Viral had little doubt that Yumi would want to make him feel better whenever she could, but whether he could believe that she would be correct in assuming these would help him was a bit of a longshot. He did want to feel better and feel the wind on his face without the smell of despair in the air, but he was getting worse and not at all better ever since being released from the King. He was not very well and knew he wasn’t, even if his illness wasn’t that he was showing sickness. “Even if I was left by myself like this, I’d probably tire myself out, anyway”, he spoke lowly, frowning, “So long as you locked the door behind me. My only worry is I may attack you at any moment”. Despite his worries he was still willing to let Yumi in if she didn’t get hurt, even if the risk of that was fairly large. Finally making it to his room he glanced up and down the corridor, giving a frown before standing up and trying to get the keypad to work for him, struggling when it wasn’t picking up a response from his large fingers before it finally opened. His room was extremely empty and looked near enough like he had barely touched his bed if at all lately, probably because of all the time he had spent with Vegeta or near the lab on watch. Groaning, slowly he moved into his room while holding onto the wall, eventually moving into the centre of his room and just sat down, facing away from the door.

The Spirit found it so much easier to purge the corruption, but there was definitely that worry that T’charrl would never fully recover from this bout. It was quite aggressive this change and there may just be another mutation that will linger from this one, but there was no telling what that might be before it actually happened. There was no way any of their species could go through that much trauma without something happening to the sufferer. He had sustained that form for way too long, but hopefully whatever it might be it won’t be that traumatising. With Shu and Haku keeping T’charrl occupied it wasn’t long before the corruption began to recede, his fur returning and his body becoming a lot leaner. “[i]You helped him reach his second form, kept him focused so he could fight off the corruption, fed him…now, you are giving him energy, even if you blasted him in the face…[/i]” it spoke calmly, becoming much brighter as T’charrl’s form became a lot less mutated, “[i]Maybe you should tell him what you did…and maybe you should wake his friend up too.[/i]”

As T’charrl’s form soon began to resemble his largest form once more he seemed oddly weakened, even when he had received a lot of energy. His largest form had changed with his latest mutation, his face baring the horn-like adornments, larger mane with the several odd spines running down his back and limbs, but his skeletal structure had taken on a fairly hefty change. His secondary arms were lower than his main arms which had a sizeable gap, allowing him to use his secondary arms as extra legs to support the massive weight that was still his enlarged upper abdomen and arms while his main arms were free to remain off the ground, his spinal structure looking much longer between the two sets. His legs still resembled a kangaroo’s but his feet were much more spaced out as he reared up a little. Despite the massive changes they seemed almost natural, as if his form had been evolving along with his power. Trying to keep a focus on Shu he seemed to huff and puff, trying to open his large eyes before his body fell forward, nearly landing on Shu by accident.

Shu had to take a leap out of the way when T’charrl came crashing down, shuffling around his body before looking up to the Spirit and Haku, the former vanishing soon after he gazed at him. He wasn’t really able to catch what the Spirit was saying to Haku, but it probably didn’t matter all that much considering it was all over. He hoped Haku didn’t get bumped too much on the drop T’charrl took, but then again he was more worried about his friend considering Haku wasn’t exactly nice to him a lot of the time. Squeaking, Shu immediately ran around to T’charrl’s head again, giving him a pat on the snout, “Friend? Friend, are you okay…?” he asked, but with a hiccup he was soon backing off from T’charrl again as his body started to glow. With his energy lost he was probably going to change back, but the noise from T’charrl told him something else. He let out a whine instead as if something was irritating his mind, Shu tilting his head before sure enough T’charrl started to shrink. Pulling the bag to his chest he moved with him, watching him curiously before realising he was becoming smaller than he had been before, much smaller; in fact, he didn’t seem to have muscle at all. Staring at him for a moment he tried to work out why that was, but sure enough he soon realised what was happening. T’charrl had managed to shrink himself back to his more normal form, even if there was a few extras: his wings had changed to the spiny yet flowing wings and down his back and limbs were the same spines if much smaller and not as scary looking, his body still baring the orbs too if a lot smaller, his hair still long in places. He still had the horns from his transformation but even they were smaller and looked like ones he often saw other Kaesstrians with, although looking at his arms he still had those spines somewhere in there even if they were sheathed. Shu didn’t know what happened or how he managed to change back, maybe it was something in his head that did it or something temporary; either way he had to tell Takeshi about this, so long as he woke up in time to see it.

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Krom didn’t want to have to worry about the King’s sons or did he particularly want to get them back, especially when they were shielded by some fairly tough allies. The Beastman was a particular problem considering what they found out about him, knowing he was more than capable of tearing through his army should he send one. The brothers themselves were a problem, but why the King thought they were the key to winning this fight made him wonder just what was going through the King’s mind. Frowning, the King sounded like he wanted to go in himself if that was the case, feeling none too confident about that one, “My Lord?” He certainly had a fair amount of worry when it came to such a plan, but the King’s question distracted him from that. He didn’t much care to give the King an answer, he was already questioning his work ethnics and had been for a very long time so believing it was a fruitless effort was like questioning how many men he planned to throw at them to get them back, “I merely wonder how they can help turn the tide of this battle, Your Highness”, he spoke, lowering his head slightly, “How are they significant? One is a wild animal and the other is hardly a match for you, nevermind these monsters…”