Viral was winded, but still functioning and still able to pull off attacks with power and precision. He had grown numb to punishing blows over time and even though he could already taste blood he couldn’t care less. Managing to force the man to back off he growled lowly, lifting his fists again looking like he was almost contemplating using his claws. He was not supposed to kill while with the rebels or rather in sight of them, but he was terribly close to breaking that and was becoming very quick to becoming the killer he was trusted to avoid becoming. He just had a lot of hatred for this man, even when he wasn’t supposed to care about what he was shouting at him. Yumi would just be the kind of person to tell him that none of it mattered and that she shouldn’t listen to his obvious attempts to provoke him, but it was different than that. Watching as the man decided to immediately boost straight for him again, throwing himself forward before being caught in the tackle, his heels digging into the ground as he was forced back and threw the wall of a building. Despite the early battering he was receiving he continued to hang in there, his anger increasing with each attack he was forced to block. “I am more durable than you can ever imagine! You think I would be undone by this??” he shouted, immediately throwing his own punches through the man’s own force, “I am no longer a subject to torture and spite! There is nothing holding me back!” Fighting these Elites would be a lot easier if they could just get a hold of one and properly humiliate them to throw them off, but instead they were being thrown off when their opponent was expecting something like the twins. Of course the Saiyans would have knowledge that the twins would be with the rebels when reports of their deaths had never been made, plus knowing that two Saiyans who looked the exact same existed was something rare enough that a quick side note could be made about them and how to fight against their techniques. It was just annoying and if they could get around that nuisance they could take out these guys easily. With both of them feeling annoyed at the circumstances when Kabocha decided he wanted to swap they were both quick to jump on the opportunity to swap, quickly pulling themselves back before vanishing from their two opponents and heading straight for Kabocha’s opponent. If this guy was as difficult as Kabocha made him out to be then they would just have to be smarter. Keeping together for a moment the rubble quickly caught their attention, both looking down at it before swapping positions in a flash, both quickly firing Ki at the debris before one of the twins vanished, the twin in front charging a Ki blast again as the other came flying down from above as he aimed a punch for the guy’s head. ---- T’charrl smiled nervously as it was all explained, not really getting into it as much as they all were. He didn’t know if it was going to be a good thing or a bad thing, whether it might be used to sneak into cities or if people were just going to use it normally to travel safely. He didn’t know how the forests would feel about it or how it might affect the creatures underneath. There was also a lot of water underground, it could prove dangerous if it shifted unexpectedly. There was a lot of factors he could think of that might be a problem while the others weren’t completely bothered, but then again they were mostly warriors and scientists who always moved forward, rarely thinking of the past. They were different from him and he was different from everyone else so naturally their views would never be the same. Trying to remain positive despite his feelings he looked to his father as he interrupted Katas’ ramblings, letting out a brief sigh as he dropped his shoulders. “I hope I still recognise something, even if I didn’t get to see much of the surface city in my life”, he spoke, rubbing his claws together, “I don’t want to feel too alienated again…” Despite everything he was doing he still felt like the odd one out, like he wasn’t meant to fit in and was meant to keep out of everyone’s way even if it meant leaving the planet. He had felt isolated all his life so it was nothing new, just different circumstances. Sighing a little, he looked to Haku when he gave his thoughts, staring at him for a moment before looking down the tunnel too. “I don’t feel I’ve seen enough of my own world to know how much it’s changed compared to what it was hundreds of years ago…” Looking to his father again he followed after him, looking back momentarily before to the ground as his father tried to reassure him everything was going to be fine. “It’s fine…just uhh, we should learn from history and how our advancement nearly caused our destruction. I learned that from King Nema a-and he was very knowledgeable about the subject. I just hope we don’t advance so much that we end up purging our own kind all over again…” ---- Shu was pretty hyped now that he had managed to hit something, even if it was just barely. He hoped he could accomplish this without no problem and get his prize, knowing it certainly wasn’t over. Looking to Takeshi as he told him what he had to do he looked back at the targets before to the toy, frowning a little. He didn’t know how much he had to throw to get the toy or how accurate he had to be, only that there was a chance that he would fail. Feeling pressured by his desire to get the toy and to not disappoint the others with his awful aim he focused on the target, groaning a little as he raised a ball up. “Just…hit target! Hit target and get prize…” He knew he shouldn’t be feeling this much pressure but it was definitely a lot to go for when it could be the difference between showing his happiness or having to hide his disappointment so others wouldn’t get worried or fuss over him. Concentrating as if everything depended on it he finally threw the next ball, gasping when it very much almost missed. “Ah! No, I do this! It is going to be win…” he spoke quickly, trying to watch the target before throwing another ball, getting it again. He didn’t want to be getting cocky, he just had to be calm about it and not feel too much pressure. Taking the other ball he frowned a little, looking up at the target before suddenly throwing the ball, gasping and ducking as if he made a mistake. “Did I do??”