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 out

past her, forcing Simona to quickly retreat lest she be forced into the

in the ground, the little puppy that had been dancing around her ankles quickly dodging out of the way to

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

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

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

stopping what was left her momentum

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

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

gaze grew, a fog of dark violet Force

Despite the fact her expression didn't seem to have changed in the

poison away, if I were you." Aina

carved out of the hide of a dragon. Her left palm flipped over to reveal a slender silver blade that seem

whip and a stinger-like sword. Together they formed a lethal combination of

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

leg to take a second step, both women

the air, only to

wind in two, only to have its Blade Force shattered