Dimensional Descent

Hutch's skin reddened, his eyes glazing over with a furious intent. When he swung his machete, it looked as though a crimson wave followed his every action. Those near him on the battlefield fell to their knees, unable to withstand the world shaking pressure.

Elorin calmly stepped forward, his own blade moving quite slowly, and yet it reached his grandfather just in time.

The two seemed to glide by one another, barely touching. All noise vanished and the world seemed to freeze before all hell broke loose.

CLANG! BOOM!

The glancing blow caused a booming wind to slice in all directions. Elorin's pristinely white tracksuit rustled wildly within the wind, almost as though it was trying to rip a path off of his body. At the same, Hutch's shirt was shredded to pieces, revealing a bronzed and powerful figure that didn't seem to match the old features of his face in the slightest.

The two only paused for a moment before their strengths erupted. Their figures danced around the battlefield, every clash leaving a crater in their wake, and yet their creation seemed to lag behind, taking three collisions before the earth seemed to catch up to what was happening and finally collapse.

Hutch's enraged howls echoed all across the Earth, the pain and fury within them causing the hearts of all those who heard it to race uncontrollably.

He fought like an absolute madman. None of his strikes seemed to have any sort of reason to them. He sliced from all angles, gathering momentum from impossible positions and erupting from irreparable positions.

Elorin calmly countered. Anyone with the eyesight to keep up with what was happening felt as though three of Elorin were fighting just one of Hutch. Due to this, his slow movements always seemed to counter his grandfather's fast and erratic ones with ease.

However, on the other side, Hutch didn't seem to be struggling very much at all either. His stamina felt endless and the bloody ocean wave that was his blade was relentless and all encompassing.

battle, and for some, this was the first time period. The old glory of the Hacker Hutch name seemed to have been

weak that Hutch hadn't won yet. Rather, they were

one furious, another calm, one bound by duty, the other bound by

BANG! BANG! BANG!

and suffocating all opposition. It reached the point where it was almost impossible to hold any other battles in the vicinity as the pair completely went all out without a hint of their familial ties

it looked far more like a meat grinder. Blade Force stuck out in all directions, rotating akin

seemed to become, and yet it was

once, and yet the after images of over ten blades formed at once, causing ten echoes to resound

his clever dispersal, Hutch's blade was relentless. The ten strikes seemed to disperse some of the circulation patterns on the rotating Force,

somewhat and his gaze narrowed as

head, but at that moment Elorin's figure seemed to ripple. The blade that should have taken his head passed right through him as though striking

blade danced. At that moment, the rust on the blade seemed to flake off one peel of gruesome brown-red at

and the stars

Blade Force rippling out of his body like a sharp nail, radiating in all directions. It only paused Elorin's machete for a moment, but it was enough time for

hilt to his neck, separating his ring ring and middle finger to allow Elorin's blade to perfectly land in the space between

fingers, however Hutch's battle experience was high. He clamped his fingers down first and pushed

blade a moment later, stepping forward with a

grandson anymore, no fictitious barriers, no heavy

free hand pierced forward, covered by Blade Force as he thrust toward Elorin's chest with

his eyes once again. The day he was assessed to have talent and shipped away from his own parent... the day he made his first friends... the day he picked out the weapon that called to him... the day he met the love of his life... the day they had their first child... the day he carried his grandson in his arms for the first time, only to be forced