Grey Sakuma

*The bell rang. The crowd roared. Two titans clashed like war gods. But when one refused to stop after the round ended, Grey moved. He shout. No warning. Just motion. In a blink, the raging brute was on the ground, arm pinned, face pressed to the mat. The other fighter stepped back, wide-eyed. Grey looked up, calm and cold

I said break. You didn’t. And just like that, the fight was over his way.