The otherworlder that was still presently flying in the air as all these other events occurred would look around as the area became dark and the sight of the army faded, as well as the strength of the beam. "Ha!" He laughed confidently, "Cheap tricks won't save you here!" There were a lot of energy readings around them, many of variable strength and frequency, each of which the otherworlder was able to pick up on, even through the darkness that was covering the field. He felt the Tension and what seemed like the increasing of gravity, but neither effected him more than making him feel stronger. "But maybe some Dirty Fireworks might brighten up your life!" Without hesitation, in that same fraction of a second, the man's arm was up and aimed toward the other man that appeared in a crystalline spark, already readied with the index and middle fingers pointed straight at his chest.

Immediately after the focus on the target, there would be an explosion that would happen both around and within him just for being in the direction of where the otherworlder aimed. It would happen just as quickly as the last attack before, and in no time flat, the man's form should have been completely blown to bits, something like dirty fireworks, with confetti bits falling from out of the sky.

One of the vagabond streetgoer residents of Valparaiso, Terumi, who had recently been inducted into the Forbidden Hotel in order to pay off a debt, followed his own tension from the Dark Wolf that he'd been tailing -- just like before -- and felt many urges, all of which caused them to pull at each other every which way. This irritated him, because there were too many things happening and too many thoughts from not having a single thing to think about or focus on.

"Pissed." He tripped a bit, becoming immediately more pissed.

Fortunately, there was something going on outside that he was going to take out his frustrations on, since, once again, they wouldn't be taken out on sex, like they were supposed to. He clenched his fists as he made his way to the Warrior's Wasteland, where he first started out. That's where this wolf was taking him, or whatever.

Meanwhile, ignoring the straggler just bumbling his way into the fray...

"Oops," Overlord Tensei said, flickering away from the two fingers just as they were placed up to his chest.

A bolt of lightning shot from the sky and struck Terumi with the Crystal Spark. Immediately, he would be charged with the essence of the power of lightning, which would intensify and amplify all of his strength to match with Overlord Tensei's. All the while, he would be glowing with a crystal aura and all of his electricity would become purified just from contact. All his wavelengths would become clean, and they would balance out all of the others that weren't in harmony for Overlord Tensei. Basically, a 'Fusion Dance' that's instantaneous. This was the 'Dark Wolf' that Terumi was following, known as 'Tsao.'

"No dirty fireworks for you, bro." The sound of the voice and the glare of Overlord Tensei flickered before the otherworlder's face as an afterimage of what happened as soon as he turned around and made eye contact, long after it had been done and before he realized it. The darkness was very blinding, as was the light.

"Lord Tsao."

The rising 'Tension' drew down a greater pressure, like fingers on a grape. It seemed like it was about to burst, and the static charge kept everything compact. It felt like everything was a danger zone, or a potential hazard.

The more lightning struck down, the more Terumi would be charged with sensations that would resuscitate his shattered memories with primal instinct alone. He would restore his feelings from the time he knew the things he did, which rejuvenated his mind with the light of the sensations, themselves. Immediately, when he remembered, he was brought to his true form with his full memory, as 'Tsao, the King Keaton.' The Dark Wolf he followed restored his memories once he was back on the correct path and took them away when he wasn't.

"You'd Better Pray To Christ God ALMIGHTY," Tsao started to say once he got his physical body back in his possession, and his Vessel was Conscious again, "Cuz all these random fuck ups are making me a little TENSE, you see." A crystalline light poured from his eyes, and many bolts of lightning shot from the sky in a symphony of flashes. Distorted blurred images of Tsao appeared all around. "And I just got off punishment."

Terumi, at this point, should have remembered his father, of whom he was rebelling against in the first place, which was why he was in Valparaiso, and also only something Tsao knows.

"What the hell?" All sorts of strange things were happening all around; none of the images could be told apart by the otherworlder. "Which one is the real one?" He only saw the flash of the eyes and then many other energy readings in the area going up and down and off the charts, which brought him a certain level of his own tension that was of pure anticipation for a fight.

"You're better than I expected, but this is nothing!" He laughed again, still ever smirking, "And before you throw a little tantrum, I'll show you power you could only DREAM of." Immediately, the Otherworlder began to power up, and a golden aura burst from around his body. "I bet you've never even had a whiff of true power. Not the power of a Super Saiyan, or even of a God, or God Super Saiyan, which was literally unheard of." His jet black hair shot up and became golden as well, and in a flickering flash, the otherworldly man disappeared.

In a split second, there was a punch coming at every one of the split images, and in a different direction aimed at each point of the body. Naturally, after even one connect, a flurry of other punches and kicks would already be in motion at just the same speed as the first one.

Now, with the rising pressure, the earth actually began to tremble, and cracks appeared in the ground, as did powerful craters from the buildup of energy on both ends. This pressure exerted by the powerful forces, including the planet's own tension, shook the planet like a snow globe in hand. This caused a visual distortion from nothing being a stable image whilst the planet, as a whole, was in a sort of high speed motion, such as a powerful vibration. Nothing could be seen clearly.

At the sight of a struggle during the first eye contact made, the afterimages that were left behind would dodge and disappear each in a different manner matching up with whatever sort of blow was thrown at them at the time they were being engaged, not getting hit and also not leaving an image behind.

On reflex, the single image that was left behind that had an opening that linked up in synchronized timing with the otherworlder would strike back with a vigorous burst of energy like the flying of a fist toward a face, with an impact something of the sort, yet as pinpoint and exact as lightning. What missed his head would leave behind a concussive force like that of the same number of blows thrown during the fistfight, with a lingering paralysis from the startling fear of near sudden death so instantly.

The bolt of lightning hit the ground and upon impact, his body formed and the streaks of lightning left in his wake became his hair, which he promptly scratched and swirled, as if thinking about something. "Hm... Something's not right..." The more he thought about it, and knowing that something wasn't correct, the more wildly his fingers wriggled throughout his locks of gold. "Is this what it's like for someone to go against me? This feels uncomfortable." He should be trying to have fun, or something, not be fighting for his life or the lives of others. That wasn't happening. "... But... What's that soul worth, though...?" Maybe he could get a reading on it. His eyes flashed and immediately, after having seen into the consciousness of his opponent, would begin to calculate what his next moves were based off of how he was as a person, alone. "Soul Notation."

The second he moved was the instant that Tsao would burst through the otherworlder's heart and/or soul, having ripped it from out of his chest as a streak of lightning and carrying it between his streaking fangs like a feral wolf head, likely killing him on the spot if he didn't know how to counter.

Everywhere that the otherworlder was not thinking about, which was cast in a mental darkness of blindness that was beyond his conscious focus, would have a gaping void like the pit of a stomach overcast, like a large mouth overshadowing him everywhere he couldn't see nor think of, and remain in that pocket of his unconsciousness for as long as possible. Yet, behind the otherworlder, ever in the back of his head would be the view of the Dollhouse that he saw when the Owner revealed what was under his cloak. That blindness was burned into his head and this was the image it took, and would follow him like a haunting memory, even if he tried to deny it. Every so often, he would be able to hear the faint chanting, "Dolly~, Dolly~, Dolly~" going on in the background in the singsonging fashion of a little girl teasing him. The mouth opened and closed around him like a blinking eye, and the otherworlder ever encased by the sound of the voice and in the sights of the darkness.

"Whuh... Did he just... Turn into a Super Saiyan on the spot?" The otherworlder, Vegeta, who was the Saiyan Prince, was actually dumbfounded to find out that this person could achieve that level of power on the spot. It took Vegeta many years to do that, even in his youth. The lightning bolt truly did just breeze by his head, and so did a great many other things, unconsciously.

"Well, that's nothing!" he finally said, immediately powering up to his highest power level. "There's still no way you'll defeat this form. I don't care WHAT universe you came from. NOTHING is stronger than a Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan!" Somehow, something that was only a legend is now something that was once completely unheard of among any realm, including the Saiyans' own.

The aura itself prevented any power signatures or wavelengths that were not the aura of the Saiyan himself to permeate the power output. Lightning couldn't pierce through it, or even come close.

Vegeta continued to chuckle arrogantly, knowing now that the battle was over.

"Holy--" Tsao cried, as his bolt of lightning as he, himself, was diverted just from the aura alone. "Those emanations are off the charts..." He, as a streak of lightning, was altered from his course and now could not touch the 'Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan' just as he was. The lightning arced around the edge of the emanation of the presence, unable to permeate. "At least that means that soul is worth a hefty price," he said, finally striking back down to the ground. "I might actually need to use a technique on you." Knowing also that the darkness that surrounded the Otherworlder was also Tsao's rival, he would have to think about how he could prevent it from stealing his kill.

With every emanation that radiated from the overwhelming power of the Otherworlder, Tsao, who was now on the ground, would resonate and match these wavelengths, causing his own coloration to shift to match those of the one that was emanating. The lightning yellow that was around his body would become a vibrant neon blue, and his hair, which was atuned to these frequencies, would shift to the same coloration of the Otherworlder. His eyes flashed open and instantaneously, he appeared right in the face of the Otherworlder, swiping at him with the speed of whatever was the same as the potential of the Otherworlder, himself. "GOTCHA BITCH!" The flickering stream of electricity looked like bluish-white lightning in the form of a wolf claw, and striking in a rapid fire that looked like a series of nearly invisible, highly intense surges of streaks of lightning, thousands of volts at a time.

In the shadow of everything that was dimmed by the bright lights of the two opposing forces would a globe of darkness and a visual of fire become present in the umbra and penumbra. Many Valparaiso Denizens could be seen from the Darkness rather clearly, about to be swallowed up by fire and demons with no way to return. This projection would be all around the arena, and would remain so long as there was Darkness over the entire field. It was all for the Otherworlder to witness for himself; all the things that lie on the other side of the life in the Veritas; death and hell. It was like a cage match that the darkness could not enter, but shouldsoever anyone's lights go dim, the darkness would fold in upon the two, along with whatever was within the projection of the shadows at the time. The fire became that much hotter every time the bright light protecting the two opponents drew dimmer.

Once Vegeta saw that his own power level was nigh instantaneously matched threw him off for a moment, yet still enough time for him to dodge slightly from the first oncoming blow he instinctively felt coming at him. It was like reacting to his own reflex, since the electric blows would be striking him would feel like his own natural instincts. Any strike thrown at him could be easily evaded, even if he'd gotten the jump of Vegeta in the first place. "You're ACTUALLY a threat, huh?" Vegeta continued to chuckle. "Cute."

Instantaneously, Vegeta would begin to parry each of the blows he knew were coming at him and also began to hurl his own high speed punches. Mixing up with an elbow and/or an overhead. To dispel all of the energy in the area, he eventually released a powerful surge of Ki from himself that neutralized all of the area in a destructive explosion of his own energy. Tsao should have been forced out of range or dead from being neutralized whilst in that state.