He swung his arm in a wide arc, a concentrated ribbon of gale-force wind lashing out like a sentient whip.
WHACK CRACK!
The wind caught Rex across the jaw, the force so immense it snapped the titan's head to the side, the sound of the impact echoing like a whip cracking against a stone wall.
Rex growled, a sound of pure, wounded pride, trying to swing a heavy fist at the blur of blue light, but Veylor was already gone.
"STRIKE THREE: CYCLONE BURST!"
Veylor appeared above Rex, his hands pressed downward.
VREEEEE!
A localized, high-pressure downdraft slammed into Rex's head, forcing him back toward the earth.
THUD!
"Did you see that, Iris?!" Veylor's voice was a triumphant melody amidst the chaos, his confidence soaring as high as his altitude.
He was performing a ballet of destruction intended for an audience of one. "I'm just getting started!"
"Don't blink, or you'll miss the best part!"
