Seeing that everyone was froze, Joltar saw the opportunity.
He moved like a shadow, swift and silent, closing the distance between himself and Remon in the blink of an eye.
Remon barely had time to react before Jolthar's blade came down in a clean, precise arc, severing the hand that held the sceptre.
The limb fell to the ground, the sceptre still clutched in its lifeless fingers.
He took a moment to realize what just happened, and Remon stared in shock, his mouth opening in a soundless scream as he looked from his severed arm to the hand lying on the ground.
"YOU!! What do you think you are doing? Do you know who I am?"
Jolthar scoffed, "Ask your mother!"
Jolthar didn't give him a chance to recover.
With a swift kick, he sent Remon sprawling onto his back, his foot pressing down on the man's chest with enough force to knock the air from his lungs.
"Argh! You can't do this to me. My sister will kill you."
