Rex didn't flinch. He stood his ground in the empty sky, a man who had seen the bottom of the world and wasn't afraid of the heights.
"You are not here because Celestina sent you," Rex said, his voice cutting through her fury like a blade. "You are here because Kregg is dead, and Celestina gave you an operational directive that happened to point directly at the man responsible."
"Those are not the same thing, Ignivara..."
"The motivation is different, and so is the fighting style."
"A true operative of Celestina would be patient."
"She would be methodical. But you?" Rex laughed. "Oh boy... you are pushing this engagement forward with a reckless, violent urgency because you don't just want the mission accomplished... you want it resolved."
Ignivara's next assault was a frantic, jagged thing. The disciplined, economical grace of her aerial combat had vanished, replaced by a desperate, unrefined ferocity.
