Verakis was paralyzed, forced to watch the carnage, his eyes darting between the mangled remains of the woman and the terrifyingly calm figure of Rex. He felt a sickening sense of helplessness; he was a seasoned reincarnator, a man of status, yet he felt like a spectator at a slaughterhouse.
But the others wouldn't let him die alone. The remaining four reincarnators realized that if they didn't act now, they would be next to be dismantled.
They moved in unison, a desperate, synchronized lunge toward the center of the plaza. It was a coordinated strike, a final, unified effort to overwhelm the monster.
The last four people came in together, which was the right choice and also expected, and Rex had used his three seconds of foresight to plan their spacing and timing, so what seemed like four people attacking at once was actually four separate attacks happening at the same time.
