The air didn't just vibrate; it screamed with the friction of their movement.
Ignivara wasn't just flying; she was a living projectile of fury and desperation. She banked hard, her wings snapping with a sound like a whip CRACK THWIP! as she pivoted.
She came at him from the right, abandoning her preferred lateral sweeps for a jagged, unpredictable angle. It was a desperate gamble, a move born of the frantic realization that he wasn't just fighting her; he was calculating her.
Rex didn't even blink behind the porcelain void of his mask.
"You are varying the approach angle," he said, his voice cutting through the roar of the wind with terrifying, surgical clarity.
He didn't wait for her to reach him; he moved to meet her, a ghost stepping into the path of a storm. "You identified that I read patterns."
"You are attempting to reduce the sample size by introducing chaos... A logical, intelligent response."
K BOOOOOM!
