Each time Shu plucked a rock out of his leg Takeshi couldn't help but wince, finding the whole thing very uncomfortable. It felt much better not having all of that junk sticking into him, but once it was removed too he became acutely aware of the wounds they left behind. Thankfully even with his [i]very[/i] limited medical knowledge Shu was prompt in patching him up, actually not doing a half bad job with it all things considered. "Hah... It's not that I don't think you're smart enough," Takeshi lied, totally thinking that, "I just... Figured you'd never done this before, you know? Gathering food is one thing, treating wounds is a whole different thing. Hey, you're doing an awesome job though buddy." Ugh, though he was probably going to be sore as hell for a couple of days, and that wasn't even to mention what Shu was so generous in pointing out; sitting down and walking around in general was going to be a real bother. Maybe he could just cut out the middle man and fly, though that would definitely get tiresome after a bit. Smiling with relief as the final rock was picked out of him the older boy let out a sigh, grabbing the roll of bandages from Shu and going about wrapping the gash on his forehead himself. Well the little guy had definitely wrapped him up, perhaps a little too tight as he found it a bit tricky to flex his legs. Sitting up rigidly Takeshi groaned as he put pressure on the wounds, awkwardly leaning back to alleviate some of it. "Man... This sucks... Stupid rocks."

Aside from the broken arm Vegeta was hardly as bad as Takeshi, only having a few minor cuts and bruises really. Nodding appreciatively as Yumi got his injured limb into a sling he glanced back towards the battle, his stomach aflutter with anxiety as he wondered how the fight was progressing. Neither of the two out there were someone he wanted in that situation, their conditions far too precarious to be taking such risks. He knew there was nothing that could be done for it now, yet that didn't keep him from dreading and fearing the worst. "They had better be alright... Maybe I should go back..." Vegeta mumbled, frowning as he began to get up onto to be pushed back down by Yumi. Glancing up at his friend for a moment he relented, scoffing as he glanced away and ran his hand through his dirty, matted hair. "Fine... But as soon as they're done I'm going to get them. I don't know what good I am to them at this point but I've got to keep trying."

"We can all help too, you know. You're not the only person who is useful around here," Yumi remarked, frowning as she placed her hands on her hips. She and Sasha were doing their parts to help out, and even Shu was too for that matter. As far as her own injuries were concerned they were already beginning to heal, or they must be as she noted the soreness was quickly fading. A byproduct of her unique nature, perhaps? She'd never noticed quick healing before, nor could she explain why it seemed to come up now or what had prompted it to. Not that she was going to question it, having her body heal itself meant she could focusing on helping everyone else, which was nice. Satisfied that Vegeta wasn't going to run off anywhere Yumi went over to where Haku and the frost demon were sat, checking up on both of their bandages to make sure everything was nice and neatly done. "So... Are you going to share your name with us, or do we have to guess?" Yumi asked, smiling slightly as she glanced over at the alien. Caution came in part thanks to Viral's recounts of their species, but she was trying to keep an open mind and not make any sudden judgments. "My name is Yumi, and these are my friends."

The monster was absolutely livid, it wanted to devour all of these fighters and be done with this. If its master came around and found it had failed it would be killed, that was too if these ones didn't do that first. Struggling with its injuries and Viral's new found strength it was quickly reaching its limit, seeing no other option than to try and blast its enemies away. Lashing out at the Beastman it began to amass energy as well, intending to blow apart the machine and hopefully expose its prey inside. In the process of doing so however there was a notable pain in its stomach, as if something inside was rapidly expanding and threatening to burst out. Looking down the monster roared when a blade cut clean through, and the wound promptly made even bigger when T'charrl climbed out, leaving a gaping hole in its body. With an injury like that it was bound to die and it knew this, meaning now its only option was to try and kill the fighters. Growling weakly as it swayed in its spot the monster used its remaining limbs as posts, stabilizing itself once more as its head reared up, energy quickly amassing like before. This time it would use more, and it would intend to kill rather than just injure the fighters. If it was going to die here then fine, it resolved to, but it would do so fulfilling its master's wish.