Channeling Moros

Simon was caught by the scruff of his neck, his eyes widened in horror, the glasses he wore made them seem even bigger than they actually were.

The man turned him around and his hand completely covered his scrawny neck, another hand had already formed a fist that was the same size as the boy's head.

He cowered at the face of absolute power, he closed his eyes shut, hoping the beating would take just a second. He was actually praying that a single punch took him from the land of the living to the land of the unconscious.

Nobody else saw it not even himself but before his eyes closed a light that didn't belong there flashed through his eyes.

That was also when Viktor announced the end of the matches.

"Oh can you believe the kid's luck? The guy didn't get a single punch in and already times up just when he's about to do what he came here for."