Shu didn’t know what to make of the aliens, even if he had seen the Elite before. They were all so big and he was so small, he probably looked like a tiny mouse to them. If he was able to look innocent and not a threat then they would leave him alone and luckily they were ignoring him for the most part. Feeling a little worried when Viral moved away from him and told Takeshi to protect him. He didn’t know if Takeshi would disobey this and just go on trying to threaten these guys with his words, but thankfully he went over him all while looking a little angry. He didn’t know if this was going to work out well after all, but if they didn’t want to go out for fighting then they didn’t need to feel forced. Staring up at Takeshi, he moved closer to him before looking back at the Chieftain, “He’s…really big…” he muttered, moving around behind Takeshi, “I’m scared of him…b-but still being brave…”

Viral couldn’t be bothered with Takeshi’s complaining, especially when they needed to be adults here. This alien should be respected and not talked down to like a child, nothing like Takeshi was treating him as with such informality. Staring up at him, he narrowed his gaze at the Chieftain’s words, giving an angry glance back at Takeshi as he tried to protest it before moving his attention back to the Chieftain, “…Of course…you owe them nothing. Fighting for you because you could not fight the Saiyans”, he spoke calmly, “I am no pup and you can see that. I can tell by the way you look at me as you try to stare into my soul, but you see only darkness and emptiness all while trying to fill it with empty excuses to refuse. I am not weak…”

Viral was in no mood for talking this long especially when he could be doing something about it and show them they really meant business. Viral knew these aliens were warriors at heart, that much was obvious by the way they looked and lived, but their refusal was just childish. Staring up at the Chieftain, he folded his arms and gave him a narrow stare, “You challenge me? How noble to grant me such honour…” he spoke, his eyes only going back to Takeshi for a second before back to the Chieftain. The challenge was suitable and made sense, but if they were any sort of warrior then death upon losing was always a possibility. He wasn’t afraid of dying and he wouldn’t kill the Chieftain, especially when he had to last just 10 minutes. Grunting, he unbuckled his belt with his cleaver, pulling it off and taking off his scarf, “Very well. I’ll fight with honour and not use weapons, just claws…” Wrapping up his scarf he gave his items a quick toss back at Takeshi and Shu, “You care for my stuff! This will not take long”.