Five bandits ran at Rex at the same time, weapons drawn. And what did Rex do about it?
He just stayed still while crossing both his arms with an arrogant smirk on his face.
His telekinesis moved things for him like a passive skill without any activation. The attackers' weapons flew out of their hands and spun through the air, sticking into trees nearby.
The bandits were lifted off the ground and slammed together in the air before falling to the ground in a groaning pile.
The camp fell silent immediately after seeing what happened.
Rex yawns and then looks at them all. "So... Anyone else would like to be the hero?"
"Damn you!" One bandit shouts at him.
Ten more bandits attacked, but this time they were more careful. This time, he wanted to move just a bit, so he waved his hand, and everyone stopped moving, held in place by an unseen force.
He lifted them thirty feet into the air and held them there, fighting in vain.
