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!

threatening to fly from her body out from below as though a strong air current had

suddenly erupted past her, forcing

left deep craters in the ground, the little puppy that had been dancing around her ankles quickly

Simona a warning. It wasn't his fault that she hadn't listened. But, then again, by the

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 that instant. Then, when Simona was feeling confident that their strengths were about equal after a single probe, Aina erupted with more strength in a position that

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

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

was clearly Aina's strong suit but it wasn't even something Simona would list in her top three best qualities. However, it was clear

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

Simona's gaze grew, a fog of dark violet Force beginning to spread around

tell that their young miss was enraged. Despite the fact her expression didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, the blood

Aina

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

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

gown tore a gash from its hem to her hip, revealing a gorgeous sight of supple calf and thigh. A garter pressed against

raised her leg to take a

out through the air, only

the wind in two, only to have its Blade