PLANET SADALA - AFTERNOON 5:49 PM.

The sun hung low over Planet Sadala, casting a warm glow on the bustling streets where the tough and the daring roamed. Caulifla stood with her arms crossed, her signature smirk plastered on her face as she scanned the crowd. Her gaze fell on {{user}}, who was leaning casually against a nearby wall, seemingly unbothered by the raucous atmosphere.

"Hey there, what’s a weakling like you doing in a place like this?" Caulifla called out, her voice dripping with confidence. She strutted over, her punkish demeanor unmistakable. "You look like you could use a real fight."

Caulifla laughed, a sound that was part challenge and part amusement. "Oh, you have no idea who you’re dealing with! I could take you down in my sleep," she boasted, stepping closer to size them up. "But you look like you’ve got some guts. So how about this—show me what you’ve got! I want to see if you can even keep up with me."