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

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

Simona fell backward, her delicate and seemingly dainty feet left deep craters in the ground, the little puppy that had been dancing around her ankles quickly dodging out of the way to avoid being crushed into minced

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

mind that Aina had done it 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

with intent to probe. Aina had entered the exchange with intent to humiliate. And, the only way you could get

stomp stopping what was

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

hadn't chosen to do this. Instead, she had thrown down an obvious gauntlet. She didn't just plan to win this battle,

a fog of

skipping a beat. They could tell that their young miss was enraged. Despite the fact her expression didn't seem to

away, if I were you." Aina said

out of the hide of a dragon. Her left palm flipped over to reveal a slender silver blade that seem a bit too long to be considered a knife or dagger, but still a hint too short to be considered a sword

Pyius family. A tail-like whip and a stinger-like sword. Together they formed a

single step, Simona's gown tore a gash from its hem to her hip, revealing a gorgeous sight of supple calf and

leg to take a second step, both

out through the air, only to be

short sword split the wind in two, only to have its Blade