With supplies in hand Takeshi had every intent to make amends and try to tend to Viral's wounds. Even if he wasn't a medic he knew enough to keep someone alive, and for the time being that would have to do. The lame excuse of a panic attack bought him no favor with Viral, probably making things worse in fact. "Yeah... Sorry about that..." he mumbled, lowering his gaze shamefully. His half-hearted remark from a moment ago came back to bite him, making his already lousy mood drop even more as a result. He'd been more concerned about Shu, he would admit, but he hadn't intentionally meant to offend Viral. Trying then to secure the bandages he had to move back when he was swiped at, blinking at the blood that splattered on his cheek. "I'm sorry... And I'm just trying to help you Viral, you've got a bad wound." If he hadn't been such an idiot he might have been more sensitive to the Beastman's situation and there wouldn't be any problem. Or if he wasn't selfishly clinging to Shu and his happiness to keep his own spirits up then just maybe his friend might be a bit more cheerful. Getting nervous as Viral slipped and nearly fell back into the dirt Takeshi looked at the man with a woeful gaze. "I'm not going to kill you..." he said defensively, moving closer again to tend to the wound. "You're one of us Viral... And a friend... I would never leave you behind or hurt you like those guys did." Reaching around he linked the bandage together, stretching it enough so that the cloth enveloped the wound. "This may sting a little..." As gingerly as he could he pressed the bandage over the wound, beginning to wrap it around Viral's stomach a few more times to secure it before finally looping it through. It would hold even if he moved, but Vegeta definitely had to take a look at him. 

"Look... I know it's got going to mean anything, but I'm sorry Viral." Takeshi said, standing up slowly from his spot. "There's no excuse for my passing you over like that, it was wrong of me." In an awkward show of respect and remorse he bowed slightly, having seen a few people in the city do it before. Whether the gesture was recognized or even accepted at least he'd tried, and it was a sincere apology. Looking back at his fallen the brother sighed shakily, lifting a hand to rub at his eyes before shaking his head. "We're going to have to sit here for a bit I guess, until someone finds us..." Neither of the two could be moved right now, even if the others came this way. Though if the others did come they may be able to provide better care than he could for them. Glancing down at his hand the Saiyan raised it skyward with the intent of firing a Ki blast to signal their location. If someone felt the blast then they'd be curious and come investigate... Hopefully. "Maybe this will get the others to come find us..." he added hopefully, beginning to charge energy. Or it could bring about more soldiers, as the case turned out to be. The Ki was made to quickly dissipate as a knife was thrown at Takeshi and he had to duck to narrowly avoid it. Caught off guard he looked around the area a bit panicked, worried about the others being caught in the line of fire if a fight broke out. Off to their right another knife was thrown, and soon a few more joined in its path... Right towards the wounded Viral. Not even thinking about it the Saiyan stepped around and held out his arms, gasping as each of the blades found their way into various parts of his body. One in his stomach, another in his shoulder, two in the legs and one in the arm, it had been a fairly painful and quick attack. 

"Come out... You bastards!" he shouted, trying to move and instead groaning as he agitated a wound and spilled some blood. To make matters worse he began to notice his body was becoming numb, his movements a bit sluggish as a result. Losing the ability to fight gradually Takeshi watched ineptly as not one, not two but at least eight more Kaesstrians settled around them, armed to the teeth as the ones before them had been. This couldn't be happening, not now. Everything had been going their way, things were going to work out. Now instead of being on their way it looked like they were in the deep end. Struggling to move himself forward Takeshi raised his one free arm, making a weak fighting stance to get ready to fight. "Viral... Please get up and get Shu... You've got to get out of here..." he warned, his words strained. He knew that moving his brother might be dangerous, but then again so was keeping him here. Right now he seemed to be the sole target, but if they found out that Shu still lived and Viral wasn't dying they'd be in a load of trouble. Chuckling painfully Takeshi began to gather Ki in his hand again, grinning as he got ready to blast away. "I guess it's a good thing he's out... I'd hate for him to watch this..."

A couple of things happened next, seemingly all in a split second. A few of the soldiers began an advance on the injured fighters, weapons poised and ready to strike. As they drew in closer Takeshi silently willed for Viral to honor his plea and get Shu out of here, feeling even his Ki fading as his body began to essentially shut down. Bracing to feel the bite of metal against flesh he cringed when a knife went sailing by his head... From behind him. The blade soared right by him by a fair margin straight as an arrow, driving itself into the chest of one of the soldiers and felling him. Having difficulty putting two and two together at the moment he watched the man struggle to remove the item, amazed when his nearest comrade was also hit with some thrown blades as well. Turning his head to find the source of the attacks Takeshi went wide eyed when he spotted the cause of the counterattack. Katas stood a fair few meters back from them, smiling gleefully as he held in his grasp a handful of knives and some that looked almost like throwing stars. "Katas...?"

"Apologies my boy! It seems like I was a little too late to warn you." Katas said, his tone not quite the chipper one that they'd heard before, but rather a restrained anger. He had a rather puzzled Saiyan giving him looks right now, but there was no time to explain what was happening. Besides, the events would speak for themselves. "Get down Takeshi, you're in the way!" At his command the boy fell to the ground, or maybe it was the blades buried in him. Either way the second he was given clear view the Kaesstrian hurled a few more knives across the open ground, nailing one of the already fallen men and turning him into a pun cushion. Alarmingly enough as the exchange began another handful of soldiers joined the ranks, now totaling nearly 14 strong, including the now mortally injured soldiers. For whatever reason, insanity or courage Katas didn't appear the least bit phased, and that reason became immediately apparent. 

Towards the right of the group one of the men let out a shrill yell, then instantly collapsing onto the ground with his uniform soaked in blood. Behind him stood the rather familiar figure of Eslaria, though this time she donned a set of light armor as opposed to her robes as before. In her grasp were two longswords, one of which was now sleek with a yellow blood. Having taken down one of the men in a single stroke the rear portion of the troops turned to engage her instead, moving in as a whole to overwhelm her. Unfortunately for them the Queen was rather good at this kind of scenario, and with two swords in hand she actually moved up to meet the attackers. The first one swung his spear to try and catch her on the side, it being simply blocked by the blade. Another tried to hit her from behind, but reaching behind her Eslaria deflected the swing of the sword with ease. Pushing away the spear next she spun around, making an amazingly quick cut with her sword that opened up the alien's chest, leaving him to fall to the dirt. Again she spun, an arm outstretched as she cut across the air fluidly. That blow was blocked, but her free sword immediately found itself buried in the man's shoulder, making him drop his weapon. Sword freed she pulled it back before driving it right on through her opponent, removing it by kicking him off of the blade. "Kill them all, leave none standing!" she shouted, seeming to talk to more than just Katas.