[As much as grabbing a weapon known to be effective against invading attackers would be the smart thing to do, some people are so battle obsessed that the idea of fighting with anything but their own strength is quite frankly insane.

Well, alright, maybe that's not a universal experience.

But either way, Cell's engaged with one of the attacking creatures. Not to protect the people here, or to assist in any kind of effort to play the hero. He just wants to test himself, especially now that the feeling of having lost so much of his power is evident. What would have once been enough to decisively end a battle is now simply a means of stunning the great beast, blasting its leg with streak of light that does nothing but force it to stumble a bit, rather than cause any real damage.

More than anything, it's just frustrating him.]

Well, this could be going better...

[Lend a hand? Hopefully you were smarter than he is and actually have something substantial. Like a vehicle mounted gun.]

[If you're around the shower area at all, you might just catch this guy coming out of them as well. He walks right in and out as he was, given what looks like armour on his body is simply his exoskeleton, and even the pair of black wings on his back flicker a little in an effort to dry themselves off. If you're close enough you might even get sprayed with water droplets!

But if not, then you might notice he's actually wounded on his abdomen. His big stupid plan of fighting the monsters from early was...a big stupid plan, so injuries were to be expected, but instead of worrying or trying to tend to it at all he's simply observing it and looking...frustrated. Not the frustration you'd expect from someone with an injury, but more in line with discovering your fridge suddenly stopped working.]

...what a joke. Once I could've easily regenerated something like this without even thinking about it.