Shu didn’t think he was weak, but it was easily difficult to believe in himself when others always thought he was. He was always told he was weak by others that weren’t his friends and if they saw him as weak then maybe he was, but he wasn’t in that instance, surely. He hurt his head really badly and for that to happen he must’ve been caught off-guard. Frowning when the General only picked on him further for what he said he let out a brief huff, rubbing his arms. “I wasn’t focusing very well, but I could had killed them all if I lost control! I’m stronger than I look…way stronger!” He didn’t want to end up arguing with the General so he moved back, holding his arms.

T’charrl saw no reason why the General would want to tease his friends, but it was definitely a call to show he was in control and he wasn’t going to let him kick him or his friends around. He had no authority here so there was nothing he could truly do other than try to make fun of them or maybe tease them. Moving forward he stood tall, flexing his claws at his sides. “Nothing has happened. I simply need to know a few things you’ve made not too clear”, he spoke up calmly, staring down at him, “I know about your methods now and why you tried to take control of one of the ancient spirits. Why can’t it remember where it belonged? Where did you take it from? What you did to it is abduction and torture to an individual not affiliated with the war, possibly further piling on your already hefty sentence. What did you do to it to force it under your will and into your serum for injection?”

Viral was trying to keep his cool but their forceful attacks to subdue him kept pulling his focus away and his concentration diminishing as a result. It couldn’t come down to this, losing control because of some annoying aliens. The worst part about it was they had more limbs to grab him with so three attackers were suddenly six with these guys being warriors themselves. Trying to keep on his feet his legs were wide apart and almost collapsing in before he managed to throw his attackers off, throwing his claws around to try and tear one apart. Managing to slice one of the aliens open he raised his other set of claws but was kicked back and prevented from finishing his attack. He was already feeling disorientated as a feeling of dread from losing and memories of being captured again coming back to him. If they wanted to kill him they would’ve been using weapons but instead they were trying to grab hold of him and push him to the ground to prevent movement. Finding it hard to concentrate as his mind fogged up he kept trying to reach for his scouter to radio in for assistance, the blurring images in front of him hardly helping his focus as he swung his other paw around to try and keep them away.