Dimensional Descent

Leonel returned to Earth's seating arrangements a bit disappointed, but also somewhat relieved. He didn't want to have to kill Isac. Not only had he just enlightened him to many things, but he also understood where Isac was coming from.

Leonel had long since grown past the point of allowing guilt to weigh down his soul and threaten his life. But, he had also come to the conclusion that those that wanted revenge on him for things he had done in the past weren't individuals he would hate.

In the future, he would have to cross and harm a lot of people. That was a weight he would have to carry on his shoulders and accept.

The moment Leonel sat back down, after appeasing his grandmother and insisting that he was doing just fine, he immediately entered a state of meditation as the battles raged around him.

The battles started up again in full force, but Leonel had entered his Dream World, several Dream Clones standing around and performing the same actions again and again.

Leonel was absolutely fascinated by Isac's bowmanship not only because of its applications, but also its simplicity. Although the amount of skill it took to use it at high levels was obscene, the entry was simple. It was the sort of thing that was accessible to everyone but very difficult to get extremely skilled at… Kind of like driving a car.

Anyone could take a vehicle from point A to point B. But, how fast could you drive a car without losing control of it? 150 kilometers an hour? 200 maybe? Anyone could park, but how many could parallel park with ease? And what about drifting into your parking spot? Anyone could drive automatic, but how many could drive manual?

The layers of complexity and skill increased almost instantly.

Similarly, Isac's bowmanship started simple but very quickly became complicated. In the start, it was a game of balance and projectiles, but then it evolved into aerodynamics and fluid dynamics, and at its highest levels became the physics of chaos and chaotic events.

To make a potential complex matter simple, Isac essentially coated his arrows in Bow Force, decided the shape and weight the Bow Force would take before he released the arrow. All of the random movements of his arrows from start to finish had never been a form of telekinesis or a special mind technique, but were rather all examples of Bow Force Manipulation!

By tweaking and adjusting how Bow Force was applied to an arrow, you could cause delayed and seemingly random events to occur long after it had left the bow. The result was catching even someone like Leonel, who almost always had everything in his grasp, completely off guard.

it was that the more clever one was with their application, and the more decoys you used, the more complicated the calculations

to take into account gravity and the force behind it, adding in a sample of

the hardest branches of physics even in the 25th Century. The variables only increased as you rose through the Dimensions. And, this wasn't even the most complicated application of Isac's bowmanship

took a tap from his grandmother for him to realized that it was actually

right."

was so great that even after that session, Leonel felt that he

that Leonel had to prepare separate calculations for each. Then there was the matter of considering the atmosphere he was in, the kind of Force his enemy was proficient in, and even how fast

with normal arrows, he had to take even

when he stepped onto the arena. They were so excited by the

'Right, I didn't check…'

look at the billboard. But, his eyes caught sight of something that made him realize there was no

other stood. Aina met Leonel's placid gaze with her own cool amber one, the delicate sculpting of her

Aina had taken her mask off, but Leonel had a few guesses. Either way, she crushed the

shards of the mask falling to the ground

and quality being so much that it felt like the entire arena would collapse. Even before she moved, the stage beneath their feet

his feet still beneath him as his gaze remained locked

BANG!

accelerated forth. Her speed was so blazing that it put Syllar to shame. The difference might as well have been night and

hair fluttered to her back, her amber irises glowed with a fierce gold, the stride of her long legs and the tone of her powerful

reflected the sun's light as she chopped down toward Leonel's head. In what felt like the blink of an eye, she had already appeared before him, her strength causing the arena to