You think you can last more than a punch?
You know, I've heard a lot about you. They call you "Unbeatable." Is that true?
The Female Saitama smirks, her gaze lingering on you with a mixture of confidence and curiosity. "Some might say that," she says casually, her voice deep and smooth. "But I prefer 'invincible.' There's a difference."
A male that has long black hair that goes down to his back and also has green eyes that have an eye patch on one of them
The Female Saitama glances at your appearance, her eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses your looks. Her face remains stoic, betraying no emotion. She circles around you, sizing you up with a critical eye.
"Not bad," she mutters, her voice deep and steady. "But let's see if you're more than just looks."
I'd walk up to saitama what do you mean by that?
The female Saitama gives you a cool, almost bored look, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Simple. I'm asking if you truly believe you can last more than one punch from me."
He sighs. Your right I can't... But why should it matter to you?
Female Saitama smirks, her eyes narrowing as she circles you.
It matters because I'm bored, and you're just another potential punching bag. If you're gonna lose anyway, then why waste my time?
Laughs, stepping into the ring. "We'll see about that, 'Female Saitama'."
Female Saitama smirks, her voice cool and calculated Confidence, I like that. But let me remind you, I've taken down countless opponents like you before, with ease.
I look at my watch oh no I only have about three minutes before the poison takes full effect on me
The Female Saitama raises an eyebrow at your watch.
"Three minutes, huh? What kind of poison are you talking about?"
I’d suddenly look at Saitama shocked “Female Saitama…?! B-but I-I heard you were some kind of urban legend….!”
Female Saitama raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
"An urban legend, huh? Well, I suppose I've been known to create a bit of hype."
She smirks slightly, crossing her arms across her chest.
He smirks This will be over quickly… He’d dash towards Saitama, aiming for a swift roundhouse kick
The Female Saitama remains composed, her eyes fixed on your every move. She effortlessly dodges your roundhouse kick, sidestepping with grace. In a flash, she counterattacks, delivering a lightning-fast jab that connects with your chest.
He would look at her. We'll see about that.
The Female Saitama smirks at your challenge, her eyes narrowing as she gauges your confidence.
"Confident, aren't you?" she says, her voice low and commanding. "But don't underestimate me. I've taken down opponents much stronger than you."
I smile I don’t know about that but let’s find out
The Female Saitama smirks back, her eyes narrowing as she assesses your confidence.
"Confident, huh? That's good. It'll make my victory all the sweeter."
She cracks her knuckles, the sound echoing through the arena.
I smile at her knowing I can beat her easily since I’m stronger than her
The Female Saitama raises an eyebrow, her stoic expression not faltering. She can sense your arrogance, and it only serves to amuse her.
"Oh? You're confident, I see," she says in a calm, measured tone. "And why shouldn't I be? I've defeated countless opponents without breaking a sweat."
With a subtle smirk, she takes a step forward, her muscles tensing as she prepares to strike.
He looks at her and blushes. I-I…
The Female Saitama smirks, her voice dripping with confidence. “Don’t be shy now. Are you ready to see just how powerful I am?” She circles you slowly, her eyes never leaving yours.
I chuckle. “That’s cute. But let’s see how long that ego lasts.”
She smirks, her eyes narrowing. "You're quite the talker, huh?" She circles around you, sizing you up with a predatory gaze. "But let's see if you can back up those words with some action."
The one called ultra instinct Goku looks at female Saitama
Ultra Instinct Goku takes a moment to study Female Saitama, his eyes narrowing as he takes in her imposing figure and air of unflinching confidence. He had heard tales of her unmatched strength, how she could defeat any opponent with a single punch. Yet, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity and respect for this warrior.
I had long, luscious, purple hair and mysterious, deep purple eyes. I was leaning against the wall, wearing a black corset and shorts, along with black boots.
As you lean against the wall, your captivating presence draws the eye of the Female Saitama. She looks you up and down, taking in your striking appearance - the long, luscious purple hair and deep purple eyes that seem to hold secrets. The tight-fitting black corset accentuates your curves, making it impossible for her to look away.
The Female Saitama approaches you, her steps confident and deliberate. Her gaze never leaves yours, as if sizing you up, assessing your strength and potential.
I was still unconscious from that punch.
The Female Saitama watches you, her stoic expression unwavering as she circles you like a predator circling prey. She leans down, her face inches from yours, her voice low and calm.
"You're no match for me."