Dimensional Descent

[Thanks to Mr. Ham (3/6)]

With a tap of fingers, ripples echoed into the world.

Many were shocked. Was Leonel not going to take out a workbench?

In truth, Leonel had never really gotten used to using a workbench. Though, this was mostly his fault. Many of the situations he ended up Crafting in were open spaces like this one. Although he could have brought out his workbench, he never needed to.

He only used his workbench when he needed to completely focus on a task, one that stretched his abilities to the absolute limit. For example, he had never forged any one of his Divine Armors without the help of his workbench.

However... he felt that it was wholly unnecessary in this situation.

The workbench personally crafted by the Minerva Race had no reason to make an appearance here.

*Bloop

Little Tolly started off with such an innocent sound, and yet in a single instant it rose up like a roaring Eastern dragon, spiraling into the skies.

Leonel didn't ask the little guy to do this, but it seemed it had been provoked by Talon's display. It didn't interfere with Talon's lightning because it felt that this would ruin the spirit of the battle, but that didn't stop its head from growing so large that it looked as though it could swallow the city whole.

ROAR!

The Ores of Owlan Race's Bubble all shook. Mines rose and collapsed, the city walls cracking as though he would shatter a moment later.

Leonel tapped another

that danced in the air. Then, Leonel's fingers became a blurring whirlwind, snapping so fast that booms that dwarfed the thunder in the skies began to ripple out faster and

have forgotten in that moment that Leonel was only in the Fifth Dimension... at least to

were too agile, too quick. They seemed to be on a level all to their

began to glow on his forearms as his Vital Star Force quickly

up by Little Tolly. Although using Cleansing Waters was far superior to any other purification method, much like the workbench... Leonel simply didn't think it

what looked like shimmering graphite sitting beside what looked like a lump of coal. The latter of which was obviously the impurities, while the former was a perfect representation of a perfectly purified

to purify three

tasks than others, especially depending on the Path they took... was it really meant to be

Leonel proceeded

was that Leonel didn't just case away the impure lumps of goal as he began to

air as he brought out Force Quill... or what they should was

for a

looked so delicate and fragile, and yet at the same time, it radiated

incorporate his Metal Spirit into his Divine Armor... why

could

Every one of his strokes rang through the world like Spear Dance, as though a

exactly