[before the matches]
[This is not Moji's scene. At all. He doesn't like violence, watching it or becoming involved in it, and he barely knows any of the people involved so there's no element of cheerleading involved. So why is he here?
Well - he's had a rough few days. People have begun to punch holes in his control, both through telepathy and simple deduction, and the irritation is getting harder to hide. Without any fondness of violence or arguing, he's got no way to work out the aggression that's building inside of him, the urge to lash out at the next person who doesn't take him at face value.
So he's decided that maybe, just maybe, being in a place so full of aggression will help him to vent some of his own. If he watches people fighting and imagines himself in their place - will it help? He doesn't know, but it's worth a try. He's sipping from a cup of hot cocoa and waiting idly for the matches to begin, apparently just another audience member eager to see a fight.]