From the ground to the air Takeshi never thought he'd be so reluctant to be flying. He was certain that T'charrl was trying to be as accommodating as he could, but the Prince jostled him a few times as they moved along. "I'm the only one that can fly out of the three of us..." he explained, his words a bit sluggish. "Shu forgot how, and Viral was never able to. So yeah, we had to walk." In hindsight he could probably have carried both his brother and the Beastman easily enough though. Had they been in the air it may have been more difficult to ambush them, and being more maneuverable then it would have been easier to avoid things. It was an oversight on his part, having gotten too complacent and not even thought to take any precautions. Now because of his folly Viral might die and Shu might have brain damage, he couldn't care less what was wrong with him right now. "When we get there... We've got to find Vegeta. He's as close to a doctor as we've got." Even then it would be a sorry excuse for some medical treatment. At most their wounds would be covered, but actual treatment was beyond them right now. They'd have to find a legitimate doctor to get themselves fixed, and having no idea where one was in town, save for the military base they might be out of luck. 

"You moving pathetically? No, that was just pathetic." Katas retorted, smiling as if it were a joke. His expression then changed to a more sympathetic one as he kicked off of the ground, falling in behind Garesh and T'charrl. "In all honesty I can tell you are a man of great bravery. Even if you may not be the strongest of this group of yours bravery is just as valuable as raw strength. If you lack bravery then all the power in the world is useless to you, but you can be brave without power and still be a force to be reckoned with. A great warrior is one who is brave even in the face of danger and adversity, and it doesn't get much more dangerous than having a pit in your stomach." Speaking of the wound there was a distinct puddle of blood now soaking into Katas' robe. What a shame, he mused, that his favorite outfit was being soiled. He loved the garments he had on now, even if they were a touch flashy for someone in his line of work. Looking on he smiled thoughtfully, picking up the speed ever so slightly to keep in pace. "As for your failing, everyone fails. Even if its repeated time and time again it happens to everyone. What's more important is that you're still trying, even after failing. That's commendable, as any average person would give up by now I'd think. So you're brave and you persevere, and that my friend is what makes you an exceptional warrior."

Not having made it too terribly far from the house themselves it took two minutes at most to reach their residence again. As it came into view Eslaria ordered everyone to descend and they'd go in on foot from there. Thankfully the coast was clear between their landing and the home, as fighting with three injured people to care for would have been a nightmare. Their was a sense of anxiety no doubt in everyone as they approached the door, being vividly aware of just how deep they were in enemy territory at the moment. Whatever fear the Queen may have held wasn't allowed to manifest itself, and with head held high she walked right on up to the back door, giving it a good banging at. "Is anyone in there? Open up!" she demanded, scarcely hiding her voice. 

It took a second, but finally Vegeta went to the door to investigate, followed closely by the remainder of the group. Upon opening it they were rather confused at first, and confusion then turned to surprise and shock at seeing the injured trio beyond Eslaria. Picking up on their concern she stepped aside, letting the others hurry past her to see to their friends. Vegeta went directly to Viral, in a bit of a panic gesturing for Katas to set the Beastman down. "Holy crap Viral..." he mumbled, kneeling down at his friend's side. They had only been gone for a short time and somehow they'd come back in deplorable condition. Eying the wound on his stomach the Saiyan rubbed at his forehead, understandably a bit flustered by what he was being given. "Okay... Okay... Uh... Did it pierce through? All the way?" he asked, looking up at the man who had carried Viral. Judging by his soaked shirt and how weak the Beastman looked to be by bloodloss he'd say it was a yes. That severely complicated things, as it was now a rather large wound as opposed to a gash. "Crap... Viral? Are you healing at all? Can you tell?"

Yumi meanwhile had made a beeline for Shu, seeing as he was the only one not moving or conscious for that matter. Her concern for Viral was evident too in her stare in his direction, but with Vegeta tending to him he should be okay. She tried to take him from the alien's arms, but he shook his head and kept a secure grip on him. Recognizing it to be the general Garesh she sighed, reluctant to leave Shu be but knowing he was in good hands. What in the world had happened to them? Viral had a huge hole in him, Takeshi was still imbedded with knives and Shu's head and neck were wrapped up to the point of concealment. Tentatively she reached out once more, just taking one of his hands in hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Shu...? Shu can you hear me? It's Yumi... Please wake up." If he was out completely then it was going to be a moot effort in trying to rouse him. Seeing someone you considered to be a baby brother almost be this badly hurt though really got to you, and Yumi was on the verge of tears hoping he'd come around. "Come on Shu... Say something..."

Shu and Viral were getting attention, as they should be. Aside from passing glances Takeshi was by large left on his own, again as he felt it should be. Save for the passing glances he was getting he was simply kept in T'charrl's grasp, doing naught but keeping a firm clasp on his one open wound. Hearing Vegeta becoming unnerved and Yumi nearly break down twisted the knife so to speak. He already blamed himself for what happened to them, and seeing his friend's react to his mistake only served to add fuel to the flames. Sighing somberly he looked away from them, down to himself and the knives in him. He might try to pull them out himself, but by doing so he'd reopen wounds. With care for the others being more on his mind than his own he didn't want to make anyone have to step away to see to his idiocy. Instead he looked right up at T'charrl, managing a weak smile. "Thanks... For patching Shu up. I appreciate it."