Rex stepped over the shattered remains of Lyra and Kaelen, his boots crunching on bone fragments. He didn't even glance down at them; his eyes were on Gale.
"You're still trying to figure out how I did it, aren't you?" Rex asked, his voice echoing through the ruined plaza. "You're thinking about the physics... the torque... and the angular momentum."
Gale snarled, his fear momentarily replaced by a surge of desperate defiance. He swung his arms wide, summoning a massive vortex of air that rushed toward Rex like a wall of concrete.
"I don't care how you did it, but fuck you!"
"I'm going to carve you apart!" Gale screamed, his voice cracking under the strain.
He launched himself into the air, his wind-type abilities propelling him upward in a spiraling blur of speed.
Rex didn't move. He didn't even raise his hands.
