Tim went down like a sack of potatoes as Rex rammed into him. The burning shield vanished during the melee and Rex had his arms wrapped around the other mystic and squeezed tightly. A knife appeared and Rex felt a striking pain in his leg, but it didn't feel deep. He ground his teeth and grunted, but turned to the task at hand.

Rex wasn't a fancy fighter. He had no formal training and his job didn't require it. He was good at busting down doors and he was good with an ax, but otherwise all he knew was what he learned from wrestling back in public school. Still, that meant little when a foe had blades and could unleash attacks by merely speaking words.

The firefighter had some weight on the whip man, as well as leverage. He managed to tangle himself around Tim and knock the knife out of the man's hand before flipping him over on his back and twisting his arms behind him to immobilize the rogue mystic.

Again, Rex wasn't a fancy fighter. When it came to magic users, he found the simplest and most effective method of dealing with them was to simply disable their magic. The shining white sword of the spirit he summoned was his first foray into that domain. It was devised to take down Hercules and eldritch abominations, yet it was less effective in the long run. Sure, he could impale someone with it and keep them from accessing magical energy to empower spells, but that left Rex tied up in the process. He had needed a longer-term solution.

Now he had one.

"And I will cut off witchcrafts out of thine hand," Rex began quoting, "And thou shalt have no more soothsayers.”

Power poured through Rex and into Tim, as a rush of uncomfortable heat. Rex felt a near-sizzling sensation as chaotic, disruptive energy permeated Tim, shredding magical energy that came into contact with him. For about the next hour, the downed man would be virtually unable to use, channel, or be the direct beneficiary or target of any magic.

Then Rex broke out a few zip-ties and began binding the man's wrists together behind his back.

Rex got stabbed: super.

Shin should have just stepped in and interfered. Even if it went against fight rules, even if it seemed cheap and dirty. He should have. Because they were fighting real fights. This was not a game, not training. Real. If he died he wasn’t going home to his family. He would fight cheap from here on out.

Rex immobilized Tim. Shin took a step forward. Rex said something. Shin stopped, as magic something happened.

Shin sighed.

Rex started getting out zip ties and doing stuff. Shin flipped out his phone. He started a group text with his wife and his sister.

“City in trouble. I hope you are both safe, and at home, stay inside. Coming home soonest,” it said

Sasami was typing. Shin looked over to Rex.

He shouted out a question, asking if Rex was good. He needed to check on his family.

Rex worked surely, not swiftly, to bind the mystic. Only when he finished and Tim was yelling expletives from his position on the ground did Rex direct his attention to the X-Men. The man was on his phone. Rex started to glare but then the mutant asked his status and Rex re-assessed. Okay, not a bystander, just keeping alert. There was chaos all throughout the city after all.

"I'm fine," Rex said, trying to show no sign of the pain. "You?"

Rex still placed a hand on his leg and began quoting Scripture again. He almost gasped in relief as energy began coursing through him, repairing the wound. It was a slow, controlled burst this time - he didn't want to exhaust himself with a rush job. In the meantime, aches and pains he'd picked up in the last few hours began fading away as well.

"Need another round of healing?" Rex offered.

The Asian did not catch rex being injured. Did not note him pretending to be fine. He was in selfish survival mode presently, and his perceptions, his focus, was on the city around him and his phone. His family. Not even in him self. Though maybe He should.

Injuries, He had em. Who didn’t? He looked over and saw the man healing himself, started assessing his own injuries. What was left. Since Rex was okay. Fine.

"Need another round of healing?" Rex offered.

Shin thanked him and agreed, it would be a good idea.

He gathered all his shards up, reforming them into a golden “briefcase” construct. Revealed his sliced DBZ shirt, the remnants of his injuries. Exposed them so the healer could work.

His sister had not yet replied. It bothered him. What could she be so busy with? He needed to get home, He needed to help out. X, father, husband, duties fully pulled in every direction.