Rex was no longer a man; he was a machine of exquisite, rhythmic devastation. He didn't just want to kill Cassandra; he wanted to deconstruct her divinity, piece by agonizing piece.
CRUNCH SPLAT!
He caught her by the throat with one gauntlet, lifting her limp, blood-soaked body off the ground. With the other, he began a relentless, localized bombardment.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
He hammered his fist into her stomach, each blow creating a visible ripple of trauma that traveled through her entire torso.
Squelch!
The sound of her internal organs being pulverized was audible even to the distant observers. He followed up by slamming her head against the ground, over and over, the earth cracking beneath her skull with every impact.
KRA KOOM! CRACK!
"Is this the 'strength' you boasted of?" Rex growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble of pure contempt.
He grabbed her jaw with both gauntlets, his fingers digging into the flesh, and with a sickening, slow CREEEEEEAK, he began to pull.
