Adamant about waiting to be helped Takeshi all but refused what T'charrl tried to give to him. "Them first... Ah... I can wait." Takeshi hissed, becoming frustrated with the young alien. Eventually T'charrl relented and agreed to the request, albeit leaving a small vial with the Saiyan. It was a painkiller, according to the Kaesstrian, which was admittedly rather welcome news. Opening the bottle he graciously gulped its entire contents down, grimacing as he finished it and dropped the empty container aside. It tasted absolutely foul, which as far as medicine was concerned that meant it worked very well. Making use of his one unaffected arm Takeshi pushed himself into a sitting position, trying his best to battle against the poison that was in his system. It didn't feel lethal as far as he could tell, his pulse wasn't racing. If anything it was a toxin that paralyzed, as his body was terribly sluggish now. With a minimal loss of blood from the wound he wasn't liable to pass out due to that, and the pain being numbed put him in a fair situation compared to the others. To his relief the Prince was seeing to Shu now, presumably having gone to Viral already. The Beastman looked to be passed out, but he was breathing and the blood pool beneath him didn't appear to be growing in size. Hopefully that meant he was beginning to heal and hadn't bled out or passed out as a result. Finding solace in the others being helped Takeshi looked to the fight going on still, watching the adults quickly take charge of the situation. For a relatively weak race, he mused, they were damn good warriors.

The number of offending soldiers was quickly dwindling under the assault of Eslaria, Garesh and Katas. It was expected that the two royalty could battle well, and their prowess shocked no one. Seeing Katas nimbly battling well trained soldiers and bringing down a few on his own was something else entirely though. The eccentric spy seemed to be a little more than just a false businessman, that was for sure. Still using range to his advantage Katas was constantly on the move, refusing to get close as his current weapons made him rather poor at doing so. He was fast to be sure, but the soldiers were just as much so, keeping pace with him. One thing that the strange man had to his advantage though were his seemingly random movements, as well as how he used his weapons. Dashing about aimlessly to avoid confrontation he narrowly dodged critical injury more than once, losing a few hairs in the process but otherwise coming out unscathed. With a bit of distance between himself and his pursuers the Kaesstrian reached into his coat, pulling out a knife with a small package attacked to it. After biting off a bit the package sparked, showing a small fuse beginning to burn on it. With haste and precision Katas threw it at a distant soldier, watching as it dug into his side. Seeing what was attached the man panicked, hastily trying to remove it to no avail. The small bomb went off, leaving only scraps of clothing and a smoldering black crater where the soldier had been standing.

"Damn it Katas! We said no explosives!" Garesh shouted, quickly getting back to the task at hand. Another man was trying to use brute strength to get at him, being a bit larger and stronger than the general. Wielding the earth equivalent of a mace he was pressing down hard on Garesh's sword, making the alien gradually lose his footing as he was driven back. Trying to use his free arms as a means of breaking free he cursed when his wrists were grabbed, unable to use really any of his four limbs now. Gritting his teeth as he found himself leaning back the general began to brace for taking a hit in order to break free. That scenario didn't come to be thankfully, as now it was his turn to have a knife soar past his head, landing in the eye of the brute of a man. That was more than enough to break free, and once able to move Garesh tackled the other Kaesstrian to the ground, impaling him on his sword quickly to end their struggle. The remaining troops did not last terribly long with momentum on their side. Eslaria was as proficient as ever with her swords, her gash scarcely slowing her down as she defeated two more soldiers on her own. Katas had only one man challenging him in the air by this time, and by using the trees to evade any attacks it was only a matter of time until an opening made itself known, and when it was the soldier was left with several sharp objects in his body, making Takeshi's case look trivial by comparison. Garesh felled the final man with a clean strike through his heart, and in just mere moments the detachment of near a dozen and a half soldiers had been beaten by a group less than a third of their size. 

Takeshi sat by soundlessly, watching the battle come to a close with earnest surprise. The last soldier being felled brought about both a sense of relief and dread, the latter because they had just taken nearly two dozen lives. Whether they had been the general's men or not in his mind they had just been following orders, and that was no reason to die. The fact alone he'd personally taken six lives was making him feel worse than whatever foreign substance might be working its way through his body right now. Clamping a hand securely over the wound in his shoulder he grimaced at the feeling of the slick blood between his fingers. In an attempt to be of use he'd taken advantage of the pain killer, yanking free the blade to strike at Garesh's opponent. The painkiller had far from nullified everything, and right now his injury hurt like hell. At Katas' approach he looked up at the Kaesstrian, a clear sense of bewilderment on his face. "How did you know...?" Takeshi asked, utterly dumbfounded. "And since when can you fight...?" After having taken the medicine he was beginning to notice its effects, and not that it was necessarily a painkiller. His body chilled slightly, similar to the feeling one got as your body went numb and blood began to flow through it again. He also felt unusually heavy, nearly falling back as Katas knelt down to support him. "The hell's going on...?"

"Katas can fight because he's Garesh's captain of our armed forces," Eslaria explained matter-of-factly. Shaking excess blood from her blades the Queen slipped them into the sheathes on her hips, looking over at Takeshi slightly amused. "You didn't honestly think I would send a helpless civilian into harm's way, did you? As for how we found you, Katas caught wind of a planned attack. It seems that the general had caught on to your plan early on. Katas' secretary turned out to be loyal to the man." Perhaps the boy wasn't nearly as bright as she had pinned him to be. Or rather he was as every bit as slow as she initially thought. Shaking her head the Queen cut across the now strewn forest floor of bodies, making her way to where T'charrl was tending to Shu. The boy looked to be knocked out, and his injures shockingly had not been fatal despite what damage had been done. "He's going to be fine, T'charrl. You've done a good job," she said gently, trying to ease any nerves he may have at his friend's state. She'd seen plenty in her time to know that if someone could take a hit like Shu had, or sustain these injures and not die from them then chances were they'd pull through. Having seen to her son and his friend she finally went to Viral, not nearly as apprehensive as her son had been. Squatting down before the Beastman she looked him over carefully, taking note of the wound on his stomach. "You're a strong man, to try to save someone with a wound like that..." Eslaria smiled as she reached down, ever so lightly drawing back Viral's shirt to see to the wound. "A warrior like yourself deserves a better death than this, don't you agree? Stay with us, let me see the tenacity of you Earth fighters."