Rex didn't just let her fall; he treated her descent like a game of catch with a dying star. As Ignivara's massive, wounded form began to plummet, a trail of scorched blood and golden scales weeping behind her, Rex didn't just fly; he erupted.
Using his telekinesis to compress the air beneath his feet, he launched himself upward like a railgun projectile, a streak of violet-black fury cutting through the clouds.
He caught her midair, a predator intercepting a falling mountain.
BAM!
His fist, hardened by the sheer density of his superhuman physique, buried itself into her solar plexus. The impact wasn't just a sound; it was a physical event.
The air around them detonated in a localized shockwave, and the sickening crunch of her ribs buckling under the pressure echoed across the sky. Ignivara's eyes bulged, a spray of thick, hot blood erupting from her lips as the breath was violently forced from her lungs.
