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.

as the chains slid across the polearm of the two spears. The hammer wrapped around one edge, changing trajectory and shooting for Leonel's head as

remaining hammer, continuously pulling back to give the other more and more speed. When he

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Arte countered Leonel's three arrows, sliding back further and further with every strike, the hammer had accelerated toward Leonel's head, having every intention

clever…' Leonel's

Arte even more momentum. As he pulled back further, the hammer, linked to

with something other than coldness

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

ran threw Leonel's mind at a speed that was inconceivable to most. As clever as Arte's attack was, it had

shifted. The spears he balanced upon shook, pulling against the chains still sparking against

hammer shifted, flying over Leonel's head by barely an inch at the very last

Arte. However, it was then that Leonel

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 a lost

as though it was the most normal thing, Leonel completed it all in

his head. He looked like a Roman God, his eyes filled with a confidence that could topple worlds. At that moment, his image was imprinted into the minds of all those

Leonel grabbed onto the hammer his body shot forward. His reached out his free hand, causing one of the spears

finding Leonel

choice, but at that moment, Arte found that his weapon wasn't responding to him. All the Force he tried to poor into it was blocked, countered

to wrap his

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

like a canon, shooting his spear out like a harpoon. It