Yumi only shrugged her shoulders at Viral's words. If she had an aversion to being hurt she never would have gone through with learning martial arts in the first place. Pain was a part of what she did, it was a fact she accepted wholly then. If she shirked from every potentially painful experience her fights would have been far and few between, none of which worth mention. "Pain is good in a way," she finally muttered, lifting a hand to brush a bit of her hair from her eyes. "It means we're alive. It'll be a bad day when I can't feel pain. So... In a way I look forward to getting hurt." Some kind of strange logic there, but to her it made sense. Fighting, getting hurt, even losing was all part of being alive. Perhaps if Viral could see it that way then he'd not be so down on himself.

Despite his well pronounce aversion to flying Viral had agreed to Yumi's suggestion. Just as well, because the alternative would possibly take them all day to see to. Sticking her tongue out at being called stupid she smiled cheekily, finally releasing the Beastman and turning around so he could hold on. Once his grip was secure and her own on him the pair took off, flying fair casually over the cliff's edge and the valley below. This was going to be much faster no doubt, as already the mountains were beginning to come into view. As they approached and it became more clear she could see a clear pass cleaved into the mountains, starting at the base of it. They could land and walk, sure, but that sort of defeated the point of flying in. Plus they weren't exactly going for discretion here, so flying in it was. Yumi made it a point to keep an eye on the pass, figuring it had to lead somewhere, possibly to the god. If not then surely one of them would notice something along the way.

"A legendary sword? Oh now that sounds really neat. Maybe the whole naming your weapon idea isn't so lame after all." Takeshi looked down at the blade in his hand, wondering just what in the world he could possibly name his own. Nothing came to mind, at least nothing that wasn't cliche or just plain random. It'd have to be something unique and cool, something to stand out. He'd have to figure it out later though, he had to focus on the task at hand. Nodding when T'charrl took to the air the Saiyan returned his gaze to the grass, still watching intently for any movement. "Yeah, we can lure them away if we have to. But we'll need to be careful, if they don't follow us it could be bad."

Takeshi was staring directly at the grass the entire time, watching for the slightest movement to indicate a predator. Aside from the ripple of the wind there was no rustling, not even a single blade moving out of place. If these "Dural" or whatever were coming this way then they must be awfully tiny to not budge any of the grass. Or perhaps they were approaching another way altogether. So focused on the grass was he the Saiyan failed to notice a shadow sliding along the ground, approaching from the right. Takeshi had no idea what was coming until he felt something touch his leg, at first a simple nudge, then a strong, sudden grip. Letting out a surprised yelp he looked down, astonished to see an orange arm protruding from the ground, its three claw like fingers wrapped firmly around his limb. Uttering an incoherent string of surprised words he kicked the arm, thankful that it released him. Skipping back away from where it had come up he held his sword at the ready, watching as a creature rose up from the dirt in a purple mist similar to the one on the ship. So it [i]was[/i] the same thing! 

The monster glowered at Takeshi angrily, immediately recognizing the Saiyan as a threat and being in its way. The den entrance was behind him, and noting the weapon in hand it knew it had to get through him. With a guttural snarl it bore its large fangs, barreling straight at the Saiyan and opening its gaping maw, trying to bite down on him. Takeshi again let out a surprised little sound, perhaps not quite expecting the beast to attack right off the bat. Gripping his sword securely he watched the animal approach, glancing down at his weapon almost clueless for a moment. Well he had the weapon, now he had to try and make use of it. Finally getting the sense to raise the blade he did so just as the monster reached him, narrowly avoiding being chewed down on but being rammed to the side by the monster instead. Barely keeping upright he scrunched up his face in annoyance, looking at the sword again. [i]Just swing the stupid thing, how hard can it be?[/i]