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!

shattered, her dress threatening to fly from her body out from below as

past her, forcing Simona to quickly retreat lest she

in the ground, the little puppy that had been dancing around her ankles

But, then again, by the time he had given said warning, it was probably already too

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

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

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

thrown down an obvious gauntlet. She didn't just plan

fog of dark

was enraged. Despite the fact her expression didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, the blood thirst in

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

it seem as though it had been carved out of the hide of a dragon. Her left palm flipped over

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

manifested. With 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 flesh, lined with

her leg to take a

out through the air, only

the wind in two, only to