Fending off so many people at once when he barely knew how to wield a blade was proving to be a hassle. Blocking was about all Takeshi found himself doing, his retaliations with the sword missing every single time. With his hands full he couldn't even see how Shu was faring right now, desperate to be done with this and get to his brother's side. Getting cut yet again on the back he had a brief moment of anger where he whipped around, swinging the sword out blindly and connecting with the upper chest of one Shaharian. Seeing the damage that the blade caused, how easily it had done so and the blood pooling, it made Takeshi feel ill. Ki was one thing, it burned and bruised people usually, attacks rarely pierced unless you made them to. Using a sword though, as he was finding, was far more lethal. Nowhere near in the state of mind to be okay with this he looked down at the edge of the weapon, paling slightly seeing the thick ooze of blood dripping off of it. He nearly dropped it then and there, instead having to raise the sword once more to deflect an attack. The force of this blow pushed his own sword down, the edge of his assailant's blade biting into his shoulder slightly and drawing blood. Straining to hold back the weapon he placed a hand on the guard's torso, creating Ki and blasting him away, sending him flying into a nearby building.

Damn it all, he'd done this to them. Takeshi's own arrogance had gotten them into this mess and he knew it. Finally having a moment to check on his brother his heart sank seeing Shu being pinned, unable to help still. Dodging a would-be impalement he swung out a fist, punching the Shaharian between the eyes and knocking him back. "Shu, hang on!" he shouted, trying to break through the ranks of the enemy. The situation took a turn for the strange then as a massive impact shook the area, a cloud of dust kicking up and putting a temporary halt to the fighting. Shielding his eyes with his arm Takeshi waited a moment before peering over, shocked at seeing T'charrl here. Their friend looked far worse for wear, being battered and torn from flying here most likely. In spite of any potential wounds T'charrl was more than ready to fight, tossing aside the group who'd attacked Shu like dolls. Breathing fair heavily right now he watched as guards began to advance on their friend, the strange appendages sprouting to counteract their attacks. Shu would have to be okay for now, they were dwindling the enemy's numbers and had to keep momentum on their side.

Turning back to the group of Shaharians before him the older boy bit his lower lip, trying to ignore the pain all over his body from the hits and cuts. And to think they weren't even fighting Sana yet, what a pain in the ass. In his free hand he gathered an orb of Ki, and in his sword hand he gripped the blade tightly, running at the guards. The first he encountered he sidestepped to avoid a slashing attack, jumping up and spinning himself around to deliver a harsh kick to the alien's head, knocking him out in one blow. A second one tried to use their claws and teeth, attempting to get a grip on the Prince and hold him for his fellow guards. Pushing himself to move as swiftly as possible Takeshi vanished from sight, reappearing only a second later above his attacker. Driving down the arm with Ki he slammed the orb into the alien's back, smashing his target into the ground before it exploded, burning the alien and creating a small crater. Still in mid air Takeshi couldn't do too much as he was slammed into by one of the Shaharians, barely stopping himself from tumbling to the ground as he landed on his feet. What were there left... 8 or so? They were doing it, they could beat these guys. Hopefully T'charrl wasn't too beaten up, because he and Shu must be getting tired by now.

It was hard to say whether or not Sana and his men were winning this battle. While the guards were certainly giving Shu and Takeshi a run for it the Princes were dispatching his men one by one, their numbers gradually dwindling. It wasn't without cost, both boys had taken some blows and were showing visible signs of growing weary. Should they manage to beat all of the others Sana was confident he could handle the weakened Saiyans himself. That sentiment faded rather quickly however at the appearance of a third fighter. It was like nothing he had ever seen before, not recognizing the species whatsoever. Was it... An insect? They ate insects, though none were even remotely close to this size. And those appendages, what in the hell were those? Sana watched in silent shock as the newcomer tossed aside a group of men as if they were nothing, proceeding to fend off a handful by himself. Damn it, this wasn't part of his plan. He needed to do something now to try and get this back into his favor. Eying T'charrl the Shaharian gathered a bit of his own Ki into his hands, aiming it down at the Kaesstrian before firing a volley of blasts, his men caught in the crossfire.