Corrsk looked as if he wanted to be anywhere but near her. Out of contempt mostly, positioning himself so he could watch both her and the other two. There was clear surprise on his face, as he hadn't expected that. Was Zarbon all talk--not from what the Trandoshan had seen during their own 'practice'.

Zarbon wasn't given too much time to gloat though, as Trunks was coming at him again. The taller man took to the air, and narrowly dodged backwards as Trunks followed, slicing up with his sword. The scouter cracked and fell, as the two separated. Zarbon wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Well, it seems you're not one of the usual breed of humans."

Putting his hand out as he moved to get some space and let fly several small blasts of ki.

"Funny you should mention that," Trunks responded, parrying and deflecting the blasts before re-sheathing his sword. "I'm not. I'm a half-breed." Dashing in, striking out with another-high kick, blocked and then the two engaged with punches, blocks, deflections, at high speed.

It wasn't until Zarbon's eyes-widened, as Trunks had stopped masking his ki that the opening appeared. Narrowly bringing his hand up and firing a prolonged blast of energy which forced Trunks back briefly until he corrected. "I see..."

Now the smile was cruel. "Too bad, I hate using this form--but since you're proving irritating--I have no one here to impress."