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.

polearm of the two spears. The hammer wrapped around one edge, changing trajectory and shooting for Leonel's head as though it had a

same instant, Arte roared. He raised his remaining hammer, continuously pulling back to give the other more and

BANG! BANG! BANG!

further with every strike, the hammer had accelerated

Leonel's

even more momentum. As he pulled back further,

gaze suddenly glowed with something other than coldness or surprise… It

blood boil. The whistling wind of

speed that was inconceivable to most. As clever as Arte's attack was, it had one fatal

The spears he balanced upon shook, pulling against the chains

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

spears, shooting back toward Arte. However, it was then that

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 a

thing,

around him as a halo manifested above his head. He looked like a Roman God, his

shot forward. His reached out his free hand,

Leonel

Control it as he had been previously to change Leonel's trajectory? That seemed like the best 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,

unable to wrap his brain around

long. The spear he grabbed didn't remain

shooting his spear out like a harpoon. It flew toward Arte as though