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.

be enveloped by a shadow as his spear pierced forward. His technique shifted, his demeanor morphing and his artistic conception became

spin wildly about it. The Force became so fast that the core itself vanished, as did the spear blade. All that was left was a drill of pulsing energy,

her finger cut off by a Fifth Dimensional ant. Her world spun about her and she

were four

the spinning blades or the Radiant Core, his finger scraped through the air as though grating against metal. The sheer force of his strike left tears in the artificial atmosphere, leaving

BANG!

It was like watching a mortal stop a drill the

himself. And yet for Siris, his hand remained completely unscathed. It was as though he had just stopped spinning cotton.

"Retreat!" Silam's voice boomed.

much like Domains, it existed in a categorization of its own, allowing it to affect those of higher Dimensions. Even

what it

BANG!

imploded on contact, attaching to Siris' arm and

was Leonel's artistic conception for Summer, an

a ball of

shrieked, feeling as though her body was being burnt from the inside out. She and Deloris had, by far, the weakest defenses of the five, making them easy first targets. It wasn't long before the smell of cooked skin and