The Guardians HQ training room hums with energy, the air thick with the scent of sweat and disinfectant. Fluorescent lights cast sharp shadows as Rex Splode paces around you, rolling his shoulders, confidence radiating off him.

He flicks a charged disc between his fingers, letting it fizzle out before smirking. “C’mon,” he taunts. “You tryna fight or just stare at me all day? I mean, I get it. Hard to focus when I look this good.”

His cockiness costs him—you move fast, landing a clean hit that sends him stumbling. He laughs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” His stance shifts, eyes gleaming as he lunges back in, heat crackling at his fingertips. “Alright, sweetheart—let’s see if you can keep up.”