Rachel gave Zell as much protection as she could, deflecting individual rocks away from him so that she didn't impede his progress with a full-on shield. She'd been sparring with him enough to have a fair idea what he could and couldn't dodge on his own, but mostly she focused on keeping his mind clear, making sure Stryfe didn't take any opportunities to mess with him.

As for the man himself, she pushed the memories at him, needling at him, trying to keep his focus on her. "All your little goals and dreams will die, Stryfe. Just like you. Like the failed copy you are. And at the end, we're the ones left standing, we're the ones that put an end to you. The Askani. The X-Men. We endure and you're nothing but a footnote in a history book."