T’charrl was only trying to help, feeling as if it was his fault for their injuries due to his inability to accept certain habits of Takeshi. He should have been able to fight even without these problems, but he was proving to be useless and slowly succumbing to the heat. Finding his rejection to be a little disheartening, he stared at his claws as they were moved away, frowning deeply as his eyes returned to Takeshi. He was definitely feeling a little discouraged and it wasn’t as if he could tell Takeshi he couldn’t heal himself using that method, seeing as how he could only channel the energy towards others so far. He didn’t know how to heal other than letting his natural regeneration kick in and he needed food for that. Watching Takeshi fly on up to the roof he slowly moved forward, trying to get his claws on the ground as he continued to gaze up at the world above while trying to understand what was happening up there.

Shu wanted to tear him apart so badly, but the guy continued to evade him in his own slippery lizard-like fashion. It was like trying to catch a frog but this one was dry and big. Slamming his fists into the rooftop he let out an angry snarl before raising his fists, stomping towards Sana again until Takeshi decided to step in. Turning towards him with his fists still in the air, he sniffed at Takeshi before letting out an angry growl. He was not in his right mind and seemed wary of Takeshi despite obviously knowing him from before. Slowly approaching him he hissed through his teeth before snarling, his hands quickly dropping down as he instead decided to throw them to the ground all while jumping on the spot in angry frustration. He was completely ticked off and Takeshi interfering just made him even more frustrated, hardly noticing that he let their target run off.

T’charrl didn’t know how to help in any way, but he did notice Sana jump off the building while neither of the brothers seemed to follow. That shouldn’t do at all; that guy had caused them all a lot of trouble and now he was trying to run off and hide away. Moving forward onto his front again he immediately began to run after him, his claws tearing into the ground as he chased after his target while letting out what sounded like an angry profanity in his strange ancient language with every intent to pounce on him the moment he got close.