Battle was his element too, in some ways--but his heart had always been more human than saiyan. Right then he wasn't sure what he wanted, other than to keep kissing her. That low sound resolved itself into a faint hum of pleasure. Part of him wanted to yield and wrap an arm around her, pull her lithe curves and lean muscle against him further. The competitive part of him knew that she wouldn't yield though--she'd press her advantage the minute he let go of her blade or relaxed his guard.