Dimensional Descent

Khaled felt his heart seize. Something told him that no matter what he did, it would be impossible to dodge out of the way of this strike.

The White Knight roared at the top of his lungs, unleashing all the Force he had. There was simply no point in keeping anything in reserve. What good was reserve strength if he was dead?

He didn't bother to pull out his glider. At this moment, he didn't want anything slowing his descent toward the ground. In fact, the faster he hit the ground, the better. As for whether he could survive such an impact, he would deal with just a single problem at a time.

BANG!

The sound barrier shattered. Roaring winds shot in every direction, clearing out a path for the released bolt. It felt for a moment as though it was cleaving the clouds with a single sword strike.

Khaled flipped a palm, causing a spear to appear.

He poured all of his Force into it, striking out with all the might he could muster as he fell from the skies.

At the same time, he kicked hard at the air, flipping himself upside down to careen toward the ground even faster.

He hoped that the fact he was falling in the same direction as the bolt along with the fact he was putting his all into stopping it would dampen the strength somewhat. But, reality was cruel.

Though he was correct in his assessment, the diminishment in strength was practically negligible.

Khaled's spear point met the bolt, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets under his strain. In that moment, he could swear that he had never put so much strength into a strike before. But…

continued forward as though cutting through air, blasting a

White Knight Diore paled.

air, sparkling droplets of crimson dancing around it. It looked as if a canon ball had taken a quarter of his body with

the harsh winds left trailing the bolt. Had it not been for the Force Khaled had protecting his body, his head

on from above,

With such devastating power, it was unlikely for any formation to survive the combination of the

just one more bolt was fine. Since Khaled had given him such an opening, Leonel

coldly aimed for the last time, watching the White

Leonel's sight toward their commander. But, Leonel didn't flinch. If Khaled

Leonel's Internal Sight had been completely locked onto Khaled. Beyond this, would the bolt

the crossbow, he released the moment he began

KWWAAA!!

through three Raven bodies in the blink of an eye, showering the

time he did, he left concentric circles in the sky, accelerating himself downward with

had been useless. In

his expression remained the

locking onto Leonel's. All he received in return was a plain stare, the same one that told him he was nothing but a data point, the same one that didn't seem to care for

SHUUUU! BANG!

sound when the bolt shot through Khaled's chest. In fact, it seemed as though the bolt had only flown through another patch of