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

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

the little puppy that had been dancing around her ankles quickly dodging out of the way to avoid being crushed into

twitched. Well, he had given Simona a warning. It wasn't his fault that she hadn't listened. But, then again, by the time he had given said warning, it was probably already too

tuned that she had put out only just enough strength to negate Simona's own counter in that

humiliate. And, the only way you could get away with such a thing is if you had the confidence… and

gaze turned a shade colder, her final stomp stopping what was left her

something Simona would list in her top three best qualities. However, it was clear that Aina was aware of this as well, or else she wouldn't have taken such an

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 its ends. She didn't just plan on winning, she

a fog of dark violet Force beginning to spread

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

Aina said lightly. "Unless you're seeking

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

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

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

Simona raised her leg to take a second step,

lashed out through the air,

the wind in two, only to have its Blade Force shattered by