This was turning into a battle what was bound to go nowhere fast. On one hand Viral was quick and could duck in and out to evade blows, yet he couldn't inflict any real damage. And while the god was incredibly durable it was too slow to normally strike him. If nothing changed soon then it would become a contest of endurance, and with the lack of sunlight it wasn't going to be in the Beastman's favor. After missing two successive attacks the creature was becoming a little bit flustered, having difficulty keeping up with his opponents quicker movements. Matters were only further complicated when a sudden and unexpected explosion tore through the roof of the temple, bringing the fight to a temporary pause as everyone looked towards the sound. The female had caused it, though the reason behind her destroying his home he couldn't say. All the creature knew was it was bothersome, and for the moment his violent intentions turned towards Yumi. Like Viral she was too quick, and after missing yet another strike a boulder fell onto the creature's head. It wasn't enough to do damage despite its large size, but big enough at least to confuse it temporarily. That was all the opening that Viral would need.

Still staggering a bit the creature barely had time to register what the Beastman was doing with his energy. When the attack was fired there was no helping it, the blast was going to hit. Taking the shot right in the upper left portion of its chest the creature made another rather loud sound of discomfort. The blast managed to chip away some padding, making it crack and flake off as it fell to the ground in chunks. The blast did not exclusively stay contained on the armor, and as things settled Viral could likely see some singed flesh around the impact zone. Fur had been burnt away to reveal the skin underneath, fair red from the heat of the attack. Lifting its hand to cover the wound for a moment the creature glared at Viral, furious now for being injured, however minutely. It also became precariously aware that it could indeed be injured by this alien, now caution was needed. "A burn... And a few cuts. Is this all you can inflict?" the god chided. Already it had picked up that Viral had a bit of a temper, it could exploit that and perhaps make him make a mistake. Then, without even seeing any hint of it another blast hit the creature, this time in its unprotected lower back. Howling angrily it reached back with its hand again, feeling more charred skin and burnt fur where it had hit. A look back confirmed it was the female once more.

Yumi had taken cover as the roof was collapsing, and with the debris done falling she opted to play more of a part in the fight. Having some sunlight in the room was helping both Viral's power and her nerves, now she felt far more comfortable. Having landed a successful attack too only served to embolden her, though not to the point of foolishness. While she knew this was still Viral's fight she'd only throw in the occasional attack, enough to pretty much be an obnoxious mosquito. This had to be his battle, she'd only intervene if absolutely necessary. This attack had just been for fun. 

That girl was definitely a nuisance. but she wasn't the primary threat. Her attack hadn't hurt nearly as much as Viral's had, and she didn't have two swords. Bothersome as she may be she wasn't going to be the target, not yet anyways. Turning back towards Viral the creature moved both hands to the Beastman's side, and dismissing any caution about what it was doing it then tried to clamp both hands around the alien, hoping to crush it in its grasp.

The fighting was effectively over now, and T'charrl had to be seen to then. Takeshi didn't so much have a problem with that as he did with not knowing what to do. A brief flashback of the mention of food gave him an idea, and he promptly retrieved the cart of food for his friend to eat. While it didn't seem to do the trick entirely it calmed the Kaesstrian enough to talk at least, a good start if nothing else. Things like this happened quite a bit in their group, he wasn't truly inexperienced when it came to people sort of... Snapping. Hell, he was guilty of it pretty often himself, it was something he knew all too well. Never was someone happy with themselves after the episode, and sure enough T'charrl stayed true to that form. Takeshi couldn't help but feel sympathetic, it wasn't a very appealing thing to go through. Nor was it helpful to think your power was getting away from you, as his friend seemed to be lamenting over. 

"Maybe you shouldn't. I mean it did get away from you after one fight." Takeshi said, crossing his arms before looking at T'charrl sternly. "Or you can call it a fluke and keep going. Things like this happen, and one or two instances don't make you incompetent or unable to keep yourself under control. Until any of us master our power it's going to happen, it's a fact that I've had to accept after doing what you just did gods know how many times." Softening up a little he smiled, dropping his arms and giving T'charrl's shoulder a gentle patting. "I might have saved you this time, sure, but that doesn't mean you'll need saving again. Have more confidence in yourself and you won't need anyone else to help you out if it happens again. I mean come on T'charrl, you're the first of your kind in space. You beat General Yusef, you can fight these creatures. If anyone can get themselves sorted out it's you." 

As to where the creature had gone off to Takeshi could only offer a clueless shrug. It wasn't in the den, and as far as he was concerned that was all that mattered. They would find it later at some point, especially if they enlisted the help of others to track it down. The monster's demise wasn't a question of if, but when. Hopefully T'charrl wouldn't beat himself up too much over it escaping then. Seeing as how there was no longer any immediate danger Takeshi went over to the den's entrance, kneeling down and poking his head inside. "Shu? It's safe now, you can bring them out!" he called, his voice echoing through the systems that led inside. Pulling himself out and back to his feet the Saiyan smiled a bit, satisfied with what they did manage to accomplish. One of them was dead anyways, and the other near so. Plus the child was safe now, that was a job well done. What he wasn't so thrilled with however was his performance in that fight, particularly with his sword. Glancing at the hilt sticking over his shoulder he gave it a small nudge, debating on taking it out of the sheath again before dismissing the idea with a sigh. "Why bother...? I can't use it..." he mumbled, dropping his hands into his pockets and scuffing his foot against the dirt. He needed lessons, no doubt about it. The question then was who did he go to; T'charrl, or Viral?