She lunged, the tip of her blade inches from the center of his mask, her entire weight behind the strike.
That was the moment. The moment Rex stopped playing.
The air around him suddenly grew heavy, the gravity increasing a thousandfold. The laughter died instantly, replaced by a terrifying, silent focus.
As her blade approached, Rex didn't dodge. He didn't block. He simply wound back his right fist.
The energy didn't just gather; it condensed. A sphere of pure, compressed kinetic force formed around his knuckles, glowing with a terrifying, white-hot intensity.
"My turn."
BOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The punch didn't just land; it erased the space between them.
The impact was a sound beyond comprehension, a thunderclap that felt like the world was splitting in half. The shockwave sent a ring of dust and debris exploding outward for miles.
Cassandra didn't just fly back; she became a projectile of pure kinetic trauma.
WHIZZZZZZZ BOOOOOOOOM!
