Dimensional Descent

Leonel's eyes flashed.

With quick movements, his heavy spear disappeared, replaced by a twin set of spears he immediately speared into the ground on either side of himself.

CLANG!

The chains rang out, clashing against the polearm of the spears.

Leonel leapt into the air, balancing the tips of his toes on both spears and pushing against them to stop the chains from closing in any more.

Arte felt a strong repulsive force, stopping him from tightening the chains any further. He was shocked by Leonel's response, but his lip couldn't help but twitch when he saw the quality of the spears Leonel was using as foot rests. Where the hell was this freshmen getting all of these weapons from?!

Unfortunately for Arte, Leonel's unconventional response had a purpose.

Leonel's palm flipped over, revealing a tall, sleek black bow. In the blink of an eye, he had released three arrows. They streaked across the slowly setting sky of dusk, reflecting the gorgeous violent and deep red hues of the sun above.

Arte reacted quickly, releasing his grip on one hammer and pulling back on the other hard.

The chains were finally free.

A hammer shot out like a cannonball. Arte pulled back so hard that Leonel felt his footing quake.

The hammer wrapped around one edge, changing trajectory and shooting for Leonel's

hammer, continuously pulling back to give the other more and more speed. When he reached his peak, his arm flexed, swinging downward with all

BANG! BANG! BANG!

three arrows, sliding back further and further with every strike,

Leonel's eyes

As he pulled back further, the hammer,

suddenly glowed with something other

blood boil. The whistling wind of the hammer shooting toward him making his

threw Leonel's mind at a speed that was inconceivable to most. As clever

shook, pulling against the chains still

flying over Leonel's head by

toward Arte. However, it was then that Leonel suddenly grabbed

shy of the speed of sound. Trying to grab onto such a thing at that moment, even if you succeed, felt no different from courting death. And if you failed, the best that you could hope for was

thing, Leonel completed it

surge of bronze violet hanging around him as a halo manifested above his head. He looked like a Roman God, his eyes filled with a confidence that could topple

body shot forward. His reached out his free hand, causing one of

Leonel flying toward him

That seemed like the best choice, but at that moment, Arte found that his weapon

wrap his brain around

for very long. The spear he grabbed didn't remain with

like a harpoon. It flew toward Arte as