The battle had transcended combat; it had become a lesson in annihilation. Rex was no longer fighting a girl; he was deciphering a language of violence written in lightning and death.
Every strike she landed came with a name and a title for the catastrophe she unleashed.
"Thunderclap Barrage!" she screamed, though the sound was swallowed by the roar of her own power.
It wasn't just a flurry of blows; it was a violation of physics. A thousand punches compressed into a single heartbeat.
A wall of blinding white light slammed into Rex's torso, each strike carrying the weight of a sledgehammer.
Rat tat tat tat tat tat!
The sound was a continuous roar, like gunfire echoing off stone. His ribs didn't just break; they pulverized, turning into fragments that pierced his own lungs.
The force was so absolute that it punched him clean off the face of the Grand Academy. He became a human bullet, tearing through the eastern wing's great clock tower.
