Rex didn't stop any of this from happening. He stayed near the back of the formation, visible but not engaged.
Two constructs came straight for him. He sidestepped the first with a movement that looked like instinct.
He caught the second by the wrist with telekinesis at two-percent output, stopping its momentum completely, holding it still for a moment before walking around it and letting it fall apart on its own.
"Rex," Apollo called from the bridge without looking back. "West wall, two coming your direction."
"I've got it," Rex said. "Keep your eyes forward."
"Got it, buddy!"
He kept watching Nerith after Apollo just interupted him.
The constructs on the left flank, held at bay by Aisella's barrier, had been instructed through the same channel that had summoned them.
'Push but don't close. Apply pressure. Move the target.'
