"Being angry and a new transformation won't change the outcome," Vegeta said, forcing confidence into his voice despite the pain radiating through his body.
Shadows gathered around him, coiling like serpents ready to strike. "You think rage makes you stronger? I've seen it a thousand times. Berserker monsters who think fury equals power."
He formed two massive shadow blades in his hands, the dark weapons crackling with energy. "They all die the same way. Exhausted. Broken. Begging."
Satou didn't respond. Didn't move. Didn't even blink. He simply stood there, his body radiating that terrible crimson aura, his breathing steady despite the transformation ravaging his body.
"Not talking anymore?" Vegeta sneered, taking a combat stance. "Good. I prefer my victims silent anyway. Makes it easier to focus on the killing."
