"You!" The assassin leader grinned like a lunatic, his bloodshot eyes twitching with excitement. "You're the other one I've been hunting! Hah! This is perfect! Perfect! I don't even have to waste my time searching for you now! Hiahiahia!"
His laugh echoed like shattered glass, sharp and wild. He spread his arms theatrically, as if expecting applause, his madness dripping from every word.
Rex rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "So it's you, the assassin that my bald friend warned me about." He took a step forward, his boots crunching against the gravel with a deliberate slowness.
"You know what, little bastard?" His voice was calm, almost too calm, but there was a weight to it, like a storm waiting to break.
From beneath the assassin leader, white chains shot up from the ground, slamming into his limbs with a ferocity that rattled his bones. The chains coiled around him like angry serpents, pulling him into the air as he struggled and cursed.
