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.

true, Leonel could only admit that he was entirely outclassed. His ability was perfectly suited for this kind of planned battle, yet he still lost so resoundingly. Weren't big brutes

his consciousness

felt this kind of pain, it was while he was opening his bloodline shackles. But, at least that

wind shook Leonel awake. He didn't need to look up to know that it was Lamorak's heavy

for trash talk or disdaining the enemy in such a situation. Those who did things like this usually didn't last very

time Leonel felt that death was so close. Not that there was just a threat of it, but in just a few more moments, he would experience what it felt like to have his

a choice he, himself had made. He had found it too difficult to take the life of an innocent

'This feeling… sucks…'

hadn't ever felt such a

'I don't like it…'

to one side, just barely avoiding Lamorak's fatal strike. However, the air

dirt and stone were flung on his body, sending him sliding to

have flown out of his hand during that last barrage. What a joke, he hadn't even felt it leave his grasp. Had he been a true spearman, he would likely rather die than reliquish his weapon so easily, but it seemed he hadn't reached

He had only missed because according to his own calculative abilities, Leonel should have been too injured

he wouldn't miss

BANG!

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

Leonel take out a weird… fish scale? That scale formed a shield that just as quickly collapsed under his might. It was likely this that had saved Leonel's life