Trunks didn't often get that close either, but he'd expected this based on how he'd tangled the whip-like blade up. What he wasn't used to, was being that close (even in combat) to a woman. Not that he'd been around many woman in his life who weren't his mother, or weren't trying to kill him like android 18.
Which meant he was just as startled, and moved when her shoulder pushed in and against his sternum and she hooked his ankle in turn. Twisting as he fell, taking advantage of the boosts super-saiyan provided in speed (among other things). Dropping his hand from her own and using it to cartwheel away so that all that chained them was the plasma-whip still coiled around his other arm.
Shaking that arm to uncoil the whip and continue into a back-flip, out of her range. A moment to eye the ruined fabric of his forearm, and a nod to her. "Good to know you're prepared for that tactic." Still with that smirk though, and still a hint cocky.
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Which meant he was just as startled, and moved when her shoulder pushed in and against his sternum and she hooked his ankle in turn. Twisting as he fell, taking advantage of the boosts super-saiyan provided in speed (among other things). Dropping his hand from her own and using it to cartwheel away so that all that chained them was the plasma-whip still coiled around his other arm.
Shaking that arm to uncoil the whip and continue into a back-flip, out of her range. A moment to eye the ruined fabric of his forearm, and a nod to her. "Good to know you're prepared for that tactic." Still with that smirk though, and still a hint cocky.