Dimensional Descent

The metal beneath Leonel's feet crumbled as he vanished. His spear spun in his hands, wild lines of silver, white and blue following its arcs. It felt as though it was both everywhere and nowhere at the same time, touching upon a realm of speed, dexterity and skill that made the pupils of the five Heads constrict.

When Leonel appeared once again, the lines of his blade became less important than the shimmering mark of the golden spear that hung before his forehead. The world fell into a calm silence as every stroke of his blade suddenly gained the ever so slightest golden hue.

It wasn't immediately obvious to the five Heads just exactly which of them he was attacking. The current Leonel felt like the center of a budding rose, his blades outlining each petal one by one. Before the five realized it, his blade had appeared before Belize, descending with every intention of splitting her skull in two.

"Is this a joke?"

Belize's rage filled eyes hardly fluctuated as she reached out a finger. But, before she could counter, her expression slightly changed.

A swarm of ash snowfall disrupted her flow of Force, shocking her and causing her reaction to be slightly slow.

A spray of blood shot into the air as her finger was severed. The line of blood played beneath the whites, silvers and blues, looking especially striking in contrast.

Belize didn't feel pain or rage for just a moment, her expression colored in shock. She turned her gaze toward Leonel, but the latter had already vanished, appearing to her back.

His technique shifted, his demeanor morphing and his artistic conception became several times

wildly about it. The Force became so fast that the core itself vanished, as did the

Fifth Dimensional ant. Her world spun about her and she couldn't quite regain her bearings. By the time she realized that her

There were

the spinning blades or the Radiant Core, his finger scraped through the air as though grating against metal. The sheer force of his strike

BANG!

core. It was like watching a mortal stop a drill the size of their body with nothing more than a

into Leonel himself. And yet for Siris, his hand remained completely unscathed. It was

"Retreat!" Silam's voice boomed.

those of higher Dimensions. Even for Siris who had an extraordinarily powerful body,

what

BANG!

contact, attaching to Siris' arm

bundle of flames, but it was fundamentally very different from this. Radiant Core was Leonel's artistic conception for

a ball of molten

far, the weakest defenses of the five, making them easy first targets. It wasn't long before the smell