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Not even the subtle shuffle from disrupted grains of sand could be heard when a substance that looked as though consisting of metallic liquid swiftly slithered perfectly flat against the canyon floor. It abruptly stopped only a few feet below from where the only individual present hovered and suddenly began to squirm erect from the ground.
In a matter of seconds, what initially looked nothing more than a mere "puddle," remarkably shape-shifted into the form of a slender woman. A silver film molded into the distinctive shape of a pair of small feet. The same film which covered the entire frame quickly melted away into the soles of those feet until the visage of a tangible, young, seemingly human woman stood firmly below from the other human-being.
Green eyes of an abysmal depth glared up to them with the unflinching steadiness like that of a predatory hawk while her arms were stiffly crossed against her chest as if she was guarding something precious within; But such a concept was simply inconceivable for her "sort". An expression virtually void of any enthusiasm finally uttered a voice accented in calm frigidness, "You're the one entitled 'Krillin'." She paused for a second, although no breath was truly needed to be inhaled. "Exactly, what benefits do your martial skills have to offer me?"