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Seeing the Shade pulling itself back out of the trap by turning more and more solid gives you a flash of inspiration. Although your first instinct to rush in and slam it back down, you hesitate for just a moment as a thought crosses your mind - would Piccolo resent you for taking charge of his mistake like that? A flash of guilt pangs at your heart, and so you instead look to piccolo with a serious expression.
"Piccolo, you have to make sure it doesn't escape! Drive it back down into the trap, so we can seal it away for now!" You yell out to him, fists clenched as you resist the urge and temptation to do it yourself.
"Right!" He exclaims back, dashing forward and grabbing hold of his counterpart's solidified wrists. Gritting his teeth, his muscles flex and bulge as he brings to bear as much force as he can manage, the shade's arms shaking as they struggle to maintain their hold. It looks like a stalemate for a few seconds, neither one making ground off the other, before the shade's arms suddenly do something you distinctly forgot about from your sparring sessions with Piccolo: They stretch and bend an impossible amount, acting like a boneless noodle more than an arm!
Piccolo stumbles forward, taken completely off-guard by the sudden change, which the shade doesn't even hesitate to take advantage of. One of its arms wraps itself around Piccolo's neck and torso multiple times, tugging on him harshly to try to pull him into the trap instead of itself. Piccolo's first instinct, understandably enough, is to grasp the sides of the trap to try to prevent this from happening - an act that plays entirely into the Shade's hand, since it can now leverage both Piccolo's and its own strength to pry itself free of the trap's pull.
With a frantic and sharp tug, it flings itself from the trap's influence entirely while shoving Piccolo down towards it. Piccolo's head smashes against the metal almost harmlessly beyond a tiny scuff, while the Shade creates some distance between itself and everyone else by flying overhead. "No!" "Damn!" "Unbelievable!" The various warriors gathered call out, yourself included.
In the midst of everyone's disbelief, a laugh starts to ring out. It starts off low as a low chuckle, but grows steadily into a full-on boisterous cackling. The Shade's form fully solidifies before your eyes, your one chance to entrap him in etherial form now gone it seems. Flying above you all, arms crossed imperiously, is the form of Piccolo; his expression is one of sadistic glee, no doubt eager to spend his first moments of existence terrorizing others.
"Such a lovely welcoming party. Is this a surprise for my birthday? It is only fitting to pay tribute to this world's new King." The doppelganger taunts, grinning. This just got a whole lot more serious...
