Dimensional Descent

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Leonel felt as though all the bones in his body were shattering. He had never been hit by a truck before, but he assumed that this was about as close as he could get to the real thing.

His body curved grotesquely around Lamorak's spikeless, cylindrical mace almost like a ball deforming around a baseball bat. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was sent flying.

Or rather… he thought that was what would happen. But, reality was cruel.

In the single step Lamorak had taken to send a blow toward Leonel, the ground beneath his feet caved downward before jetting up a large broken piece. Before Leonel could fly very far to the side, he hit this broken piece first, causing his already bent body to crash the other way.

In the end, as though it was all planned out beforehand, Leonel fell right before Lamorak, the glint in his eyes slowly growing dim.

Leonel's world began to spin. He didn't have the presence of mind to maintain his ability any longer. It felt as though everything was fading. The pain was truly too much.

His thoughts were in complete disarray. He only caught onto the faintest inkling of something that made him shocked to the point of speechlessness.

Every step Lamorak had taken before had caused a crack on the ground. Then, during his last attack, his final step managed to kick up a large slab of stone that stopped Leonel from flying away. However, according to Leonel's calculations, that should have been impossible unless… the previous steps drew the outline of the stone slab he eventually kicked up.

suited for this kind of planned battle, yet he still lost so resoundingly. Weren't big brutes like Lamorak

his

last time he felt this kind of pain, it was while he was opening his bloodline shackles. But, at least that had some sort of reward at the end. This was just unbridled, unconcealed, and unrestrained

look up to know that it

to say anything after siezing victory. There was no room for trash talk or disdaining the enemy in such a

first time Leonel felt that death was so close. Not that there was just a threat of it, but in just a few more moments,

virgin, but that was a choice he, himself had made. He had found it too difficult to take the life of an innocent teenage girl. Compared to this situation where the choice wasn't in

'This feeling… sucks…'

such a wave of helplessness

'I don't like it…'

as he tumbled to one side, just barely avoiding Lamorak's

of dirt and stone were flung on his

during that last barrage. What a joke, he hadn't even felt it leave his grasp.

own calculative abilities, Leonel should have been too injured to move

he wouldn't miss

BANG!

squarely on the head. The ground he was trying to pull himself up from shattered and formed a

fish scale? That scale formed a shield that just as quickly collapsed