[Warning: Core instability detected. Reality fracture potential: 78%]
Rex exhaled through his nose, tapping his spear on the ground. "Great! Since you're starting to get serious...expect no less from me either grandpa"
The old man thrust out his hands. Spikes of ice erupted in every direction, dozens at once, converging on Rex like a storm of swords.
Rex blurred. His body vanished, reappearing meters away in less than a blink.
[Agility: 2029]
The afterimages of his movements shimmered across the battlefield, his Eternal Afterimage skill syncing perfectly with his speed. Dozens of Rexes seemed to dance around the storm, each dodging, weaving, or taunting.
"Too slow, Frostbeard! I've got arthritis jokes older than you!"
One spear of ice grazed his cheek. Rex clicked his tongue. "Okay, fair enough...you almost got me. Respect."
