Tarrok looked back and saw the saiyans coming from behind. Arcosian tech, energy siphons of some manufacture. Not exactly easy to come by after the collapse of the Planet Trade. Not exactly common even during the height of it, considering how paranoid the aliens were.<br/><br/>That they had two at all, that they could bear to use as a combat tool, was interesting. First thing it implied was exceptional resourcefulness to find them. Second was commitment to this attack, how desperate they were to succeed. Third was the kind of resources that must have been at their disposal. Something to think about later, after all the fighting.<br/><br/>Tarrok blasted up, outside their reach, leaving behind a single glowing ball. Almost immediately, it flashed bright, blinding those foolish enough to stay close. The saiyan rained down a volley of high powered blasts down on the staggered assailants. Then another blast of rushing air as he came back down.<br/><br/>The saiyan landed on the closest remaining enemy, accelerating hard. Hard enough the concrete under them splintered, cracked and flew. It had been a long time since Tarrok had fought to kill, to survive. Part of him might have been mollified that arena combat hadn't made him soft after all this time.