"Eight minutes," Morwenna hissed, her fingers clawing weakly at the stone, her nails splintering as she tried to find purchase in a world that was trying to flatten her into a smear. "Eight fucking minutes of absolute, unmitigated hell... and you're not even winded."
"I've fought Apostles, gods, and monsters... Most of them couldn't last eight minutes in a real scrap with me without begging for mercy..."
"And here you are, standing there like we just had a casual fucking conversation over tea."
"We did just have a conversation," Rex said, his grin widening into something predatory, beautiful, and utterly terrifying. "And a damn good one at that."
"You're the best fight I've had all morning, Morwenna. And trust me..." He leaned down slightly, his shadow swallowing her whole, "...I've had a few."
"That's a fucking insult... where the hell am I standing?" she muttered, closing her eyes for a second to stave off the violent vertigo of the gravity field.
