After slapping the anglo known as Mosley the nordic cyclist brings out a little container from his pocket. He opens it up and the Anglo watches in suspense as the Nordic cyclist starts eating what looks like Fly agaric. His eyes start vobbling and turning and they switch to be filled what can only be described as pure darkness. The sounds coming from his mouth resemble something a caveman would have shouted before heating out of his cave, as he charges his hands with purple energy that can only be described as the ancient force ' vril '. One bolt of lightning hits the anglo in his stomach and he falls to the ground. On the ground the anglo is shaking and turning and some dark spirit starts flowing out of his mouth with such a demonic screech. It was the jewish-spirit that left the anglo.