T’charrl didn’t want to give away any weaknesses he might possibly have against this guy, not at least until his friends got here. He could barely concentrate and the guy talking was helping him keep together, slightly. He knew what could happen, anything could happen and most of the things he definitely did not want to occur. Firing out the attacks, he looked around hastily for signs of the Saiyan, watching as he went tumbling out of the air not too far from him, “Saiyans hate everything…don’t they?? Hatred…you’re full of it!” he hissed, trying to recover from his power surge, “If they sent you here by yourself…doesn’t that mean they think you reflect what this planet might be to you…? Are you the pathetic one of your group??”

Shu was pretty worried now, hoping it wasn’t his friend that was being invaded by the foreign energy. He had hoped that Takeshi’s house was far enough away from everything to let their friend have some quiet time as he trained by himself, but if there was a Saiyan around then he could be in a ton of trouble. Holding onto Takeshi tightly, he looked down at him and frowned a little, “How did they get here…? Do you think Father knew we were heading back home? How could he have known?” he asked up, looking over Takeshi’s shoulder, “Should we ask Mister Vegeta for help? Maybe Yumi…? Oooohhh, I don’t know what any of them are doing today!”

T’charrl moved closer to the kid, hoping to scare the kid off with some attacks of his if he could pull them off. His attacks certainly managed to scare others before with how strange they were and how raw his power could be, so maybe they would work against this guy. He was just on the verge of losing it, but even while injured he was determined to keep his mind intact. Getting into a ready position, he dashed at the Saiyan when he raced for him as well, hoping he could use the momentum to cut and dodge the attacks. Throwing his claws around in an attempt to cut the kid open, the Saiyan instead dropped down low and threw a kick right into his abdomen. Gasping as he was sent off his feet, his pained wings fluttered as if trying to fly before another hit was delivered into his abdomen a second time. Letting out a snarl, he suddenly threw all four arms around at the Saiyan, trying to claw him apart and get him away from him even if it meant mauling him apart.