Gorvasha shifted her gaze to Cassandra. A silent, heavy communication passed between them, a shared understanding forged in years of blood and training.
They didn't need to speak; the air itself seemed to vibrate with their sudden, unified intent.
Then, they both stopped.
The sudden stillness was more terrifying than the chaos. Rex blinked, his smug grin faltering just a fraction as he sensed the shift in the room's pressure.
"You're going to stop attacking," Rex said, his voice losing a hint of its playfulness. "Giving up already?"
"We're going to make you come to us," Gorvasha said, her stance widening, her muscles coiling like heavy steel springs. "We're taking away your fucking fuel."
"That's the correct counter," Rex said, though his eyes were now sharp, scanning for the trap. "I was wondering when you'd finally get smart enough to reach it."
"Now!" Cassandra screamed.
