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 dress threatening to fly from her body out from below as though

equal to Simona's suddenly erupted past her, forcing Simona to quickly retreat

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

hadn't listened. But, then again, by the time he had given said

on purpose. Her control over her body was so finely tuned that she had put out only just enough strength to negate Simona's own counter in

Simona had come into the exchange with intent to probe. Aina had entered the exchange with intent to humiliate. And, the only

colder, her final stomp stopping what was left her

off by this result. Physical strength was clearly Aina's strong suit but it wasn't even something Simona would list in her top three

down an obvious gauntlet. She didn't just plan to win this battle, she

cold light in Simona's gaze grew, a fog of dark violet Force beginning to

skipping a beat. They could tell that their young miss was enraged. Despite the fact her expression

you." Aina

Her right palm flipped over to reveal a snaking black with dense 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

of the Pyius family. A tail-like whip and a

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 with slender silver needles that emitted

to take a second step,

air, only

only to