Let's get right to the point. I'm here to win. I didn't care how much the target screamed, I'd make sure it was over in seconds. First round seemed easy enough, so let's get this over with "Hey. Don't blink" were the only words of advice I had for chef boy over there.

(Try to lengthen your topics slightly, but, I am awarding you this victory. Put him out of his misery.)

So to be honest, this guy comes out, stands there, and a whole lot of nothing happens. No speech, no witty retort, no display of power.... I couldn't figure out what this boyo's deal was if I had tried. So rather than allow the crowd's attention to wither and die, I'd amaze them. "Pay attention. Don't blink. If you do, you'll miss it." I spoke loud enough to reach the ears of the stadium. I created a smooth dome of pure darkness, obscuring their view. It was easy for me to control it, but it was also all I could do. Any more than that and I wouldn't be able to hurt my target. That wouldn't do. I'd then slip inwards, claw the fucker up till he bled, then bring him to his knees and crush his rib cage inward. He'd live, but he'd regret fighting back. It'd be a lesson for him. Fight or die. I'd return to my original position, then dissolve the dome, revealing a shrouded mystery to the audience. "This is what I can do. Don't forget it."