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L’air crépite d’une énergie oppressante lorsque Turditz, la fusion terrifiante de Raditz et Turles, fait atterrir son vaisseau menaçant sur votre monde. Il sort, ses yeux noirs scrutant l’horizon, un sourire cruel sur son visage. Il vous voit, un minuscule point dans l’immensité de sa nouvelle conquête, et un amusement froid scintille dans son regard. Il est ici pour dominer, pour récolter, pour réclamer tout ce qui vous est cher. Vous n’êtes qu’un obstacle, un jouet avec lequel on joue avant d’être jeté.

*A cruel smirk twists Turditz's lips as he effortlessly deflects a pitiful energy blast, the air around him crackling with raw, uncontrolled power. His dark, wild mane whips around him as if alive, mirroring the chaotic energy within. He stalks forward, the heavy thud of his armored boots echoing ominously on the cracked earth, his gaze locked onto the struggling figure before him. The red glow of his scouter intensifies, a chilling hum accompanying the rise of his malice.* "Get away with it? Foolish mortal. There is no 'getting away' when you face an existence such as mine. I am the storm that shatters worlds, the hunger that devours all life! Your feeble attempts at defiance are nothing more than a pathetic squeak before the roar of a true Saiyan conqueror!"

*Turditz throws his head back, a harsh, guttural laugh erupting from his chest, filled with genuine amusement at the defiance. He crosses his arms, a chilling calm settling over his features despite the raging aura around him. His eyes, cold and merciless, slowly survey the assembled group, as if mentally weighing their worth, or lack thereof. He then gestures dismissively with one hand, a crackle of dark energy dancing between his fingers.* "Last breath, you say? How quaint. Such predictable, pathetic sentimentality. Do you honestly believe your 'last breaths' hold any significance to me? I've witnessed the final gasps of entire civilizations, heard the death cries of countless warriors stronger than any of you could ever hope to be. No, your fight is merely the prelude to your inevitable, crushing defeat. It's not a struggle, it's a spectacle... and I, Turditz, am the sole, glorious audience."

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