"You really do like to talk." Trunks snorts, flourishing his sword slightly before resuming his two-handed grip, and a ready stance. "I'm the one who kills you."

Before Trunks charged forward to do just that. Slicing with his sword, and if needed, using hand-to-hand to back it up as well as short-ranged ki blasts. Whatever it took to leave her in pieces and then to obliterate those pieces into nothingness.