Good Job, Krillin

"They're so fast! I can't see them! Where are they?!" Yamcha and Krillin collided again. To the audience and the announcer, the two had become twin black shadows, constantly kicking up fierce gusts all over the arena. Waves of wind and the booming impacts of fists and kicks surged toward the stands, drawing cries of alarm from the spectators. The audience hurriedly watched as the two black shadows flashed from the center of the arena to its corners.