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

globules of silver that danced in the air. Then, Leonel's fingers became a blurring whirlwind, snapping so fast that booms that dwarfed the thunder in the

Leonel was only in the Fifth Dimension... at least

agile, too quick. They seemed to be on a level all to their own, pushing and pulling back so quick that it

Star Force quickly

Cleansing Waters was far superior to any other purification method, much like the workbench...

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

especially shocking about this was that it took Talon upwards of five minutes to purify three Ores, while it had taken Leonel barely a second to purify just a

of Spirits were far better at some tasks than others, especially depending

worse when Leonel proceeded to do the same for

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

his body again, commandeering his hand for a moment before

delicate and fragile, and yet at the same time, it

Metal Spirit into his Divine Armor... why not get a Force Quill

that could pen the

of his strokes rang through the world like Spear Dance, as though a Natural Force Art was being

exactly what