Jolthar's arm was perhaps two inches from the table. Victory was seconds away for Henricus.
Then Jolthar stopped resisting and instead channeled a fraction—just a fraction—of his actual power.
He was just toying with Henricus.
"Actually," Jolthar said conversationally, "I'm stronger than you can imagine."
In one explosive motion, he reversed the pressure completely. Henricus's eyes went wide as his arm was driven back with irresistible force. He tried to rally, pouring all his enhanced strength into resistance, but it was like trying to stop an avalanche with willpower.
SLAM
Jolthar drove Henricus's hand down onto the table with enough force to make the wood crack slightly. The sound echoed through the suddenly silent hall.
For a moment, no one moved.
Henricus stared at his pinned hand in disbelief. He had been winning, had been seconds from victory, and then had been completely overwhelmed in an instant.
Jolthar released his grip and leaned back casually.
