Review Responses:
To Ushindi: To answer your questions…
1. I like the Masenko, Dragon Fist, Hellzone Gernade, Kamehameha, Soul Punisher, and Galick Gun.
2. I have no opinion of the other universes because I haven't really focused on anything outside of Universe 7.
3. Autonomous Ultra Instinct is an interesting concept on its own and it is a shame that it basically became another transformation for Goku with ridiculous powers stacked on top of it. I do wonder how Ultra Ego will be handled in the future.
4. Make no mistake, Kaioshin, or the Supreme Kai, will make an appearance. But not until after this arc. He and Kibito are still relevant to this story and Gohan's growth.
To AlphaShenron: I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far. Please feel free to ask questions, make comments, and suggest any ideas you have. It's always appreciated.
That's all for now, on with the show.
Last time on Dragon Ball Z: PRIMAL, Gohan took a trip to the Capsule Corporation as a field trip assigned by one of his teachers. Out of a wacky turn of events, Videl and the others soon learned that our hero is affiliated with the illustrious Bulma Briefs. Things turned hectic when the new threat to the planet arrived and attacked West City in search of the Saiyan who defeated Frieza all those years ago on the Old planet Namek. And after hearing the ultimatum, Gohan revealed his identity to Videl and flew to combat the galactic invaders. What will come of this new development? Is Gohan strong enough to ward off this monster? Find out, now!
-Flashback, West City Plaza, An Hour And Thirty Minutes Prior-
In the busy streets of West City, activities seemed normal. The capsule cars drove about to their respective destinations, the pedestrians crossed the and walked on the sidewalks, and the locals shopped, conversed with each other, and visited shops and businesses that were a part of everyday life.
All was well… until it wasn't.
From the sky descended a large saucer-shaped spaceship in the middle of the plaza next to the city fountain.
A large crowd of people gathered to witness the unbelievable marvel they were gazing at.
"Holy shit!"
"Are you seeing this?!"
"It's a spaceship! A spaceship landed here!"
"Man, this feels like what happened in East City twelve years ago!"
Once the spacecraft settled, a mechanism activated, lowering the opening of the ship along with the formation of stairs. From there dozens of large robots came into view.
They all appeared to possess the same design. Each robot shared a mostly white core scheme coupled with a bit of blue and gray. As previously stated, they were large in size, at least twice as tall as Piccolo in height. The machines possessed heavily armored bodies for sturdiness, large torsos with elongated shoulder plates, small heads with one large, red-eye, long arms with shifting appendages for combat, as well as feet that can be used to simply walk or skid across the ground.
Nervous whispers repeated among the crowd as sounds of sirens approached the area. From there at least five to twelve police cars arrived on the scene and could only watch in awe and fear while at least fifty to two hundred of these robots marched and formed an assembly like an army. At this point, the News team of ZTV arrived in a van while a helicopter was above the plaza.
After that, three armored alien men emerged from the vehicle.
They were Doore, Neizu, and Salza.
Salsa, being the leader of the Armored Squadron, flew down from the steps and landed in front of the Robot Soldiers.
"Eenhahbeetahnts of plahnet earth, your wahrld iz now undair ze jureesdeection of ze mighty Coolair empire!" Salza announced.
Floating upward near Salza, Doore spoke, "If you blokes try to make 'hings difficul'...well, we migh' 'ave to ge' our mitts dir'y. No' that I mind i', 'hough. Da thrill is a big 'urn on."
The masses shuddered at the green skinned muscle-headed alien's threat. Neizu cackled at Doore's enthusiasm while Salza simply groaned.
The chief of Police of West City came out of the car with a large microphone.
"Unidentified extraterrestrials, the people of Earth will not tolerate unwanted intruders. Return your machines, get back in your spacecraft and return where you came from or–"
A young officer too freaked out about the idea of speaking to invaders, stood up from his car and screamed.
"SCREW THIS SHIT, GO TO HELL YOU SPACE FREAK!"
Failing to listen to the chief's protest, the young officer took out an assault rifle he had from one of his previous busts and shot a round at Salza…
...Only for the bullets to be cut up by Salza emitting ki on his right hand and using it as a blade.
The Earthlings, including the young policeman and the force stammered in feat from sight as Salza and the Armored Squadron grinned menacingly.
"D-Did you see that!?"
"How is this even possible?! People can't cut bullets with their hands!"
"This has to be a trick! They're just like those Golden Warriors and that Saiyaman guy!"
"Yeah! Mr. Satan warned us about this!"
"Get out of here, you fucking tricksters! Fakers!"
Neizu turned to Salza, speaking incoherent gibberish that translated to "These weaklings are dumb as shit".
Salza nodded, responding by saying, "Zat zey ahre, Neizu. Doore, proceed to–"
But before Salza could give a command, a violet laser was shot directly from the spaceship, not only piercing through the young officer, but incinerated his partner in their car that exploded from the laser.
Oddly enough, the shock and fear out of the sudden deaths of the officers had rendered the gathered crowd silent. The Armored Squadron knew where the beam came from as they moved apart like the Robot Soldiers, allowing room for the last person to arrive.
Burning red eyes came from the shade of the ship. From there, Cooler floated away from his ship and landed on the ground as he walked at the center path his forces made.
Smirking, Cooler spoke, saying "Why are you speechless? Were you not entertained by my supposed "trick"? I only made two bodies vanish."
Salza, Doore, and Neizu all approached Cooler in a humble bow. Cooler nodded in acknowledgement, allowing them to ride.
"Salza."
The turquoise-skinned alien turned to his leader, "Yes, my lahrd?"
"I'm going to split the units in threes. You take a third and take to the east of the city. Have Doore north, and Neizu take south. Meanwhile, broadcast this message I'm about to send." Cooler instructs. "I'm sure that the monkeys won't like their territory up in smoke and debris. And remember, those weaklings who foolishly resist are free game."
Nodding, Salza pressed a button on his scooter as he gave out Cooler's orders, dispersing the Armored Squadron and the Robot Soldiers all throughout West City.
From there, Cooler levitated while his voice echoed loudly enough for the crowd and news to hear.
"Greetings, people of Planet-4032-877. Your world has been selected to be examined by the strongest being in the universe. I dare you, send out your world's finest warriors. They will represent your worthiness to exist. Failure to comply with my demands will result in your planet's immediate annihilation. My location will be in the center of the city. You have three hours, use them wisely." The lizard alien challenged before cutting the broadcast.
Just then, fighter planes came out of the blue in an attempt to kill Cooler.
'Hm… Let's see if I can beat my old score. A hundred million is an impressively hefty body count.'
Pointing his left index finger. Cooler started casually sniping the aircraft's wings, sending them crashing into the tall buildings, creating a fiery chain of explosions.
The chief grunted as he ducked behind the car. The man watched as all hell began to break loose on the city. One of his subordinates, who was right next to him, grabbed his attention.
"Sir," The young woman said. "Sir, are you okay?"
The chief heavily breathed, but replied, "I...I don't know. This is insane. Out of all my years of service to the city, I never thought I'd be out here witnessing a robot-alien invasion. Damn it, I should have retired and moved to South City when I had the chance!"
"What are we going to do? That thing just declared a hostile takeover!" The woman cried.
The chief of police drew out his capsule phone and started to dial up Mr. Satan's number, stating, "We need the World Champ for this one. If there is anybody who can save us, it's him."
-Meanwhile, at Satan Mansion in Hercule City-
Ring! Ring! Ring!
It was hectic, much like the sound of his house phone. For the last forty-five minutes, the supposed savior of the world had been locked away in his own private bunker under his mansion long since cracked under the pressure of his own lies which took the forefront once Cooler's ultimatum went live.
The martial artist must have ingested at least twelve cans of Heatap based on them being on the floor.
"What am I gonna do? West City needs me. I lucked out on that darn Cell fiasco... b-but I can't fight an entire robot alien army!" Hercule wept, with his knees tucked in a fetal position.
He then took out his wallet and gazed at an old family picture of Michelle, Videl, and himself back to when times were simpler.
'Shit… is this charade worth it? Is this true success? Everything that I have accomplished up to this point feels like a deep ditch to me. But back then, I had my beloved wife, and I was close to my sweet pea. Now...it's just fake. And everything is crashing down.'
Tears started to cascade from his face as he held onto the picture close to his chest.
"Michelle, I'm sorry," He apologized to his deceased wife. "Videl...I failed you, baby girl. Please, forgive me."
Mr. Satan wept as he put the picture away and got on his knees as he prayed out loud.
"Kami-sama. I know I've been a despicable and selfish man, but please spare my baby. Please! Videl is all I really have! Keep her safe!"
-Flashback Over-
Capsule Corporation, West City, Age 774
Videl stood at the window by the emergency exit door silently with her jaw wide open, watching her friend as the Great Saiyaman/Ziam flew toward the direction of the plaza in a white burning aura surrounding him. She couldn't believe it.
The crime fighter always possessed a sharp mind and a keen eye for details. Ever since she's met Son Gohan, there was a layer of mystery that shrouded him. It piqued her curiosity.
Gohan interested her.
Sure, the evidence that connected the Son boy with the Great Saiyaman was pretty solid given that he's the son of martial arts legend and innovator, Son Goku, a man who was shown to defy logic and physics with his insane techniques that Saiyaman shared.
Despite that, Gohan and Saiyaman seemed to be two different individuals. Gohan was meek, goofy, friendly, and soft spoken. Saiyaman, or Ziam appeared to be calm, confident, vigilant, stern, and respectful.
To completely separate individuals.
And yet, she knew there was an underlying connection between the both of them.
Both of them gave her the same kind of gentleness; the same kind of restraint.
Though, she never would have imagined that the conclusion of her investigation resulted in Gohan confirming her suspicions and abruptly taking to the skies to confront the immediate threat to the planet.
'...I can't believe it…' Videl mentally gasped. '...This whole time, Saiyaman is Gohan. The same guy who taught me how to fly, who taught me how to use energy...'
Still trying to fathom what the revelation meant, Videl remained unmoving until a hand shook her shoulder.
"-del. Videl! Snap out of it!"
Videl whipped her head about to see Erasa, Sharpner, and Bulma standing behind her.
"Snap out of it, Snap out of it?!" The pig-tailed girl shouted. "Our classmate that we've been hanging out with since April is the same vigilante I've been tailing since day one, and took off to fight a literally fucking alien army! How do you expect me to calm down!?"
"Hey, we're still wrapping our heads around things, too. But you gotta calm down. Brains probably have a plan that can help Mr. Satan take out these freaky aliens." Sharpner reasoned, trying to de-escalate the situation.
Videl narrowed her eyes at her two friends upon realizing what was going on between them.
"...How long?"
"W-What do you mean, Vi?" Erasa grinned nervously, flinching at the dangerous look Videl shot both of them with.
"Don't start playing mind games with me!" She growled. "How long have the two of you known Gohan was Saiyaman?"
Swallowing hard, Sharpner responded by saying, "S-Since the Hotel Incident! We followed him up to the r-roof and saw him change! He convinced us not to tell you until he was r-ready! I swear!"
Taking a step forward, Erasa tried reaching Videl with her words.
"Vi, Gohan was trying to protect his family and their privacy! He doesn't want attention or publicity, and he was afraid that you were going to exploit that because he thought that you hated him or you were going to fear him! He just wants to fit into society!"
Videl gritted her teeth and averted her eyes to the ground with her fists clenched.
"UGH, Kami! How dense can a guy like him get? I don't hate that idiot! And I wouldn't do that to any of my friends!" Videl said, shaking her head in denial. "If anything, I'm afraid that he might not make it back alive! Saiyaman or not, he's not invincible!"
Before things could escalate, Bulma stepped in to calm her down.
"Look, Videl. I understand where you are coming from. Believe me, I do. But Gohan-kun can take care of himself. Stuff like this isn't new exactly to him. It's best if you let him handle it." Bulma explained, shocking the other three teens in the process.
Videl glanced at Bulma as if she was mental.
"Let him handle it!? Are you out of your mind, lady!? I'm not going to sit back and watch Gohan die!"
"And what are you going to do about it, huh? Jump in and get incinerated?" Bulma opposed, taking Videl aback and scaring the other two high school seniors. "In case you haven't noticed, this isn't a run-of-the-mill hold a store hostage! This is a galactic conqueror! I'm pretty sure Mr. Satan doesn't have any experience dealing with the likes of this freak show… but Gohan does. And throwing away your life will not help him or anybody else in the long run."
"But there's got to be something I can do, Bulma!" Screamed Videl, with drops of tears threatening to pour from her determined baby blue eyes. "I know I haven't been easy on him or been as nice to him but Gohan's still my friend! Let me help him out like he's done for me! Please!"
Sharpner and Erasa looked at the trembling raven-haired girl with sympathy in their eyes. Erasa, in particular, had thoughts going through her head about the matter.
'...I never thought I'd see Videl expressing herself like this. Gohan must really mean a lot to her.' Erasa concluded.
Bulma sighed at this. As much as she wanted to squeal in joy at Gohan getting a girl interested in him, Bulma knew that there were pressing matters to attend to.
"I see...alright, fine. There's a way for you to help Gohan-kun." Bulma revealed.
All three teenagers glanced at Bulma in shock. Videl more so than the others.
She asked, "There is?"
Smiling, the genius turned around and made a "follow me" gesture with her left hand.
"Let's take a step into my personal lab we wait for the others. It serves as a command center of sorts."
Videl nodded before turning to Erasa and Sharpner.
"You guys don't have to come if you don't want to. This will be majorly intense." Videl offered.
Sharpner and Erasa looked at each other for a good fifteen seconds before they replied respectively.
"Just throwing it out there, I still think this whole thing is all crazy," Sharpner responded. "But I'd be crazier to leave you out here alone. I'm not going anywhere."
Erasa replied, saying, "...I may not know how to fight, but I'll try to totally support the best way I can. Anything for you and Son-kun."
Videl smiled, thanking the both of them.
Bulma couldn't help but grin as she thought back to her own adventures with Goku, Krillin, and Yamcha.
'Well, would you look at that, Son-kun. You kids got a knack for making all kinds of good friends. The apple doesn't fall far from the same tree.'
Looking forward, Bulma took them to her main lab.
West City Plaza, West City, Age 774
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
BOOM!
Chunks of scrap metal flew scattered across the skies from a familiar dark-colored blur surrounded by a white aura.
This was Son Gohan, who currently was donning the Great Saiyaman/Ziam persona.
Although focused on tracking the largest Battle Power, the half-Saiyan bore witness to the carnage that the Robot Soldiers lashed out at. Buildings were being demolished, vehicles were crushed, and people were being vaporized by the laser and bullets of the linking machines.
'That does it!'
Stopping for a moment, Gohan leaked out energy while outstretching his hands and began eradicating with a barrage of blue ki-blasts. The blasts managed to destroy at least twenty-five of them.
"There," Gohan said, somewhat satisfied while landing on one of the tall buildings at the plaza. "That should do it."
Suddenly, a violet beam was fired at Gohan, who slapped it, sending it skywards.
Looking at the color of the beam, Gohan began to have flashbacks of his adventures on the original Planet Namek. From there, he recalled the time when Piccolo was shot by the exact same attack.
'That blast! I-It can't be!'
"Well, color me surprised. It's been ages since I've seen a person deflect one of my attacks. It's good to see that I've got your attention."
Turning around, Gohan's eyes dilated at the sight of Cooler.
"...Hello, monkey." The space conqueror greeted me in a calm and cold manner.
"Frieza…!" Exclaimed Gohan. "How are you alive!?"
Cooler's eyes narrowed dangerously as he said, "Do not compare me to that haughty spoiled brat! I am the true emperor of the galaxy. I am Cooler."
"Cooler...? I never heard of you before." Gohan said, shaking his head.
"Of course you haven't," Cooler scoffed. "I was disinherited and banished to the Southern Quadrant at an early age by that bastard father of mine in favor of that little wretch of a brother."
"You're Frieza's…! ...I see. So I take it you're here to avenge your family?" Asked Gohan.
Cooler scoffed, saying, "Tch! Please, I hold no sentimental feelings for scum like them. This endeavor is another matter entirely. I purely seek to do business with the Saiyan who defeated my brother in battle on a planet full of those Namekian slugs. I believe his name was Son Goku."
Gohan frowned, thinking, 'Of course, he's looking for Dad. I'm starting to see why he chose to stay dead.'
"Too bad, my father fell in a battle seven years back. But I am safeguarding this planet in his place."
"Ah, I see," Cooler nodded, understanding the situation. "That is...unfortunate. I was curious by the power he used against Frieza."
'How does he know about the Super Saiyan transformation?' Gohan thought. 'Maybe Cooler's heard of the legend somehow...'
Cooler continued, "Though, since you're here, I suppose we can carry on with this endeavor. I don't do business with anybody, for they must be strong. Let's see if you are who you claim to be, monkey spawn of Goku."
As Cooler levitated from the building, Gohan did the same, saying, "Fine by me!"
Vanishing from plain sight, Gohan and Cooler took there in the ruins of the plaza while both utilizing Rapid Movement. After three shockwaves that demolished three buildings, the two reappeared on the streets.
Both threw a massive right kick that made contact with each other, sending a massive shockwave that sent debris flying all over. From there, flurries of punches were exchanged, with Cooler on the offensive. Gohan, playing defense, blocked using his forearms and knees.
'Holy–! He wasn't kidding! This guy is not only leaps and bounds stronger than Frieza, but he's also ahead of Perfect Cell's Battle Power! And I can tell he's holding back! I better be extra careful with this one!' Gohan thought.
Gohan landed a clean uppercut to the jaw after stunning Cooler with a strong jab to the lower stomach. As a response, Cooler grabbed Gohan's right leg using his prehensile tail, started running fast to pick up speed, then launched Gohan forward as he chucked a violet Kienzan at the half-Saiyan.
Gohan regained footing as he promptly ducked and fired a blue ki-blast to destroy the Kienzan.
But before Gohan could react, Cooler sent the masked boy into a damaged building with a flying ki-infused kick.
"Is that all you got, monkey?" Cooler goaded, standing with his arms spread open in a familiar pose similar to his brother. "If it is, then your planet deserves nothing but complete total mass destruction."
Erupting from the rumble was Gohan, powering up with surging white ki as he screamed.
Gohan began to roar, flexing his base form's power while his white aura radiated around him.
"Don't count me out yet, Cooler! We're just getting started!" The masked warrior gritted.
Cooler thought to himself while getting in his stance, 'Interesting… he survived my assault alone. It seems that I have finally got a challenge yet. Let's see if he too possesses that legendary power.'
-Meanwhile, at the Capsule Corporation-
Bulma sat on a table while working on the schematics of a scrambler device using the leftover Saiyan technology she managed to salvage from Raditz's old Scouter.
Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa watched before an older but still youthful-looking blonde walked inside of the room.
"Bulma, sweetheart~! Your friends are here at the front desk~!" Mrs. Bikini "Panchy" Briefs called out in a sing-song kind of tone.
"Good! Send them in right away!"
The three high school students turned to Bulma with a curious gaze on their facial features.
"Friends?" Erasa asked.
Bulma winked, saying, "You'll see, just sit back and watch!"
After waiting a minute, Krillin, Lazuli (C-18), Piccolo, and another familiar person.
This guy wore a green baggy one-shoulder tank top, a pair of baggy green pants, red-and-green wristbands, black boots with yellow covers, and a red sash. A noticeable difference from the other people was that this man had a third eye on his forehead.
This was Tien (Tenshinhan), the master of the Crane School.
Krillin walked over to the blue-haired woman that met with her halfway, saying, "We got your message, Bulma. How's everything?"
"Thanks for coming, guys. The boys managed to take the class to one of the evacuation facilities underground. Sorry about calling at an inconvenient time."
C-18 responded with a casual wave, "It's not a problem. Krillin and I took little Marron to her uncle Lapis' house."
"Besides," Tien spoke, making his presence in the conversation known. "There are more pressing matters at hand."
While Erasa was slightly freaked out about Piccolo due to his green skin, Videl's jaw dropped at the sight of not one but two martial arts legends appearing in the room.
Sharpner was the first one to express this as he stood from his chair and said.
"YOU'RE IN LEAGUE KRILLIN AND TENSHINHAN!?" The long-haired blond screamed.
Embarrassed, Videl quickly pulled Sharpner back down and quietly told him to shut up in order to save face.
The group of adults then turned their attention to the three teenagers who were over at the table Bulma was working on.
Piccolo, not liking the fact that random children were getting involved in their business, gave the scientist a demanding glance. Knowing that stare in which Vegeta was notorious, Bulma responded accordingly.
"Hey! Don't look at me like that! They were adamant about helping out! And it's not like I can take them anywhere now since killer alien robots are wrecking the city!" Bulma retorted hotly, folding her arms.
Tien jumped in with his own piece, saying, "While it's appreciated and admirable, it doesn't really answer why they would want to be of help given how hazardous the enemy is out there."
C-18, being the observant one, recognized one of the kids as being Videl.
"Krillin, isn't that dark-haired girl with the pigtails the buffoon's kid?" She whispered to the short retired martial artist.
"Dende, you're right. That is her! But why would she be- Wait…!" The middle-aged monk said before pausing.
Krillin squinted in Videl's direction and immediately started connecting the dots. A mischievous smirk fell onto the short man's face.
'Oooo~ Looks like Gohan got cornered and got busted! And if I'm right about this, she's gonna be all over him by the end of this like white on rice! Hehehe!'
Speaking of the devil, Videl boldly answered, "Look, I don't care who you people are, or how strong you are! Gohan, the son of the same guy most of you guys have fought, is our friend, and we're not going to sit around and watch him get killed by some alien freakazoid! We're going to help him no matter what you people say, so deal with it!"
Outside of Bulma, Erasa, Sharpner, and C-18, who were smiling at Videl, the rest of the group flinched at the abrupt fierceness in the tone of the teenage girl. In the back of their mind, a certain frying pan-wielding housewife appeared, mentally making the comparison as they begrudgingly went along with it.
C-18 then stated, "What's the plan?"
Bulma then walked towards her large computer and typed a few keys, showing a screen split in fours.
"As you know, West City is currently under attack by an unknown bad guy. Using one of Capsule Corps' satellites, we can see what, or rather who exactly the mystery aliens are."
The first three screens showed Robot Soldiers that were laying waste to three districts of West City. Each of them were led by Neizu, Doore, and Salza respectively.
While everybody else was puzzled at the appearance of the Armored Squadron, Krillin and Piccolo glanced at each other, silently sharing the same memories of their days back on the old Planet Namek.
However, everybody turned their attention to Videl when she pointed out, "Look over here! It's Gohan! He's fighting somebody!"
With eyes shifting over to the fourth screen, a live recording of a slightly ragged and tattered clothed and masked Gohan appeared, exchanging blows with Cooler.
"Shit...!" Sharpner whispered, amazing at the strength and endurance his friend possessed. "Look at 'em go!"
"W-Wow, he sure is talented..." Erasa uttered, bewildered at what she was watching.
Watching the half-Saiyan engage in combat with the humanoid space lizard sent the daughter of Hercule's heart skyrocketing out of both fear and excitement.
...Not that she would admit that, of course.
It was during this time that Videl began to question her life, the truth regarding the Cell games, and her father. Ever since she was taught how to use ki, she had figured out the fact that most of the techniques that Goku used were present at the Cell Games. Things began to come together now that Gohan blatantly revealed himself as the Great Saiyaman. Her deduction of the Cell Games only grew stronger since mostly everybody in the group of adults arrived to help. This only made the girl frown at the thought of her father's case.
She had lied to her about ki attacks being tricks. Now she was being to doubt her father about the other things he claimed.
Including Hercule's "crowning achievement", for it was clear that she surpassed her father in strength and skill.
'Gohan…' The tomboy thought, 'Were you the one?'
Piccolo, though silent for the most part, instantly noticed the long tail and round head. He shouted.
"Wait! Stop here and take a look at the image!" The Namekian ordered with urgency in his voice.
From there, Bulma paused the video, then enhanced the resolution of the shot while zooming the camera toward the enemy unbeknownst to most of the gang.
Though terror fell on Krillin and Piccolo's entire beings as the image of Cooler was being compared to another similar being whose name escaped their throats.
"...F-FRIEZA!?" Piccolo and Krillin both shouted simultaneously.
To Be Continued…
With Bulma and the gang coming into an understanding of how dire the situation is, the Dragon Team starts to prepare a plan to put an end to the mechanical madness that is the Big Gete Robot Soldiers. But will Gohan and the rest of the Dragon Team be able to beat the Armored Squadron and will their combined efforts be enough to put Cooler down for good? Find out next time on Dragon Ball Z: PRIMAL!
Author's Note: I'm getting busier in the next two weeks due to midterms in college, so part two of this Cooler arc will be posted later. If you have questions, comments, suggestions, or concerns, leave them in the comments or PM me.
I apologize if Videl, Sharpner, and Erasa seem stagnant at the moment. I promise you, they will have better-suited roles to have as the story goes on. The only real issue I having is what to do with Erasa given that she
does have anything helpful to work with. Any ideas you have for her, leave them down in the comments. But mind you, she is not going to be a fighter.
Anyway, I gotta go. See you later!
-DarkShadowGames451