Oh, probably. [Not much could stand up to a good Kamehameha, after all.]

[With the catgirl well and truly escaped, the old master turns to face the girl who'd interrupted him. Speaking of not his type, eesh. Come back when you've put on a dozen years and a dozen inches in a couple relevant measurements, huh?] I suppose if she's running from whatever that is, we probably ought to deal with it. That'll show her what an old master can do!