How quickly things had taken a turn for the worse. Takeshi had barely made the move to intercept the throwing knives, ending up pierced by half a dozen by the time they finally stopped flying. Initially there was no real cause for alarm on his part, pain aside. In a few seconds though an unusual feeling swept throughout his body, making him feel rather light headed. In no time flat he'd gone from being in the midst of the battle to utterly useless, collapsing under his own weight onto the ground. Was it a poison that he'd been struck with? Painfully forcing himself to move the Saiyan looked down at the knives, gritting his teeth as he reached down to try and remove one. With his hands being cut up already it was nigh impossible to get a grip on anything, and so he resolved to lie back in the dirt. It wasn't all lost though, they were still in this fight. Just before falling a knife had whizzed by his head, courtesy of Katas. How the man had found them he didn't know, but he was grateful for it. Following the eccentric aliens attacks was a strike by the Queen herself, cutting down a few soldiers like it was nothing. Nothing that was happening right now made any sense whatsoever to him. How had these soldiers known where they would be, and how had they discovered their work to begin with? The fact that Eslaria and Katas were now fighting for them too only served to raise more questions than it answered. 

Viral by some miracle was honoring the request to save Shu, but his efforts were to be in vain. The fact of the matter was much like Takeshi the Beastman was simply too weak to be moving about too much. Only a few measly meters from where he had fallen Viral had stopped, looking in a very sorry state as he struggled with his bloodloss. In a fitful attempt to help the older boy urged his body to move, frustrated as the entirety of it felt numb. In the following moment he feared that the worst had yet to come as a shadow loomed over his poor figure. Thankfully it turned out to be T'charrl, moving around as able as ever and looking prepared for battle. Grunting as he was turned over Takeshi looked at the prince in silent question, his eyes shifting to glance at the liquid he was being offered. "No... " Takeshi replied, feebly pushing the container away from himself. "Get them first... I'm fine." If he thought he could manage it he may have laughed at T'charrl's question about hearts. As it was simply breathing was taxing, so all he could squeak out was a small smile. "Yeah... I got a heart... And I think they may have just missed it..." Looking out past T'charrl he spotted a soldier advancing towards them, having slipped past the Queen's wrath. Alarmed that the prince may be hurt Takeshi lifted his hand, fervently trying to focus enough Ki to fire a blast. As the man closed in on them he had only gathered a handful perhaps, but thankfully his attack wasn't needed. Another figure dropped down from the trees above, landing square on the soldier and driving a sword into his back to kill him. It was the general, Garesh.

"T'charrl! See to the wounded!" Garesh said sternly, yanking his blade free of his fallen enemy. Turning around he watched as Eslaria continued to fend off a pair of attackers, and Katas had taken to the air, raining his thrown weapons from above or at anyone who tried to take off. "We'll handle the soldiers, make sure none of these three die, am I understood?" As far as he and the Queen were concerned this group of travelers were akin to their own by now for all they had done. As such leaving them to die was beyond the question, it simply could not happen. With a loud shout to get the blood flowing Garesh stormed into the mess of soldiers, taking on the nearest one to himself. The enemy made a swipe at him with a dagger that the general ducked under, emitting a shrill sound when he was kicked back in the upper abdomen. Again the attacker moved in, swiping a few times at Garesh to try and draw blood. After deflecting a downward strike the general grabbed the soldier by his waist and abruptly lifted him up, tossing him over his shoulder. Rather than sully his blade again he turned about and brought a foot down on the man's throat to end his little tirade. Taking his second kill the general then moved into the bulk of the remaining troops to inflict further damage. 

Dancing about on light feet Eslaria was doing as much as she could to take some of the aggression onto herself. Backpedaling a bit to give herself more room she had managed to get into a one on one confrontation. The Queen had to admit, seeing the uneasy look on the man's face as he squared off with her made her feel rather proud. If he fears me, she mused, then I'll use that. In a half step she quickly shifted her weight, pushing herself forward and crossing her arms to swig both swords at once. The soldier used his wings to lift off of the ground, rising to avoid being cut in two. Watching him rise up Eslaria quickly spread her own wings, shooting up after him and trying to skewer the man on the rise. Using his own weapons to deflect the slice he pushed the Queen away, immediately trying to use his position and hit her from behind. When she turned herself upside down by flipping backwards he was caught off guard for a second, narrowly blocking another hit as she brought a sword down on top of him. She tried to use her free one to skewer him again, but as before that was blocked. The two were caught in a deadlock struggle, each trying to make the other lose their grip or knock their weapons away. Seeing no end to it anytime soon Eslaria backed off quickly, though in doing so suffering a small cut to her upper right arm by the tip of the man's blade. Narrowing her gaze angrily the Queen dashed back in, raising both swords up and bringing them down in an "X" pattern. Both were subsequently blocked, though the soldier was unprepared for her to draw a dagger, getting the blade right in his chest. The surprise and pain of the attack made him falter, and the swords found their way buried into his shoulders. Eslaria kicked the man down to the ground, following him to engage the next opponent.