Reunion

A sigh escaped his lips as he readied himself, placing confidence in his leveled up body before–

As he looked up, a punch was already thrown his way, witnessing those oversized, callused knuckles soaring right for his nose:

"Grrh?!--"

The fist failed to reach him, finding it stopped completely by the hand of the man in glasses. Despite the complete disparity in physiques, Matteo didn't seem to struggle at all as he held the massive brawler's hand in place, "Now, now, there's no need for that. We were just passing through." 

"You?!--How…?!" Moro struggled, oozing sweat from his pores as his complexion was now as red as a beat. 

As the burly man withdrew his fist, stumbling back, the anger he exuded was palpable as his muscles seemed to somehow swell further. 

"Big mistake! I'm going to grind your bones to dust now–this is a duel!" Moro shouted, slapping his own chest as his physique was amplified.