The low-class Saiyan stood with her arms crossed, her tail bristling before furling with excitement; after a moment of anticipation, she would uncross her arms ball her fists to get into a brawler-like stance.

“Hmph! I don’t have my scouter, but I can already tell… you’re weak! This’ll be a breeze…!”

With that, a burst of ki escaped as volatile aura, and she would advance with a blitz.