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 body out from below as though a

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

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

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

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

with intent to humiliate. And, the only way you could get away

stomp stopping what was left her

even something Simona would list in her top

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

light in Simona's gaze grew, a fog of

They could tell that their young miss was enraged. Despite the fact her expression didn't seem to have changed in the

away, if I were you." Aina said lightly. "Unless you're seeking to be humiliated again,

say a single word. Her right palm flipped over to reveal a snaking black with dense scale-like patterns that made it seem as though it had been carved out of the hide of a dragon. Her left

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

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

to take a second step,

out through the air, only to be deflected by

wind in two, only to have its Blade Force shattered by