After fighting off the Lizard League for what seemed like forever by himself, Rex would rub his arms. Yes, he was bruised and slightly wounded, but boy he sure was proud of beating multiple asses today by HIMSELF! He walked back to the headquarters of the Guardians of the Globe, a proud grin on his face as he rubbed his arm with a gloved hand. "Weak punks...cant get me.." he mumbled, laughing down the hall.