Rex did not retreat from the electrical storm; he tore through it.
"Wind Blade: Tiered Execution!" he roared.
From his palms, dozens of razor-thin crescent blades spun outward in ascending tiers. The lowest blades swept through the air inches above the ground with a vicious whirr, while the highest sliced upward through the cloud cover.
Where these wind blades intersected Helena's mirror labyrinth, the effect was catastrophic.
CRASH SHATTER!
The wind blades acted like diamond-tipped saws, grinding twelve of the largest ice panels into glittering powder before the lightning could even claim them.
But Rex wasn't done playing defense. He threw his head back, his eyes glowing with an unnatural intensity.
"You want to play with lightning, Helena?!"
"Let's see how you handle something real."
"Void Bolt!"
