of the roof. “This helicopter landing pad will be our stage. First to touch anything other than this roof, or their competitor loses. All force up to death is allowed, as we're battling for my foolish grandson's life.”
“Very well, I accept your terms. Use any technique you wish, assassin. But know that it all will pale before the glorious glow of Golden Freeza!” the emperor declares, taking his wide stance with his arms spread. But as he does, he reaches out to you telepathically. “Watch the rest of them. I wouldn't put it past these assassins to try and jump me while their patriarch holds my full attention.”
“Of course.” you reply, looking over to them all. Where you see Silva holding onto his rotund son's shoulder with a firm grip, probably ensuring he doesn't try escaping.
“No time limits, first to concede, touch down off of this roof, or die loses. Let the battle to decide the innocence or guilt of one Milluki Zoldyck BEGIN!”
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