Forged Destiny [Book 5: Ch. 15]

He raced forwards with both swords ready to cut the man's feet from under him, but the figure turned and raised both hands, revealing no weapon. Instead, he barked a single command.

"HALT!"

I tripped.

It was hard to explain, but I tripped. Both my feet had stopped working for an instant, and since my momentum was still very much forwards, I fell hard, only just catching the floor with my shoulder as I skittered forward. Corvo was no better, practically somersaulting into the steps leading up to the dais and cracking his head against it. He wasn't knocked out but he'd cut himself badly and gripped it with one hand. His swords flew away.

The other soldier took it far worse. His body locked up almost immediately and he fell onto his knees, eyes widen and chest rising and falling desperately. His entire body trembled, seeking to obey the command.

—Forged Destiny [Book 5: Ch. 15]