Before everyone's cautious gazes, Stark lifted his arm, an explosive aura emerging from his body.
"Heaven's Spear," he whispered, pointing at the sky, "Angel of the Spear, come to my rescue."
A rift tore through the sky, turning it into a golden color, and from it emerged a giant figure.
Stark's arm stayed raised, the massive angelic figure above him radiating an overwhelming aura.
Its form towered over the battlefield, its colossal spear resting easily in one hand.
[What do you wish for me to do, master?]
The angel spoke, his voice loud and thunderous as he had the spear in hand, ready to throw it.
"If I ever say the word 'GO', then launch it, and if they try to attack me, throw it as well," he instructed, and the angel nodded.
All of the participants now knew they couldn't act out.