Dimensional Descent

Simona's pupils constricted. The instant Aina moved, it was as though the weight of an expert bore down from all sides. Her powerful thighs grew a size, her toned torso flexed, her slender arms pulsed with a power their slight frame had no business having… Every movement was efficient to an extreme and refined to the final detail.

She was a work of art.

Simona's expression calmed, her arms leaving their relaxed position and her hands raising. The long, painted nails that graced them curled like claws, shimmering with delicately designed gems.

Her arm swept at the air even as Aina's ax swung downward.

BANG!

Claw and blade met. On one side, a dark violet gown danced wildly in the wind and on the other, a long cascading river of jet black hair flowed as though a single cohesive whole.

Sparks flew between them, neither woman taking even a single step backward.

Simona's arm trembled, her gaze narrowing further. In that instant, what looked like a stalemate collapsed.

BANG!

her feet shattered, her dress threatening to fly from her body out from below as though a strong air current

had been equal to Simona's suddenly erupted past her, forcing Simona to quickly retreat lest she be forced into

puppy that had been dancing around her ankles quickly dodging out of the way

his fault that she hadn't listened. But, then again, by the time he had given said warning, it was probably

strength to negate Simona's own counter in that instant. Then, when Simona was feeling confident that their

exchange with intent to humiliate. And, the only way you could get away with such a thing is

a shade colder, her final stomp stopping what was left her momentum just

would list in her top

could have forced her back immediately, but she hadn't chosen to do this. Instead, she had thrown down an obvious gauntlet. She didn't just plan to win this battle, she planned to cruise to

in Simona's gaze grew, a fog of dark

enraged. Despite the fact her expression didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, the blood thirst in her air now was heavier than the

if I were you." Aina said lightly. "Unless

it seem as though it had been carved out of the hide of a dragon. Her left palm flipped over to reveal a slender silver blade that seem a bit too long to be considered a knife or dagger, but still

Pyius family. A tail-like whip

strong Level Two Blade-like Forces manifested. With a single step, Simona's gown tore a gash from its hem to her hip, revealing a gorgeous sight of supple calf and thigh. A garter pressed against her pale flesh, lined

to take

whip lashed out through the air, only to be deflected by a

short sword split the wind in two, only to have its Blade Force