The atmosphere in the hall had shifted from awe to something far more primal and far more terrifying. The spectators no longer saw a spar; they saw a predator dismantling its prey.
Rex had stopped fighting like a soldier and started fighting like a force of nature, and for the first time in her long, storied life, Aurelia Morr Nightwing was being overwhelmed.
Rex didn't just attack; he orchestrated a symphony of violence. He moved with a terrifying new rhythm, a sequence of strikes that defied traditional martial arts.
WHOOSH CRACK!
Aurelia lunged with a desperate jab, but Rex didn't retreat. He stepped into the strike, catching her wrist with his left hand while simultaneously driving his right elbow upward in a vicious arc.
The elbow connected with the underside of her jaw with a wet, grinding sound.
CRUNCH.
Her head snapped sideways, and before she could even register the pain, Rex unleashed his first unique combo.
