A man glared at the tyrant in front of him, a sword in hand. "Freiza, I will no longer be under your control" He turned quickly and swiped his sword through the air, sword meeting flesh as it slit the throat of the alien that was about to attack him and sending a energy blast towards Freiza. With that done, he plunged the sword into his own chest, falling to the ground soon after. "Well played, weakling"