"Takeshi open up to us?" Yumi asked skeptically, smiling snidely. "Please, you've got a better chance of him sharing food than saying what's on his mind." In the time she had known both boys it had only been perhaps once that Takeshi had ever shared his thoughts, and by that she meant the more personal ones. He was just a private person, or uncomfortable about voicing them. Whatever the case without some damn good incentive to do so they'd never figure out just what was driving him to act this way. "Don't count Shu out so readily. Even just as he is he's plenty capable of fighting, he's just timid is all." To that she attributed it to his unfamiliarity with the world around them. Especially now that they were traveling through space it was an awful lot to take it. Considering he had just been getting a basic grasp on how their own planet worked it was astounding if he learned anything at all about alien worlds. Kai prompted a curious question; Just what had they done on their missions? On second thought Yumi probably didn't want to ask. Considering what they'd seen Elites and soldiers alike doing thus far she really didn't have to strain her imagination too much to get an idea. "While we're waiting for them to get back what should we do?" A change of subject might be nice, especially if she was going to start to worry about the boys. 

The soldiers shared a raucous cheer as they felled the Beastman, the one holding the sword rather satisfied with his blow. As far as they were concerned he was dead, as both the slice in his arm and now gouge in his stomach would surely lead him to bleed out. With a proud grin the Kaesstrian tore the blade out of Viral's stomach, shaking the blood off of it idly. Whilst that happened the other one with sword in hand walked over to Shu's crumpled form. What a disappointment these three had been to fight. They were supposed to be highly skilled, being Saiyans, and yet a basic ambush had proven to be their downfall. Dull as it may have been though, the soldier mused, raising his sword, they had done their job. Raising the blade up over his head he aimed the edge at the young boy's neck, grasping the hilt with both hands and bringing it down at his flesh with a heavy arc. The sword would never reach Shu's neck though, and the Kaesstrians would find themselves in a rather tricky predicament. As the blade descended it abruptly stopped in its swing, and it took a second to register why. The older boy had somehow gotten free and was now crouched over his sibling, hands raised and grasping at the sides of the blade securely, making it impossible to both move back and push forward against his strength.

"Don't you DARE touch my brother!" he shouted, curling his upper lip back to show elongated canines. With a wild look in his eye he pushed the sword up and away from Shu, his hands being bloodied in the process as they ran along the edge. Once his sibling was in the clear the Saiyan grabbed the throat of the Kaesstrian, and with a rage-fueled yell crushed it beneath his grasp, effectively killing the man instantly. Tossing the now lifeless corpse aside he turned to the other five, all of which now solely focused on the boy before them. Much in the same manner they attacked in unison, though with a swordsman down it was now the other swordsman and the knife wielder that charged him headlong. Bristling with fury Takeshi vanished from sight, reappearing behind one of the staff users at eye level. Twisting his body he drove his leg into the Kaesstrian's head, snapping his neck with an audible 'pop' and sending him toppling to the side. Not a second after that his toes touched the ground and he sprung forward, sending a knee right into one of the soldier's abdomens. The hit made him double over in pain, and a hard elbow the slammed into the back of his head, breaking his skin and drawing blood as he toppled over in quite the mess. The remaining three decided it might be best to take to the air, opting to have more maneuverability and speed to deal with this one. 

Unluckily for them Takeshi was as equally capable in the air as they were, and in no time flat he was back to going after them. The first unfortunate soul in front of him was the man with the knives, quickly finding himself on the defensive as the Saiyan rushed at him blindly. Slashing away with his knives he was shocked to find he couldn't land so much as a singe hit, slicing only air with each swing. On one cut he had his arm grabbed and twisted painfully, making him drop the knife which was subsequently caught by the boy. In a flash the blade was driven into his throat, and gagging fitfully the Kaesstrian fluttered to the ground in a sorry state, grasping at the imbedded weapon as he struggled for his life. The remaining swordsman hardly had time to notice his friend's demise as he was beset upon by Takeshi next. He would only get in one attempted slice before a hard punch slammed into his chest, collapsing it and crushing anything behind the cavity. Takeshi flipped himself head over heels, driving the back of his foot into the Kaesstrian and sending him crashing into one of the trees, breaking several branches on the way down. Lastly was the staff wielder, the only one of the entire squad remaining. Narrowly dodging a punch he was alarmed to be grabbed by the boy, helpless as they were inverted and sent speeding towards the earth below. Before they both hit the Saiyan let his captive go, watching as he crashed into the dirt, losing his weapon in the process. Far from done Takeshi dropped down so he stood over the Kaesstrian, and with absolutely no care for decency he began to throw punch after punch into the alien, continuing on for a few violent seconds despite the man being well dead and gone. It was only after he'd early driven the alien into the ground that he finally stepped off, panting heavily due to his anger.

Around the area now were the six bodies of the soldiers, all pummeled and broken in a various display of brutality. Takeshi looked around at every one slowly, feeling utterly no remorse for what he'd just done. Trembling from anger he kicked the nearest body away, finally gathering himself enough to go and check on his brother. Before reaching Shu though he crossed paths with Viral, only managing a silent stare as he was much too riled up to speak. The boy took to one knee carefully after a moment of looking at his friend, examining the wound on his stomach carefully. "It'll heal..." he said simply, pushing himself to his feet. Viral had to wait a moment, Shu was the priority. Besides his friend's healing was working again, that wound shouldn't be a bother. Takeshi hurried over to Shu's side, falling to both knees this time. Uncertain as to whether or not he should move the younger boy he reached down nervously, putting his hand on Shu's shoulder as he gave it a small nudge. "Shu... Shu wake up..." he whispered, his voice taught with emotion. "Come on Shu... Don't do this to me... Get up..."