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!

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

strength with had been equal to Simona's suddenly erupted past her, forcing Simona to quickly retreat

and seemingly dainty feet left deep craters in the ground, the little puppy that

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

out only just enough strength to negate Simona's own counter in that instant. Then, when Simona was feeling confident

into the exchange with intent to probe. Aina had entered the exchange with intent to humiliate. And, the only way you could get away with such a thing is if you

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

wasn't even something Simona would list in her top

gauntlet. She didn't just plan to win this battle,

a fog of dark violet Force beginning to

tell that their young miss was 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

put the poison away, if I were you." Aina said

scale-like patterns that made 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

dual wielding style was a specialty of the Pyius family. A tail-like whip and a stinger-like sword. Together they formed a lethal combination

hip, revealing a gorgeous sight of supple calf and thigh. A garter pressed against her pale flesh,

leg to take a

air, only to be deflected by a

sword split the wind in two, only