Alexander lifted his head.
"Get up," Rex said, and his voice was entirely flat.
Alexander got up.
"SHUT THE FUCK UPP!!!" He shouted and launched everything at once this time.
All three elements were unleashed simultaneously, lacking coordination or a structured timing. It was the desperate tactic of someone who had exhausted their technique, resorting to sheer volume instead.
Rex's ability to see what was coming helped him take advantage of the openings that always happen when multiple elements are used at once, since physics makes it impossible to cover every area perfectly. He emerged from the other side still in motion.
He struck Alexander four times in rapid succession.
First, the jaw. Then, the solar plexus. Next, the nerve point on the inside of the knee. Finally, the back of the shoulder—hard enough to rotate the entire arm and disrupt the flow of air.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Alexander went down again.
Rex stood back.
