If she hadn't let go of his wrist already, he's ripping it from her grasp now, readying himself.

"Son of a Namek, what is that?!" It's unlike anything he'd ever seen, in the mortal realm or Other World, and all he's got is his reflexes and natural strength now. It hears him yell, taking him as its first target and slashes viciously at his face. He barely manages to get out of the way, the scythe coming too close to his face for comfort.