Shu was trying to stop himself in the air but he really didn’t have time to try and suss it out, panicking in the process. He didn’t want to hit the ground but he couldn’t bring himself to actually try and stop it from happening. Almost desperate to the point that he tried to brace for impact, he gasped when he hit something only for it to be Takeshi instead, his eyes shut at first before he slowly looked up at him. He did try to see to T’charrl, but those wings were pretty lethal if you got close to them flapping like that. Frowning a little, he moved from Takeshi as he was given some room before he let out a sigh, nodding, “…He’s still Friend T’charrl, you know?” he spoke, scratching his chest a little, “He’s not just a big bug…”

T’charrl hadn’t noticed Shu, the gust sending him out of sight before he could make eye-contact with him. It wasn’t very distracting, but the voice did make him move even if he couldn’t understand what was being said. The lack of a scouter made it difficult for him to know what the kid was saying, nevermind completely missing who it was by the time the little guy went out of sight. Hissing lowly, he turned again only for the kid to come and punch him in the face, the attack barely doing anything other than making his eye twitch slightly. In response, T’charrl immediately threw down a massive claw and managed to smack the Saiyan away like an annoying insect, sending him down to the ground almost immediately.

This was it for the kid; he could kill him now. Landing down with a great thump, he made his way over to the boy, his antennae moving around the kid as the scent of blood carried through. Hissing, he moved a claw around to grab at the Saiyan as an attack was powered up, but before anything could happen with it Takeshi suddenly moved in and slapped it away, his eyes momentarily watching it before he looked back down at the pair. Tilting his head slightly at the sight of Takeshi, his wings fluttered at the sight of Ki being pointed straight at him, his instinct going off immediately as he spread out his wings, raised his primary pair of claws and let out a terrifying hissing snarl at the pair. He couldn’t understand what was being said and all he could recognise right now was another attack with intent to harm him being pointed right at him.

Shu tried to follow on after Takeshi, but only going by ground he proved to be a lot slower than flying like Takeshi could, still trying nonetheless. He didn’t want his friend or brother getting hurt, even if it was to protect a Saiyan who was more than likely the one who started the fight; besides, his friend was clearly injured if that gunk he was drooling was blood. Seeing T’charrl rise up at Takeshi and his brother aiming an attack straight for him, he ran on all fours to try and meet up with the group, “Friend T’charrl! T’charrl!” he yelled out frantically, at least catching T’charrl’s attention; luckily his name was still in his native language, even with the absence of a scouter from Shu, “Friend T’charrl! Don’t hurt them, please don’t!” T’charrl didn’t move from his position, his large glowing eyes staring straight down at Shu with curiosity, his tongue flicking out as if some recognition was made.