Viral was fair impatient right now, especially when the others were now here. They didn’t believe in his strength and were constantly trying to reassure him that he was probably stronger than they were, but all those were doubts and lies just to stop him from ‘moaning’ as they called it. If he had to go down then he’d show them what he was made of before that happened and that he wasn’t helpless, he didn’t need others to baby him just because of some condition. The Saiyans were too scared of the monster, they couldn’t kill it with their punches or their Ki so naturally they were scared. Viral wasn’t scared, death wasn’t something he was afraid of even when he knew his fate in the afterlife.

Keeping his head low when Vegeta groaned at him, he looked to the ground as he was gradually lowered, finally able to stand on his own feet for once. Rubbing his arms slowly, he looked back a little and gave his face a wipe before he looked back to Vegeta, “I don’t want to be flown around, anyway…” He knew there was something he could do, but so long as he was able to kill the monster then it would be worth the effort and power behind his next attack. Watching as Vegeta moved in to give the monster a good few hits, he slowly moved into position and got himself ready to attack the monster.

Hard knocks wasn’t going to do it, the monster was definitely resistant to solid hits. It was definitely a case that he was the only one with the weapon here that could successfully damage this monster. Watching it carefully, he gave it a steady stare as he held onto his cleaver, his hands shaking slightly in his weak moment as he concentrated his power to prevent a moment like before. He had one shot at this, the others wouldn’t be able to stop this thing.

Keeping steady and watching the creature, he locked his gaze upon it and waited until it finally came running at him. Viral didn’t move, instead he kept concentrated and still as it came straight for him. The monster may had been terrifying to the young Saiyans, the thought of death approaching was probably not the most comfortable thought to them; however, to Viral he was just holding off death when he should had been killed years ago. Growling lowly, he watched the monster come barrelling towards him before he made a sudden movement, bringing his cleaver up. The moment he moved out from his shoulders sprouted ghostly yet solid arms, a long blade in each of the hands before he suddenly pushed forward, forcing all blades at the beast and immediately swiping them at it, trying to cut it up before it could get to him.