"Just don't get cut!" There wasn't much else Takeshi could say really, that was all there was to it. He might have a bit of trouble, some of these Shaharians were surprisingly swift. Shu ought to be fine if he kept moving though, he was far more lithe than any of these jerks were. Blocking another swing of a knife he backpedaled a bit to put space between himself and the guards, making a wide slash with the sword to force them to back off. Fighting inside of this room was no good, it was much to small for them to move around in. They had to get out into the open, to the streets if at all possible. Figuring out what wall faced the roads below Takeshi raised a hand, blowing out most of the wall before shouting for Shu to get outside. Beyond the building he could hear the panicked cries of people around the place, probably rather uneasy about the fighting. So much for keeping this business under wraps, damn. Letting Shu go out first Takeshi moved to make a break for it as well, gasping painfully as a blade caught him in the face, making a nice cut along his right cheek. Angrily he swung around, extending a hand and sending a Ki blast into the chest of the offending alien, sending him soaring into and through the same hole he'd just made and out onto the street.

Okay, so there were about two dozen guards chasing them. That was the best estimate Takeshi could make, and seeing them pour out of the building he was pretty close. It would be fine if they were pushovers, but these guys could actually fight. And while their injuries weren't severe both he and Shu were bleeding now, and that was after only managing to knock three out. If they were going to get through this quickly they'd have to expend a lot of energy, something that the older boy was abashed he'd have to do. If he used his sword more efficiently they might be in better standing, but his shortcomings with a blade were becoming vividly clear in this battle. Coupled with the fact that he actually felt sick cutting into one of the Shaharians and he was hard pressed to continue. How was he supposed to fight with a sword and not kill someone anyways? "Shu, you okay?" Takeshi asked, glancing over at his brother's arm. Nothing could be done for that now, unfortunately, not in the thick of a battle. Soon as this business was over with they'd get back to the ship and see the younger boy patched up. Or maybe Servas and his people could do it, they owed them that much at least.

There wasn't any time for conversation, the guards were quick to mobilize again. Rather than the typical one on one battles they got these aliens moved as a cohesive unit, four or five advancing at once on each Saiyan. Gripping his sword firmly Takeshi dashed in to meet them, taking a swing at one and missing by a fair margin. Having to fall to the ground practically to avoid being cut he laid his palm flat on the concrete, lifting himself up and kicking out both legs in a spinning motion, catching two guards under the jaws and knocking them aside. Jumping back to his feet he tried something different, swinging at another with the hilt of his sword. The pommel of his weapon hit the Shaharian square in the jaw, an audible cracking noise signaling it had connected. In a fit of angry and pained hisses that one fell to the ground, clenching his jaw gingerly. Takeshi had barely acknowledged that attack when he felt a sharp pain on his back, another blade slicing horizontally and biting into his skin. Almost falling down as a result he swing his sword around, catching the guard nearly in the neck, creating a gash that made him fall to the ground almost instantly. Despite being in pain his eyes widened in shock, seeing the blood pooling on the ground as the alien shook from the pain. Damn this... Damn the sword, this was wrong.