The time they had spent relaxing had felt pretty short, the reality being a lot of the time had been spent in training. Shu had been struggling with finding his own way through training and had been particularly wild, but Kai and Choi had been helping him along with some tips on how to sync up with his brother and become a near unstoppable duo. The main problem Shu had was his own self-control and the lack of it. He couldn’t control his strength nevermind the biggest problem he faced. He had been completely avoiding all training and mention of his changing problems and how they might be beneficial to nail down. He was just terrified of it is all, that and he didn’t like how different it made him feel compared to everyone else. He was scared of what he was and in denial that it even happened to him, finding it hard to keep running away from it as he continued training.

While most of his fears could be contained for now he was still afraid of the whole vehicle business and clung onto Takeshi as if his life depended on it. He couldn’t handle riding in these things when one little bump or gust could send the vehicle spinning. He didn’t get sick from the motion, just incredibly scared that something bad was going to happen. He wasn’t scared of the fighting too much, he knew it had to be done to save people but the ride down was always going to be rather nerve-wrecking. “Ah! No way! Uhhh, they will be…really umm…I’m no good at saying that stuff…” Shu muttered, trying to work off his brother’s confidence but ultimately failing to come up with his own bravado, “So we can keep beating them up and it be okay…? The last one was really hard! What if I’m not strong enough?”

Viral was particularly anxious about this fight, but not because he was worried he might not be able to fight very well, but more because he might not live up to expectations. It was his first time going back into battle with everyone else in a while that involved actual world defending. His last mission was something he couldn’t remember and the one before was simple infiltration and nothing to really try and improve over. He also had the other two Beastmen to impress and show that he was worthy of being a leader, placing a lot of pressure on him to succeed. He was sure he was going to do fine, he just hadn’t felt like he had his pride on the line too. If when they fought together and they thought he was amateurish there would be no way for him to recover and he would end up being subjugated to mockery by the other Beastmen.

Despite the concerns for his mental stabilities he was allowed to use his weapon for this run after so long of being denied it. Since the creatures they were facing were not in the realm of saving in the eyes of the others he was allowed to kill them whenever necessary, giving him more freedom and fulfilling what he was made to do. He was going to keep his blade this time round, there was no way he was going to give it up to Aito or Vegeta even with the risks that came with him having it. He hadn’t been allowed to have it for so long and all it managed to do was make him feel inadequate. Glancing to the Beastmen he soon sighed and looked the other way, only to see Yumi there before finally deciding to sit back and close his eyes. Seemed he couldn’t look anywhere without feeling awkward at this point.

T’charrl, on the other hand, was completely nervous and didn’t know where to look. He knew he was going to fight those creatures, but he didn’t know how well he would be able to keep a handle on everything too. He was worried he might hurt someone if he went on a rampage or just plain embarrassed himself. Scratching his claws against his legs he let out a sigh, glancing to Haku before looking away again as he decided he wasn’t able to strike up a proper conversation at this time. He was nervous after what happened on the other planet and how out of touch he was with his powers, something that would make him more of an asset if he didn’t figure them out properly. Eventually deciding on sighing he shuffled his feet together, staring down at them. “I-I hope…things don’t turn out too bad…” he muttered, letting out a sigh, “I don’t mean to be negative, but those creatures are really tough…”