"...Richard, bring me that pyramid," Robin commanded in a steady voice that carried a mix of calm authority. Without turning his gaze, he pointed toward Marshal Zannox. Robin's eyes remained fixed on Pythor, as though his opponent alone was the sole threat in today's game of chess.
"Understood," Richard responded swiftly, without hesitation. In less than a moment, he lifted his left heel from the ground and slammed it back with a burst of green energy injected into the ground in a flash.
Shaaaa.
Time seemed to halt for everyone except Robin, who subtly activated his Eye of Truth to observe every detail without missing a beat, and Richard, the one wielding the technique. All the others could do was widen their eyes and await the inevitable. And the inevitable didn't take long to arrive—BOOOOM.
