"Nobody?... Wimpy flesh bitches! If so, I'll choose one personally!" Zenyatta growled.
Then a calm voice was heard and a man came forward, "I will."
Zenyatta looked at him.
He was a small man looking about forty.
He was a blond, blue-eyed Caucasian but having an oriental monk-like atmosphere. It was weird.
Zenyatta threw back his head and burst out laughing.
"Ha ha ha! What is that small shit?… I need a big one! Anyone else?"
The small man said coolly, "Zenyatta, you lost something. Have you found it?"
"What?..." Zenyatta flinched for a moment.
The man's puzzling words got stuck in the back of Zenyatta's mind.
"What the f… What the fuck did you say?" Zenyatta grew warm.
"You lost your way, Zenyatta." It was a calm voice as ever.
Zenyatta got totally mad and shook his fist.
"Come! Come here you little fucker! I'll mash you up with my fists!"
The big guy's dead body was removed quickly and the small man came into the cage.
Zenyatta abruptly dashed to him and threw a right straight punch.
It nearly struck the man's face but he moved just slightly to avoid it.
Zenyatta swung a left hook at once.
But his fist just split the air in vain.
Zenyatta didn't understand this situation.
The small man seemed not moving an inch but Zenyatta couldn't even touch him.
He just stood still and gazed into Zenyatta's eyes.
"Do you still have nightmares every night?"
"Fuck!... Fuck you strange little thing!" blustered Zenyatta.
He struck out wildly but the small man easily dodged every blow with just a few slow steps.