A shimmering, translucent barrier erupted in front of the mutants, stretching wide like a dome of rippling light.
The energy blasts slammed into it—one after another—blinding flashes lighting up the battlefield as if dozens of suns had exploded at once.
But not a single blast got through.
Behind the shield, the mutants stared in awe, mouths agape.
> "He blocked all of that… without even moving."
Darwin's voice trembled with disbelief.
> "That was telekinesis?" Cyclops muttered, almost unsure if he was still awake. "No way…"
Not even Jean could've done that.
Erik, who had instinctively tried to react before realizing his powers were useless, looked toward Alex with rare, visible astonishment.
> "You weren't holding back before," he said quietly. "You've gotten stronger."
Alex didn't answer. His focus remained on the Decepticons ahead.
The forcefield shimmered, then slowly faded as he lowered his hand.
> "Now," he said simply, "it's our turn."
Alex launched forward like a thunderbolt.
"Scatter!" Wiper roared, panic creeping into his synthetic voice.
The Decepticons broke formation, trying to avoid what they all knew was coming.
Alex slammed into the first Decepticon with enough force to send it rocketing across the battlefield—arms and legs twisting unnaturally as it bounced off the earth like a broken toy.
He turned mid-air, spinning with precision, and flung a burst of kinetic energy at another group.
Three Decepticons were launched into the air, their armor warping and splitting as if crushed by invisible jaws.
"Get back! Get away from him!" Wiper shouted again, retreating even as he raised his cannon to fire.
Alex appeared in front of him like a ghost and struck.
Wiper's arm cannon was ripped clean off—his scream mechanical and ragged.
"You want to fight mutants?" Alex said coldly. "Then fight me."
Before Wiper could react, Alex drove his palm forward.
Wiper went flying—his body folding inward as he crashed into a transport truck, flattening it.
> "This is insane…" Hawkeye mumbled, watching the carnage unfold. "He's not a mutant. He's a walking extinction event."
> "We don't even need to fight anymore," Earthmover added, stunned. "Just stay behind him and cheer."
> "He's not a soldier…" Slash said slowly. "He's a goddamn weapon."
The rest of the Decepticons were finally starting to break.
Some turned to flee. Others fired blindly, trying to suppress their own terror.
Alex moved too fast, hit too hard, and blocked everything they threw at him.
The air itself seemed to bend around him—each motion rippling with enough power to shatter tanks and rip metal like paper.
One by one, the Decepticons fell.
Some were torn apart mid-transformation.
Some were simply crushed by invisible force—reduced to heaps of twisted scrap.
The battle—if it could even be called that—lasted less than a minute.
The battlefield was covered in smoke, burning wreckage, and the remains of what had once been the Decepticons' proudest strike force.
Alex landed quietly, dusted off his jacket, and looked back.
The mutants—Erik, Charles, Liz, Cyclops, Vincent, Darwin, Slash, Earthmover, Hawkeye—just stared.
There was nothing to say.
> "Critical moment, huh?" Alex finally murmured. "Guess that's when I show up."
> "You always did have a sense of timing."
Charles stepped forward, his eyes full of complex emotion.
And maybe… just a little fear.
> "Thank you, Alex," he said softly.
Alex gave him a slight nod.
But inwardly, he was already thinking ahead.
This was just the opening act.
Megatron was still out there.
And worse… so was the Fallen.
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