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.

with their application, and the more decoys you used, the more complicated the calculations became and the more difficult it was for a person to see through

behind it, adding in a sample of the sound

been turned completely upside down. Fluid Dynamics was among the hardest branches of physics even in the 25th Century. The variables

world that it took a tap from his grandmother for him to

Oh, right." Leonel

complexity was so great that even after that session,

Force interacted with regular Bow Force versus Natural Bow Force versus Enlightened Bow Force varied so wildly that Leonel had to prepare separate calculations for each. Then there was the matter of considering the atmosphere he was

Leonel wanted to be as accurate as he normally was with normal arrows, he had

his thoughts that he didn't even realize that the crowd released a deafening cheer when he stepped onto the

'Right, I didn't check…'

to look at the billboard. But, his eyes caught sight of something that made him realize there was

a mask in one hand and a battle ax in the other stood. Aina met Leonel's placid gaze with her own cool amber one, the delicate sculpting of her features revealed

a few guesses. Either way, she crushed the mask between the squeeze of her long and slender fingers, a

mask falling to the ground seemed to be the

of crimson. The quantity and quality being so much that it felt like the entire arena would collapse. Even before she moved,

his feet still beneath him

BANG!

that it put Syllar to shame. The difference might

glowed with a fierce gold, the stride of her long legs and the tone of

felt like the blink of