Dimensional Descent

Teeth and blood flew.

Leonel grit his teeth. This son of a bitch really had a hard head.

"Hard headed son of a bitch," James said through gritted teeth.

Leonel craned his neck back in response, smashing forward again.

Not to be one to lose out, James craned his own and followed suit.

The sound of their foreheads clashing was akin to two slabs of metal, their brains rattling around as though jello on a plate. Even so, the two didn't seem to notice as they reeled back and smashed forward again.

Leonel's knee suddenly drove up with a hop, catching James off guard and nailing him right in the chin.

James' grip on Leonel's hands loosened as he stumbled back. Leonel tried to follow up with a winding kick, but James trapped it to his hip with an arm lock, roaring once as he lifted Leonel to the air and swung him toward the ground.

Leonel reacted quickly, twisting the position of his knee in James' hold and rounding the latter's back. With a swift movement, he threw his other leg over James' head and over his shoulder before locking in a solid headlock.

James tilted over, the momentum he had gathered while trying to throw Leonel causing him to fall to the ground. His father almost immediately went red, then purple, as Leonel's hold around his neck tightened again and again.

With a slight wind up, James drove a solid elbow into Leonel's liver as though he had eyes in the back of his head.

Leonel gasped for air, his whole body threatening to shut down completely. It was just a short lapse, but James used the opportunity to reach his hands back and grab toward Leonel's shoulders. When James realized that Leonel wasn't wearing a shirt, he changed tactics and grabbed the latter's head, roaring out as he flipped Leonel over his head and smashed him toward the ground.

The wind rushed out of Leonel's lungs, but he didn't have time to react as James' foot descended.

palming the ground. He spun on his palm, sweeping his legs out and kicking

over, sliding into a perfect armbar that left James' joints on the verge of

drove his hips upward, pinning down James' face

then, he used his free hand to slap at the ground with such force

he used the added flexibility to shift positions. As the two fell from the air

a pair of streaking

BOOM!

a daze. However, at the final moment, he had

both cried out at

dislocated shoulder and broken arm. As for Leonel, he barely managed to

James with one arm and Leonel like he was some sort of drunk driver on

BANG!

another but ended up spinning off

frankly, if it wasn't for the fact neither had used

of the ever-erowing crater. Aina watched

shook her head. At this point, she preferred if they had decided

the others appeared as well, but they seemed to take

got?"

on those bambi legs, classic CTE," Milan nodded like an expert. "He won't last another dozen exchanges,

arm, he's cooked, fried, sauteed, if you will. Cap's got

willing

a dozen kilograms,