Dimensional Descent

[Bonus chapter for 200 powerstones. Next at 400 :)]

The three of them were shocked and horrified, but Leonel and Aina had already acted once again. In as little as three breaths of time, three more planks of wood were flying toward them, scorching the air.

Finally, Joan reacted. With a wave of her pole, her knights stepped forward and stomped their feet as one.

Golden strings sprung from her flagless polearm, attaching to the heads of each of the knights and causing their auras to skyrocket.

A moment later, a thin and pale gold dome-like shield appeared in the path of the first fireball.

BANG!

The barrier shook and cracked, on the verge of collapse.

Nigelle quickly reacted, pulling his bow string and releasing three arrows that seemed to magically manifest in rapid succession.

The embers of the first fireball flashed and sprinkled down from the air, soon becoming a curtain the three energy arrows pierced through to collide with the next three balls of fire.

"Let's go." Leonel broke out into a run before the six attacks even collided.

"80% chance he uses the collision as cover for another energy attack. Shield."

Leonel's ears twitched, barely catching Reimond's words beneath the next cacophony of booms. The latter was practically whispering. If it wasn't for Leonel's sharp sense, he would have really missed it.

'Precognition? Prediction? Psychic?' Leonel frowned.

However, his steps didn't stop. Judging by the situation, this person seemed to think that Leonel wouldn't be able to hear him. Another thing was that he didn't have a method of communicating without speaking. As long as Leonel could continue applying pressure on him, even if he could guess his most likely course of action, he would only be able to take the optimal actions for himself. In that case, the impact of his ability would be severely limited.

Leonel's Force surged, pressing down on his left arm with the pressure of a mountain. It would be difficult to win this battle without his Force. However…

[Leonel Morales]

0.99 (+0.1); Agility: 0.99 (+0.1 - partially nullified); Coordination: 1.15;

that

down and causing a beam of Force to split the explosion in

pause in her steps to flash by her

he had successfully predicted Leonel's attack pattern. However, he

in his wake, Leonel took appropriate

Joan's knights are based on her ability. However, as expected, the movements of Reimond's are more autonomous. They exist for the sole purpose of protecting him, and any

"Aina."

following closely behind. Hearing Leonel's voice, she

but they can also

Force, this barrier would be nothing to him, especially since it had already blocked a percentage of Aina's energy scythe. However, he wasn't certain

side, taking in everything about the barrier he was still leaping toward. His

wood appeared before him and his spear snaked forward once again without

'Undo…'

many disciplines under the Force Art umbrella. In fact, it was even a

disciplines, there were a few greatly respected. Those that followed this discipline were known as Decriptionists. They had the ability to deconstruct any Force Art and see through their flaws. Those of this profession were invaluable in high

It was just that he happened to realize that Force Art was simply a method of making Force flow in a certain manner. Specific

case, couldn't those frequencies be

unfathomable the path he had stepped onto was, nor was

by Reimond's knights collapsed like a

forward with an unbelievable speed and pierced his throat. He pulled it back and passed by before

Leonel, Aina had already stepped forward. With a swing of

much armor they wore, he was able to find the tiniest crevices and the smallest openings to exploit, reaping their lives with a single strike every

idly by. With another wave of her polearm, her knights moved forward

as easy to deal with as Reimond's knights. However, he soon found that even after several probes, both his and Aina were still trapped in their

thought he saw an opportunity to strike one of them down, another would strike toward him at an angle he had no choice but to retreat from. After this happened several times, Leonel's expression grew