Ignivara didn't struggle against the telekinetic grip with the finesse of a mage; she fought it with the raw, terrifying power of a predator. With a violent, spasmodic jerk of her entire torso, she used the massive muscular leverage of her wings to snap the invisible tether.
It was a brutal, unrefined method of resistance, pulling against the force rather than trying to flow with it, but in her half-dragon physiology, it was entirely effective. The telekinetic pressure buckled, and she surged forward, her eyes burning with a renewed, predatory light.
"You were watching individual energy signatures in the Underlayer for four months?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the whistling gale.
"I was watching everything in the Underlayer for fourteen months," Rex countered, his voice steady despite the sheer kinetic violence of their exchange. "You were a known variable, Ignivara."
