Yangcong gave his case once more, but Rhapsody would hear none of it; she'd asked and demanded his surrender several times already, she'd attempted to help him see things from another perspective, but the old man was set in his ways. Strike after strike would land against him, disarming him, dismantling his equipment, until the man had nothing left within him. Her onslaught was successful, and the man had been pushed back to the same streets where Taiyo lay; rain trickled from above, washing away the blood that had accumulated upon Yangcong, and cooling Taiyos body as the silent atmosphere began to fill with ambiance.

Rhapsody would drop down from above, landing on the street several meters from Yangcong; the drops of rain beating off her keyblades with metallic tinks. With her every step, the sound of the metal upon her boots echoed; her wings began to feel heavy with the accumulation of water, but the fight was over, it would be a non-issue. She'd reached the dying mans form just in time to see his golden hair revert, and his power fade; hesitating only for a moment, as the man seemingly began to cry, speaking the final words from his heart.

"...what?" Rhapsody would question threw gritted teeth as she stopped before Yangcong, glaring down at him, "Let them leave... peacefully? Are you really asking me that!?" She'd continue, her voice growing more infuriated as she spoke, "You came to my planet with your own selfish intentions, disregarded everything I've said, refused my requests and demands to stop the fight, burned a man to within an inch of his life, and NOW, only NOW that you're on the receiving end of an overwhelming threat of power do you finally decide to call it quits!?!" She'd yell, baffled by the audacity of the man's request.

A glance over to Taiyo's charred body, and Rhapsody would steel herself as she lifted her keyblade above her head. Her eyes were filled with fury, her muscles would tense, she readied herself to bring the mans life to an end; and yet, couldn't...

"You're a monster..." she'd whisper, "I don't care how many worlds you claimed to save! You probably saved them just like you were gonna "save" this one!" She'd exclaim, taking a step forward as if to swing her weapon down upon Yangcong, yet failing to do so once again, "You don't know everyone's stories, you CAN'T know everyone's stories! It's impossible to know everything!" She'd yell, "How many USD did you kill that pleaded for their lives!? How many had families and friends of their own, and were only doing what they must to protect them!? No different than another soldier like you!!"

Once more, another inch forward, and yet once more she would fail to swing; the man was defeated, there was no reason to continue, yet should he be allowed to live, he would likely do the same as he did this day in the distant future. Rhapsody's arm began to shake as her eyes darted across the defeated old man, a shell of the general who sported the typical pride of the Saiyans. Yangcong teared up as he held a picture of his once infant son, and the feeling to strike down the monster before her faded.

Her body shook, unwilling to let go of the power that allowed her to take down the super saiyan before her. Gripping her weapon even tighter, Rhapsody would yell before finally bringing down her weapon in a powerful strike. Rather than against Yangcong however, her keyblade would impale into the asphalt of the street directly beside his head, sparring him a gruesome death.

"Why do you get to make any requests after what you've done here!?" She'd yell, dispelling both her keyblades as the rain began to come down even harder, "Fine..." She'd say lowly, "I said it when I first arrived, so I'll keep to my word. If your Queen withdraws and takes her troops willingly, I'll let her go. I had no intention of killing anyone to begin with..." She'd say reluctantly with a bit of a low growl as she walked up beside Yangcong, "But I can't trust you not to get up and start fighting again, so take a nap." She'd say, bringing her hand up and facing her palm towards Yangcong, before unleashing a couple concussive blasts of magic against the man in an attempt to knock him out.