Piccolo nodded seriously. Outwardly, he looked unmoved by the story. Inwardly, he was seething. People like that were a plague on the multi-verse. He wasn't, however, surprised to learn of one from Glorfindel's world. There were people like that from his own universe he had faced in battle. They were loathsome beings.

Truth be told, he had been one of them once upon a time actually. His birth date was an ugly reminder of that whenever he thought about it. The holiday "Piccolo's Day" had been solely created for the idea to randomly chose an entire city to destroy. Just for a bit of fun for the evil family.

That was besides the point for now. The point was Piccolo understood.

"Then don't." It was short and succinct but he meant it. If Glorfindel thought of it as a success then Piccolo wouldn't object. He had no reason to. It would be a good attack when it was needed.