Rex didn't give her a moment to recover from her near miss. As she drifted through the zero-gravity wake he had created, he reached into the ether of his stored energy.
He didn't just grab a rock; he reached out with the Earthen Authority that he covered as his own earth magic and tore a jagged, monolithic slab of bedrock from the island's distant perimeter, a massive construct he had been holding in reserve like a loaded cannon.
VREEEEE WHUMP!
The Foresight screamed in his mind, highlighting a microscopic vulnerability: a seam in her new obsidian armor where the wing roots met the dorsal spine. Rex launched the construct.
It wasn't a throw; it was a railgun shot. The slab tore through the air with a deafening SHREEEEEE, aimed with surgical, sadistic precision at that exact structural weakness.
CRUNCH KRAK!
The impact was visceral. The stone didn't just hit her; it pulverized the delicate transition of scales.
