The Dark Saiyan was now involved in the melee. Any one of these fighters alone dwarfed her in terms of power level, but looking at the way they fought, they hadn't been trained in martial arts to anywhere near the degree that she had. Their moves, though so swift that if Violet's opticals didn't have the most accurate cameras of her era, she wouldn't even be able to see them, were actually predictable. After two minutes of watching, she had sussed out the styles and patterns of every single one of them, and despite the large gap in their power levels, could survive unmolested in a fight with a single combatant. She did not want to get involved unless she was attacked, though. She would be no match for two of them, and even if they were sparring for fun, with this much power, she could not survive two of them. She stayed where she was, floating in the air, arms folded.

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She could feel her own power. If she had to put a number on it, somewhere between 250,000 and 300,000. Kaliflur had rested, though not yet recovered, she was training on her little island, slowly at first. She planted two hundred punches on a palm tree in under one second and then before the fruit of it that had been detached reached the ground, did three hundred laps of the island.

Just taking it slow and steady. She didn't want to over-exert herself and risk stinting her recovery.