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!

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

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

little puppy that had been dancing around her ankles quickly dodging out

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

to negate Simona's own counter in that instant. Then, when Simona was feeling confident that their strengths were about equal after a single

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

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

wasn't very put 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 best qualities. However, it was clear that Aina was aware of this as well, or else she wouldn't have taken such an

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 planned on

light in Simona's gaze grew, a fog of

subordinates changed, their hearts skipping a beat. They could tell that their young miss was enraged. Despite the fact her

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

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 reveal a slender silver

family. A tail-like whip and a stinger-like

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

take a second step,

through the air, only to be

split the wind in two, only to have its