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.

in a long while those of Earth had seen Hutch battle, and for some, this was the first time period. The old glory

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

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

BANG! BANG! BANG!

in its path 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

storm. Rather than a blade, it looked far more like a meat grinder. Blade Force stuck out in all directions, rotating akin a drill, and yet having

yet it was this very violence that he somehow also seemed to have absolute perfect control

forward to parry with his own blade just once, and yet the after images of over ten blades formed at

was relentless. The ten strikes seemed to disperse some of the circulation patterns

the first time, Elorin's expression changed somewhat and his gaze narrowed as his grandfather's blade

figure seemed to ripple. The blade that should have taken his head passed

that moment, the rust on the blade seemed to flake off one peel of gruesome

sang and the stars shimmered, the Force

body like a sharp nail, radiating in all directions. It only paused Elorin's machete for a moment, but it was

separating his ring ring and middle finger to allow Elorin's blade to perfectly land in the

his grandfather's fingers, however Hutch's battle experience was high. He clamped his fingers

blade a moment later, stepping forward with a made look in his

anymore, no fictitious barriers, no

he thrust toward Elorin's chest with

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