Takeshi felt like an idiot for getting thrown like that, it was such a basic thing and yet he hadn't seen it coming. They had practiced the same sort of thing at least a dozen times over when he was on Kortal, how in the hell didn't he expect it? Because he was an idiot now T'charrl was facing off alone against Krom, at least temporarily. Snarling angrily when Krom took a blatant shot at him he started back at the man, watching as T'charrl was knocked away from the man. "Elite? Screw that, I'm already better than you!" the Prince snapped, vanishing and reappearing just above Krom, Ki in both hands before he threw it down. Following after his own blast he went right into the cloud that formed, trying to attack his opponent from either side, aiming to hit him in the ribs and maybe break something, slow him down. "Don't underestimate me!" Whether his strikes to the side landed or not he'd just keep going, throwing punch after punch just wanting to hurt Krom.

Yamate didn't have any desire to end this battle too soon, but much akin to being swarmed by flies it was both a nuisance and a waste of his time. He was not here to gauge the strength of these children, it was his own two sons he was more interested in. To the credit of these four they did manage to get him off balance, albeit it was hardly equivalent to winning the fight. They wouldn't heed his words, so perhaps a show of strength was in order to be rid of them. Gathering up Ki all over his person he released it at once in a concussive blast, a largely invisible yet powerful shockwave that shot out with him at the epicenter. The twins were the first to go, being thrown aside like paper in the wind as they each slammed into the pavement quite hard. Yumi was sent off in the near opposite direction, flying through an already broken window and ending up in a ruined building; Haku was thrown into a metal container, denting it before collapsing at the foot of the object. Smirking amused at how easily they had been defeated, Yamate wiped the corner of his mouth and took a glance around to try and spot his other son. It seemed like his youngest hadn't grown at all over these few months, he was just as meek as ever.

"Come now Shu, that's no way for a proud warrior to behave," Yamate said aloud, laughing as he began approaching the young Saiyan, "Show some mettle, or at least suck up your fear and fight with it, don't cower like a newborn. Do you honestly mean to tell me that this is what my son has to offer?" At least Takeshi was fighting, albeit he was just as reckless and predictable as ever. Shu had the potential to be so powerful, yet he'd never be able to show that if he was too cowardly to even watch a fight, let alone participate in one. Taking a casual glance at the twins crumpled along the pavement he sniffed in disinterest, giving a soft click of his tongue before smiling at Shu again. "No one is left to protect you, it's time for you to fight my son," the King mumbled, suddenly dashing ahead and coming to a standstill right before his youngest, grinning amused, "Or will you let their efforts be for naught?"