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

to Simona's suddenly erupted past her, forcing Simona to quickly retreat lest she be forced into the

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

she hadn't listened. But, then again, by the time he had given said warning, it was probably already too late for his advice to be

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

clear. Simona had come into 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 if you had the confidence… and the arrogance to

her final stomp stopping what was left her momentum

even something Simona would list in her top three best qualities.

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

fog of dark violet Force beginning to spread

her subordinates changed, their hearts 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 thirst in her air now was heavier than the air

would put the poison away, if I were you." Aina said lightly. "Unless you're seeking to be

as though it had been carved out of the hide of a dragon. Her left

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

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

her leg to take a second step,

through the air, only to

split the wind in two, only to