Logan found an empty seat and settled in, watching the fight unfolding in the arena below.
On stage, a young man with taut, corded muscles traded blows against a slender man wielding a long spear.
Brawn, the muscled one, slammed his fist into the ground. The shockwave was instant and massive, lifting the slender man off his feet and hurling him toward the crowd.
Just before he crashed into them, an invisible barrier shimmered into existence around the arena's edge.
He slammed into it and dropped, blood trickling from his orifices, his face already draining of colour.
He raised one hand weakly.
"I… admi—" before he could finish, another shockwave hit him.
His head swam. Before he could register what was happening, Brawn had already closed the gap and drove a fist toward his skull.
Bang!
His head burst like a watermelon, a slick spray of blood and white matter painting the ground.
