Rex was already occupying the space she was trying to fill, his body moving through the opening she had created. He met her mid-adjustment with a brutal palm strike to the sternum that sent her staggering backward, blood speckling her lips as her breath failed her.
The third fighter, desperate to salvage the unit's cohesion, made the fatal mistake of committing to a full-force strike rather than focusing on reorientation. She threw everything she had into a desperate haymaker.
Rex met that commitment with the ultimate cunning of a predator who knows everything. He didn't block; blocking would have wasted energy. Instead, he caught the arm and redirected the strike's own terrifying force back into the fighter's own body.
The momentum of her own attack tore through her shoulder socket, sending her spinning violently toward the floor in a spray of sweat and blood.
In less than two seconds, Rex had neutralized three of them before they could even finish turning around.
