Everywhere descended in silence after seeing how easy Adrian stopped the force.
<...WHAT... WHAT IN THE VOID DID WE JUST SEE?!> the announcer's voice finally crackled, a high-pitched squeak of pure disbelief.
But the standstill didn't last. The Vortex Counter spun to life in Adrian's palm, absorbing and neutralizing the cataclysmic impact, the force of the blow sending cracks through the metal floor around him, but not touching him.
Grok tried to pull his maul back. He couldn't. Adrian's grip was like a steel vise.
The entire arena, which had been a deafening wall of sound, fell into a state of absolute, stunned silence.
"My turn," Adrian's voice, amplified by the suit's external speakers, cut through the quiet.
He yanked Grok forward, using the Grak's own immense weight to pull him off balance. Phantom Steps. He was inside Grok's guard.
