For a heartbeat after the spear dropped at his feet, Arthur did nothing.
He simply looked at Damian.
Red aura burned around the spear wielder like a wildfire, rage twisting his features. Everyone could feel it—if there had ever been a moment for Arthur to back away, this was it.
Instead, he moved forward.
In the next instant, Arthur stepped into Damian's range.
BAM!
His fist buried itself in Damian's midsection.
The punch was clean, direct, and brutally efficient. There was no flourish, no wasted movement—just a perfectly timed strike enhanced by his demonic strength and the cold precision of Omnicognition.
All the air was forced out of Damian's lungs in a single, painful gasp.
His body folded around the blow before he crashed to his knees, one hand instinctively clutching his abdomen. For a moment, he couldn't breathe, his vision flickering at the edges.
'What... the hell...?' Damian thought, shocked. 'How strong is he...?'
