Dimensional Descent

Leonel's eyes snapped open. He didn't know how long he had slept for, it was impossible to tell. There were no windows in this temple. He had only roughly guessed that he had been here for three days.

Using his silver rod to stand, he stood to loosen his stiffening limbs.

Leonel's jaw set. His mind had regained its clarity. He hadn't even noticed that his senses had severely dulled the more tired he became. In fact, he felt that he was even sharper than when he first entered this Sub-Dimensional Zone now.

Without a word, he began to get ready.

He took his six rifles, strapping through across his left shoulder than the remaining three across his right.

Two days ago, he had almost lost his life because he trusted that these muskets were always loaded. He ended up aiming and firing one without a bullet, a mistake he could thank for the deep gash in his thigh.

Since then, he learned to tell whether the rifle was loaded or not first. His method seemed simple, but maybe he was the only one on Earth who could do it. There was a very slight weight difference, maybe fractions of a gram, between a loaded and unloaded gun. If a gun was too light, he didn't keep it.

Once the six muskets laid organized on his back, he accounted for the eight hand axes around his waist and finally clutched his silver rod.

With a deep breath, he slowly made his way back toward the hidden path. It seemed that during his sleep, others entered this floor once more through the main stairway. Leonel could only clear them out first in order to avoid any untoward variables.

Though his heart was still heavy, he managed to control his trembling hands this time. Without having to account for his wavering aim, his efficiency reached a new level, his throwing ability especially.

Half a day later, Leonel felt that he had emptied the floor once more. With how many Spaniards he had taken it, it was definitely only a matter of time before their leaders realized that something was wrong.

As expected, when Leonel went to peek on the weaponry, the 12 number he had counted before had increased to 18.

The weaponry was the largest space Leonel had come across to now. It was a rounded room with a single exit. All around, weapons hung from the walls. But, compared to the Spaniards, they were incredibly crude.

The Spaniards turned their noses up at these weapons. Not even a single one had been touched. But, who could blame them. It was obvious that Spanish weapon technology was more than a single level higher.

They had set up camp in this space for only two reasons. One was to stop the Mayans from regrouping and recouping strength. And second was to set up camp.

It seemed that this Sub-Dimensional Zone had deviated from history. There was much more of a stalemate than there should be. An internal battle was taking place within the temple between the two parties.

What Leonel didn't know was that this was only due to his actions. He hadn't wanted to count the number of Spaniards he had killed, but it was over a hundred. There were only two thousand in total. He had single handedly taken down a good percentage of their army.

As a result, the Mayans had been able to put up some resistance. And, due to losing so many soldiers, the Spaniards had taken a step back, trying to re-evaluate the strength of their enemy.

Leonel took a deep breath. When his eyes opened once more, his eyes had completely stilled, glowing in the dark like a predator stalking his prey.

First, he took apart his silver rod. He didn't split it into all three pieces. Instead, he only took a single third of it. Using the small ledge on either side of the narrow staircase, he balanced both ends across it.

It was nearly a perfect fit, just barely over two feet apart. The remaining part of the rod was just over four feet in length, but it was enough. If Leonel was lucky, he wouldn't have to use it at all.

beneath the bar, Leonel nodded to himself. Then, he began to pour several flasks of alcohol through the

you smell that? Smells like some good booze, who's holding

'Drunkard. What booze?'

'Wait look over there!'

silent. He wasn't dressed much differently, but his armor was definitely shinier and he strapped a pike across his back and

was kicked over. It fell with a loud boom,

'Enemy attack! Form up!'

strong WHOOSH followed a flame erupting from the falling

had seen everything he needed in that split second. And still now, he could see faint pictures of the changing

he didn't

one meter high doorway, he aimed toward the leader

BANG!

out commands froze, his last words being lost in a spurt of blood

pulled the trigger, he retreated, leaping to up to the ledge above

on the balls of his feet as he crouched across the silver

a rain of bullets sounded and instant later,

two… five… seven… ten… eleven… sixteen…

way that barbarian bastard

Leonel jumped from his perch, charging through the wall of already waning fire. He would have

his

BANG!

even as a Spaniard fell. Without hesitation he

BANG!

every breath and step, Leonel pulled out another rifle and

he ripped the rifled from his corpse, his lip

himself to be surrounded, so he aimed the gun toward the closest soldier, causing him to retreat with fear

without bothering to fire, reaching with his now free hand into his belt and pulling

back, his hand drawing a silver light across the air as he rocketed the ax

his face destroyed in the blink of

quickly. His quick movements hid the dread that loomed over his heart with every

there were only four

his corpse, holding it

steps he retreated to the

Several of them thought of running, but the punishment for retreat was too severe. They could only hold out and hope

of their numbers were working on breaking through the Shrine Room. Only a few of them were tasked with guarding

run out of things to throw, they could only steel themselves and

heart beat quickly. He had become used to fighting many opponents at once, but that was when they couldn't see him. This was completely different.

'Calm down…'

These Spaniards were just normal humans, they didn't