He didn't aim a single strike. Instead, he threw his arms wide, and the air itself fractured. A massive, distributed wave of localized, high-velocity wind currents exploded outward from his position, sweeping across the entire plaza in a violent, swirling carpet of chaos.
It was a masterpiece of area denial, a chaotic, unpredictable web of microtornados and sudden pressure drops designed to strip an opponent of their most vital asset: their footing.
VREEEEEEE!
The sound of the wind was a high-pitched, agonizing shriek that tore at the ears.
For Aurelia, struggling to rise from her crater, the wind was a nightmare. Every time she tried to stabilize her heavy, bruised limbs, a sudden gust would catch her, tilting her world and forcing her to fight just to stay upright.
For Iris, the turbulence was a dizzying, nauseating blur that made her head spin and her wounds weep fresh blood.
But Rex... Rex was a different matter entirely.
