Sasha didn't need to be reminded of the importance of keeping the shuttle operational, as losing it could well mean losing their way off of Namek. That aside she now had a wounded to tend to, something she luckily knew all about. Giving the monstrous behemoth one last look she pulled hard on the controls, sending the shuttle turning around as she moved it out behind a large rocky spire some few hundred meters away. Not quite willing to land just yet she threw on the auto-pilot, letting it float as it were in the air as she undid her harness. There really was no way of knowing if this person were friend or foe, but she supposed it was only right to help them. "Nothing's wrong with this crew, we just like to fight," Sasha responded, smiling amused as she exited the cab, "I could ask what's wrong with you, refusing help when you're on the brink of passing out. Speaking of which, lie down," she added, pointing to one of the cots. It would be easiest to handle things if the alien could relax, and standing there grasping at his ribs was most certainly not relaxed. Stepping past the Frost Demon she grabbed a first aid kit from a container on the wall, setting it down on a different cot and taking out its contents. Bandages, vials of healing solution, splints, chemicals to help soothe burns, there were a few goodies in here and she'd hopefully only need one or two. "I'll get you bandaged up nice and quick, but you're not to go back to that fight, understood? We can handle it."

"You got it buddy, just blast away, that's all you've gotta do," Takeshi repeated, smiling as he used one arm to hold onto his brother. Glancing back at T'charrl again he saw how unsettled their friend looked, frowning as he turned his attention to the monster. "T'charrl, just be safe. We're fighting together even if we're not side by side, you know? And we'll be nearby to help if you need it," he explained, smiling as he gave another thumbs up, "So relax, this'll work out just fine." Hopefully Ricken wasn't too much a pain in the ass, though much as he disliked the rebel it was obvious that the guy knew how to fight. Also... They knew who that artificial arm belong to now! Weird he carried around a spare, they must get wrecked pretty often then. With Shu secure on his back Takeshi took off into the air, going to the far right as Vegeta and Yumi were busy on the left. Watching as one of the several limbs came swinging at them he reached out his free hand, firing off a quick Ki blast and easily striking it, blowing it apart and watching as the limb flew off, slamming into the ground. Astonishingly he didn't see the purple mist from before, but rather a purple liquid which he could only assume to be blood seeped out, spilling onto the ground below. "Holy crap, this one bleeds!"

He would get matched with the one person to get cold feet, wouldn't he? Now more than before everyone had to be ready for battle and yet T'charrl sounded like he was about to hurl or something, wonderful. Watching on silently as Takeshi attempted a pep talk Ricken let out a sigh, glancing at his injured arm and tearing away the remnants of the ruined sleeve. "Look... I may come across as an ass, but I would never let anything happen to a comrade in battle," he explained, frowning as he looked at the Kaesstrian, "Even if they were a Saiyan. So relax, I'd sooner take one of those limbs through the chest then let it get you." Tch, unbelievable that he had to try and reassure his partner, though it wasn't unheard of even for trained warriors. People got cold feet now and again, everyone had some kind of trigger or a certain scenario they never wanted to face and perhaps this was T'charrl's. "Just do what you were doing before, let's focus on slicing off those limbs. Stay close, we might need to back each other up." Taking off then Ricken moved right in for the lower extremities, dashing around as several limbs went swinging at him. Using his metallic arm he channeled Ki into it, creating a slight aura of energy that took the form of a blade. Dodging an incoming scythe he grabbed hold of the offending arm, giving it a yank before slicing it clean off just below his hand, dropping the writhing limb on the ground and frowning seeing the blood coming out. Since when did these creatures bleed? It was one of those things from before, wasn't it?

"E-Enthusiasm...? Look at that thing! How are we supposed to fight that?" If he went into a fight thinking he had the advantage then Haku was all over it, he'd more than happily dive right in. Going into this though, with the preconceived notion he was inferior and didn't stand a chance, well he wasn't quite feeling it. Lowering his gaze shamefully he wanted to try and help, he did, but his feet felt like they were plastered to the ground. Besides, what could he hope to do that the others couldn't? He didn't offer much in the way of power, nor did he really have any outstanding, unique powers like T'charrl. Alarmed when Viral took off abruptly he lifted his head, eyes widening as he reached out uselessly at his partner. "Viral, wait!" Haku shouted, looking around fitfully before letting out a groan, "Agh... Dammit! Wait up!" Jumping off of the rise he ran after the Beastman, staring up at the monster all the while. Honestly, what were either of them going to do? Seeing motion blur in the corner of his eye he turned his head and gasped seeing a limb swooping down at them, the scythe poised to strike Viral and probably cleave him in two. Stopping in his tracks Haku placed the heels of his hands together, fingers outstretched as he gathered Ki and released a single, continuous blast. At first it didn't look like it would even cut through, but after a second his energy appeared on the other side, severing the limb as the tip flew well over the Beastman's head and crashed into a nearby rock.

This was absurd, this damned creature shouldn't even be here. How had something this massive go undetected for so long, especially with this sense that it carried with it? Furthermore why was it bleeding, none of the other creatures bled before. Vegeta couldn't deliberate for long, he was far too focused on scrutinizing every detail of their foe, trying to find a weak point to exploit. So far all they were doing was slicing off some of the small limbs, but really there were so many it would take quite a while to get them all; once all the small limbs were gone there was the matter of the larger, main arms and the beast in of itself. Seeing everyone getting busy his eyes widened in shock when he spotted Viral and Haku below, extremely concerned the Beastman was getting involved. "Viral! What do you think you're-" he began, being cut off as an arm slammed into his back and knocked him away. Catching himself in mid air Vegeta turned around, paling as one of the scythes came straight at him, throwing his hands up and narrowly catching the blade between them. Struggling to hold the limb at bay he tilted his head to the side, and with a shout of force managed to snap off the blade, using the creature's own weapon against it as he hurled it into its soft body. "You can't be here Viral, get back!"

"Vegeta, focus on the fight! He'll be fine!" Yumi shouted, dashing up as she avoided a set of swinging limbs. She was worried as could be too, but knowing Viral nothing they could say now would deter him. Haku was there, and worst case scenario she or Vegeta could race to his aid as well, as could the others. Like her friend she was becoming a bit weary of just taking off the smaller limbs, seeing no point in bothering with them. The only plus side to it she figured was that the creature couldn't well attack any one person without being hit by another, meaning the larger, more imposing talons and its gaping maw were too confused to strike so far. Maybe she could try and attack it at its core, see if she could put an end to the fight quicker. Placing her hands at her side Yumi moved back out of the creature's range, gathering up Ki at a steady pace between her enclosed hands. "Ka-me... Ha-me... Ha!" Releasing all of the Ki in a single blast she had to brace a little from it, directing the energy into the beast's side in hopes of causing some real damage. For a moment it looked to be working, the creature roared and writhed about as her blast slammed into it, yet after a moment she stopped and saw it hadn't done nearly as much as she'd have hoped. A bit of a burn to be sure, and blood was oozing out, but it was scarcely the gaping wound she was intending to create.