“Worried wondering if I will ever be worthy enough to fight you?? Your type of worrying is hoping only that they will ever be battle-ready!” Viral shouted as he swung out at Takeshi, not missing a beat in his steps, “When was the last time you didn’t mention training or fighting to someone when asking about their condition??” He wasn’t going to give Takeshi a chance to give any sort of rebuttal when all of them were going to be the same anyway. He would just give an excuse like he forgot to. Takeshi was only making excuses at this point and it was irritating him greatly, making him wonder why he was even trying to let out his frustrations to Takeshi when they will all probably fall on deaf ears. Takeshi was never the one to care for anything other than himself.

Stopping briefly he waited for Takeshi to stop moaning before throwing himself forward once more, throwing in multiple attacks once more. He stopped not for the attacks that managed to get through his own offence, taking the hits straight up with hardly a flinch before throwing his own to knock Takeshi to the ground. His frustration was getting the better of him very quickly and watching Takeshi fall to the ground like that had Viral moving towards him, holding his fist as if he was ready to immediately strike the moment he got up. Angry that Takeshi wasn’t treating him in the fashion he should had been from the very start he glared at him as Takeshi tried to speak for himself. Pausing for a moment as Takeshi stood up he stared at him with increased doubt, his fist lowering slightly. “Impossible? When have you counted me as a friend if only to get yourself out of an argument? Is calling me a 'friend' supposed to mean something?” he questioned him before lowering his fist, “What does it mean to you, anyway??”