Reginald's body collapsed heavily onto the ground.
A stunned silence followed. There was no sound, not even oohs or gasps. It was as if everyone held their breath to avoid being the next target.
Keith slowly lowered his arm, and held it in the other. His body still buzzed with electricity, making him appear unstable.
The silence lingered. Nobody seemed certain if the match was truly over.
All eyes shifted to Reginald's fallen body then back at Keith's figure that no longer crackled with electricity.
Then the cheers erupted, shaking the arena.
"WHAT THE HELL!"
"THAT WAS INSANE! IS HE WORLD ORDER HIMSELF?!"
"HE TURNED HIMSELF INTO THE ATTACK!"
"I SWEAR THESE OLPHA REGION GUYS ARE INSANE!"
Awe spread through the crowd.
The lightning surrounding Keith had not completely disappeared. Small streaks still crawled across his body. He stared down at his hands and sighed.
The crowd couldn't help but stare at him as he walked back to his starting position.
