Shadow Monarch in DC

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The powered up Igris launched forward, not like a knight, but like a beast untethered his great red cloak snapping through the air like a crimson flame. His longsword came down at frightning speed, and Arthur caught it, barely, his Demon King Longsword erupting in blue lightning as steel met steel. The shockwave of the clash tore through the throne room, shattering the stone beneath their feet, and ripping ancient banners from the walls. 

Arthur gritted his teeth. 

"So you're faster now." 

Igris didn't answer. He didn't utter a word since he appeared. 

He pressed, sword blurring into a flurry of slashes power behind every one. Arthur blocked, ducked, parried, but the force of Igris was relentless. One blow slammed into his side, sending him skidding across the floor, boots grinding stone, shoulder slamming into a pillar that cracked like thunder. 

He exhaled hard. 

Blood. 

A gash across his ribs. 

Arthur looked down at it, then laughed softly. 

"Alright. been a while since this happened." 

Igris was already upon him again. 

Arthur ducked under the next swing, his own sword crashing into the knight's side. Sparks flew. Violet lightning arced. But Igris tanked the blow, pivoted mid-air, and kicked Arthur square in the chest. It felt like getting hit by a falling building. 

Arthur's body rocketed back through a wall. The impact blasted a crater through three layers of ancient brick. Dust rose. Rubble fell. 

But through it all, Arthur's laughter echoed faintly. 

From the dust, he walked back in. 

His cloak torn. He even felt that his armor cracked. 

But his smile went wider. 

"Marshall level, huh…" 

"You might be the first fight I've had in a while that doesn't need holding back." 

He dashed in. A burst of black and violet left a ghost image behind. 

He appeared behind Igris, swinging low. Igris blocked, but the momentum sent him staggering. Arthur pressed the attack. He pivoted, flipped the longsword into a reverse grip, and slammed the hilt into Igris face just enough to knock the knight off balance for a second. 

Then came the barrage. 

Blue lightning snaked down Arthur's blade as he unleashed a combination of sword slashes and brutal kicks using both fists, knees, even the butt of the sword. One brutal spin-kick to Igris's side sent the knight crashing through a row of stone columns, each one shattering into fragments. 

Dust and rock erupted. 

But when the haze cleared, Igris was gone. 

Arthur's eyes flared. He raised his sword just in time. 

A red blur descended from above. Igris, falling from the ceiling like a meteor. His blade howled through the air. 

Arthur braced. 

The impact shook the throne room like a quake. 

Stone exploded. The floor split. Both fighters were knocked apart by the force. 

Arthur hit the far wall, coughing, blood at the corner of his mouth. 

"Damn… that one actually hurt." 

But then he smiled, even through the blood. 

Lightning crackled again across his blade. His body pulsed with adrenaline, pain and exhilaration dancing in his veins. 

Igris stepped through the smoke his stance still perfect. But his movements were slowing. A hair. A half-second. 

Arthur saw it. 

"I've read your tempo now…" 

He stepped forward slowly, dragging his blade beside him, leaving a trail of sparks. 

"You have strength. Speed. Form." 

"But there's one thing you don't have…" 

He vanished. 

Then appeared mid-air, right as Igris turned to parry. 

Arthur's blade swung not at the head. Not the chest. 

But at the elbow. 

A feint into a guard shift. A slight bend. A flick of lightning 

SLICE. 

The red knight's armored hand still clutching the sword was severed in one clean, brutal motion. It clattered against the floor, the blade scraping in a slow echo. 

Igris stumbled back a step his first visible reaction in the entire battle. 

Arthur landed gracefully. 

He rolled his neck, lowering his sword. 

"That's the difference, Igris." 

"I've learned to adapt." 

He pointed his longsword at the silent knight. 

"Your swordplay is perfect." 

"But you are outmatched." 

The throne room was in ruins. Walls half-demolished, pillars shattered, floor torn apart by the sheer weight of their battle. 

Arthur stood in the center of it all. 

Bleeding and grinning. 

The red knight didn't fall. 

But he did step back. 

And Arthur knew 

The fight was about to be conclude. 

**** 

OAN CITADEL -  

The grand hall of the Citadel was quiet again, but the silence wasn't peace it was the eerie aftermath of something monumental. Faint cracks still marred the polished emerald stone from the earlier confrontation. Streaks of energy still shimmered faintly across the room's surface like afterimages of power that didn't belong here. 

Hal Jordan stood before the Guardians, arms crossed, jaw set tight, boots planted like a soldier refusing to flinch. 

He'd come alone. 

"You saw it," Hal said at last, his voice carrying into the chamber. "You all saw it. No one died." 

Ganthet's eyes glowed dimly beneath his hood. "Yes. And we acknowledge that." 

Another Guardian floated forward, clasping their tiny hands. "But that does not erase what occurred here. He defied the Guardians of the Universe within our own sanctum, summoned constructs of immense danger, and corrupted the emotional spectrum's balance. It was an act of aggression." 

Hal's fists tightened. "You don't know him like I do." 

He glanced over his shoulder toward the ruined entrance of the hall. His voice lowered slightly, but the edge in it didn't fade. "Arthur Blackwynd isn't innocent. He's dangerous. Hell, he scares me sometimes. But he fights evil. Not for power. Not for glory otherwise he would be worshiped on earth.. He had every chance to kill us Lanterns and he didn't. That means something." 

"He created a ring that absorbs the emotional spectrum," another Guardian said flatly. "That is not something we can overlook. None in the universe will." 

"I'm not saying trust him," Hal shot back. "I'm saying maybe just maybe he's not the threat you think he is." 

The Guardians exchanged glances in their silent, telepathic way. 

Then one of them finally spoke. "We will no longer pursue him." 

Hal blinked. "What?" 

"It was a mistake to engage with an absorber of emotional energy this close to our home. His very presence weakens our light," said Sayd, her tone distant, as though mourning something greater. "But it is not us he must worry about now." 

Hal's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?" 

The eldest Guardian floated forward. His voice echoed. 

"There are other Corps, Hal Jordan. Others who do not tolerate imbalance same as us. If they have not already noticed him, they soon will." 

A long pause followed. The air felt colder. 

Hal stepped forward. "Are you saying another Corps might act against him?" 

A nod. 

Then another voice sharper, colder broke in: "You, Hal Jordan, are forbidden from interfering. If he falls… he falls alone. You will not aid him." 

Hal stared, eyes hard and unreadable. "You're asking me to watch an ally of earth die and not do anything about it?" 

"We are asking you to uphold your oath," the Guardian replied. "You serve the will of the Green Lantern Corps, not the will of one man." 

Hal turned without a word. 

His boots echoed as he walked away from them. Not another glance. Not another argument. Just the long march of a soldier wrestling with something inside. 

**** 

The clashing of steel echoed like thunder across the shattered throne room. 

Each swing of Arthur's Demon King Longsword cracked the air with lightning. Sparks danced with every parry. Igris's sword spoke for him swift, precise, unyielding. 

Even with one arm severed, bloodless yet defiant, the Blood-Red Commander met every blow with terrifying strength. His glowing crimson eyes. It was will pure, relentless will not survival instinct, that kept him upright. 

Arthur, on the other hand, was like a storm made flesh. His movements flowed with unnatural grace, like a dancer tracing death in the air. He pivoted mid-swing, used his free hand to redirect Igris's blade, then caught it again in time to meet the next strike. 

Then a flash of violet light. 

Arthur spun. 

Steel met steel. Sparks ignited between their blades. 

But Arthur was faster now. 

Sharper. 

More hungry. 

He twisted his wrist, sliding his blade along Igris's in a perfect angle that disarmed him not by knocking the sword away, but by guiding it into the floor with a brutal crash. The tip embedded in stone. 

Arthur didn't stop moving. 

He rotated on one heel, dragged his blade behind him like a comet tail, and struck. 

CLANG. 

Igris barely raised his arm in time to block the slash, but the force sent him skidding across the cracked tiles, landing hard on one knee. His great armor groaned with strain. His sword remained embedded where Arthur had trapped it. 

Still silent. 

Still defiant. 

Head bowed… 

Arthur approached, his steps slow, the electric growl of his sword reverberating. 

His eyes glowed beneath the shadow of his brow, locked on Igris's unmoving form. 

He stopped beside him. 

The knight's head hung low, red energy flickering in his eyes. 

Arthur raised his blade. 

Not to strike but to mark the moment. 

His voice was quiet. 

"It's time." 

Igris's chest rose. he still had the pride of a warrior. But his sword was lost. His body broken. 

And Arthur… stood like judgment itself. And he looked down at the knight with recognition and respect. 

"You were impressive," he murmured. "But this battle was mine the moment you drew your sword." 

The silence stretched. Then 

A quiet metallic clang. 

Igris's remaining arm, the one still raised in defiance, slowly lowered, and nodded his head towards Arthur.

Not a surrender. 

A salute. 

Arthur surprised at the gesture narrowed his eyes, something flickering across his expression, respect. 

Then with a single move, he spun the sword, reversed the grip, and raised it skyward. 

Lightning coiled, thunder cracked across the room and struck the final attack. 

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