Being covered in snow as he was now probably ranked at the top of worst things to happen. Thank goodness he had so many layers on, otherwise Takeshi could well see himself freezing on the spot. Instead he got a chill, nothing too bad so long as he wiped snow off of himself. After shaking off like a dog he began patting himself down to boot, determined to get every little offending flake off of his person. "Attack? It was a snowball! It's not even remotely an attack!" he retorted, rolling his eyes dramatically. It was always so high stakes with Viral, he needed to relax and have fun for a change. The Beastman had a fair point though, they should be paying more mind to what they were doing. There was no way of knowing how the Narbu would receive them, and if the Shaharians were any indication they'd best be on their guard. Worst case scenarios and all that fun stuff. "Okay, okay, sorry. And we'll be fine, we've fought one before," Takeshi explained, sighing as he rubbed at his head. "They're strong, but we're faster, at least faster than the one we fought. We can hit and run, that's all we've got to do to win if a fight breaks out." Couldn't beat a target you couldn't touch, he had learned that through numerous training exercises with Shu. Granted the gap in their agility had closed some as of late, but Shu was still very much the swifter of the pair.

Still having a bit of snow on himself Takeshi went back to brushing it off, glancing over at Shu when he came to help. Smirking he shook himself one last time, ridding his clothes entirely of snow, save for what might fall. It felt better already, though he was pretty sure there was some snow in a few places that he couldn't well clear out easily. His brother's little quip made the older boy frown, raising a hand to speak up but instead being left standing there as Shu ran off. "H-Hey! Come back here!" he called, running after the others, "You are so not smarter than me!" Faster, sure, more adorable, apparently. But smarter? He loved Shu, but the little guy scarcely could dress himself still, how was that smarter? Takeshi knew he was no Vegeta, but compared to his sibling... Well there was no contest there. And there he went again, getting carried away with some meaningless contest between himself and Shu. He really needed to stop doing that. Coming up alongside his brother he smiled, reaching up to pull his cap back a bit, freeing up his bangs. "Have you ever had a snowball fight before Shu? It's like what I just did, but with a lot of people throwing at one another. I've seen kids do it at school, it looked like fun. We should try it sometime."