Viral stared at Yumi curiously, not quite understanding her need to take things like that through space, “Did you actually bring makeup…?” Maybe battling wasn’t enough to keep Yumi happy, but whatever, it’s not like he had much of a care for it anyway. He had his own entertainment and could go with that for now, not needing anybody or anything in particular to keep him somewhat amused. He wasn’t particularly interested in movies, probably because he was often left wondering why he was sitting around watching somebody else’s creation rather than accomplishing something by himself. He wasn’t in the mood for much anyway, the feeling of having to sit around and remain in pain made him feel pretty lousy. If he wasn’t feeling so bad then maybe he could do something a little higher in the fun factor, but for now he was feeling pretty broken and unable to do much. The thought of fighting against Yumi just felt like an even worse idea, but Yumi seemed so willing to give it a try. Feeling confused and conflicted he rested his head on his arm, trying to think through it, “I might try to bite you or claw your eyes out”, he muttered, looking back to her, “It might be fun or it might be horrific…I don’t know. I’m confused so you think for me…and if you want to risk it…”

Choi may not be terribly strong but he was fast, able to outwit Takeshi easily and get him to see why he didn’t want to use Ki if someone else wasn’t too. If they were allowed to use Ki then that would be fine, but not if one opponent was not willing to use it. That would be like training with Ki against Viral and they all knew how angry he got when that happened. Folding his arms as he stared at Takeshi he let out a huff, lowering his energy, “Alright, if you won’t then I won’t!” he spoke up, smirking a little, “What did you think, though? Imagine the two of us circling you doing that! You’d never stand a chance”. He was feeling pleased with himself, that he was actually able to get Takeshi on the ropes and not end up fumbling when he was trying to show off what he could do. Getting back into a ready position he raised his fists up and getting all energetic again, “Well then, bring it, ya big jerk! I wonder how your brother puts up with you if that’s what you call training…”

T’charrl didn’t know if he was being too rough or was doing the best he could, but either way he was finding his power to be surprising. He could do a lot of damage to an opponent and he felt like he had no weaknesses, at least other than the orbs feeling funny when he was hit. Really he was feeling a little overwhelmed by it, his understanding of what he was capable of barely able to reach a manageable level when he hadn’t fought beyond the desert aliens earlier. Being able to grab Kabocha he clasped it with a fair good grip, his other hand moving up but instead it was kicked away and quickly he released Kabocha. That blow felt a little strange, but then again he hadn’t been hit directly all that much so maybe it was a fluke. Shaking his hand he tried to find Kabocha again, looking around quickly as he tried to follow the strange images. It was odd, it looked like he was there but he didn’t smell like he was there. Trying to be cautious he turned around quickly, trying to catch up to him before he was suddenly struck in the back, his whole body being pushed over and he immediately tumbled down, his chin smacking on the floor with a pretty solid thump.