Dimensional Descent

Arion looked toward the old Lord Guard, but the latter had already begun to speak again.

"Faelon. Passed the Preliminary Round of the Gathering of Kingdoms on his second bout. Forward."

The Preliminary Round had given everyone three chances to win a single battle. So long as they won one, they could make it to the next round. To say that one had passed on their second bout meant that they had lost one before making it to the next.

The fact that both seemed to have the same record painted the picture that the Ma'at Bubble was at least not forming an unfair pairing and it should be a fair battle.

"You two will be sparring. The winner will be based on a tag system and your weapons, should you need them, will be provided, as they will be blunt. A tag will be based on my count and every battle will last one minute total.

"Now, what weapons, if any, do you need?"

The Half-Spiritual spoke first. "I'll take a saber."

The old Lord Guard looked toward Arion. "I... will take a spear."

"Good."

Soon, the two had their blunt weapons and faced off against one another.

"Begin."

The two shot forward.

A minute sounded like a short time, but in reality, for Seventh Dimensional existences of their caliber, it was enough to exchange several hundred moves and even decide a winner if one was superior enough.

The weapons had a clear heft to them, and every time they collapsed into one another, their bodies would bow

of assaults, forgetting almost instantly about

battle junky, his gaze even becoming somewhat blurred as he

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

and lashed out, his blunt spear tip

all the air in his lungs leave his body, his torso bending into a U-shape as he was

foot and a knee, glaring upward

knocking Arion

blinked and slowly lowered his spear, looking around in confusion as though he had forgotten where he

spear didn't have any blood on it as the blunt tip hadn't

to

Faelon's direction, not

I lost myself. Please forgive

with unhappiness, but

no lethal blows dealt, he chose to let it slide. Though, he had mostly chosen to do so because his

in the military, that was how

exchange of tags was in a total of 163 to

and retreated as Alderian called

who heard him was Aina, and

it wasn't very frequent. Sometimes it would occur just once every five, sometimes only once

had been fought, the Half-Spirituals had won almost 200 of them, and of those 300, there were 11 humans that had stepped

tags, and even that upper bound only occurred when the duo was strong enough to exchange at least 500 blows

understood what was