The Imperial Box instantly devolved into an apocalyptic meat grinder!
Arthur Sterling didn't fight with the elegant choreographed grace of a Celestial noble. He fought like a man who had spent a lifetime tearing down empires brick by brick. His movements were a terrifying blend of corporate ruthlessness and raw unadulterated street violence.
"Die anomaly!" an Imperial Guard screamed. He thrust a glowing halberd aimed directly at Arthur's heart.
Arthur didn't dodge.
He raised his left hand and forcibly fused his mastery of Spatial and Temporal laws.
"Pause," Arthur commanded.
The space around the guard's weapon literally froze in time. The guard's eyes
widened behind his visor as his momentum was violently arrested.
Arthur stepped inside the guard's reach. He brought the heavy pommel of the Ebonheart Sword crashing into the center of the man's faceplate.
"CRACK!"
