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.

saber resounded. The weapons had a clear heft to them, and every time they collapsed into one another,

of assaults, forgetting almost

battle junky, his gaze even becoming somewhat blurred

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

lashed out, his

his body, his torso bending into a U-shape as he

glaring upward at Arion that even seemed like he might

knocking Arion out of his weird

spear, looking around in confusion as though he had forgotten

on it as the blunt tip

to him and

hurriedly bowed in Faelon's direction,

I lost

but eventually grunted out an

beneath his leather helm, but since Faelon had let it slide and there were no lethal blows dealt, he chose to let it slide. Though, he had mostly chosen to do so because his Lordship had said to go easy on them. If these were military training grounds, he would

didn't need loose canons in the military, that was how you ended up with

total of 163 to 148. Faelon wins by a

retreated as Alderian called

spoke in a low, cold voice. The only person who heard him was Aina, and she looked toward him with an

who stepped out of line like Arion did, but it wasn't very frequent. Sometimes it would occur just once every five, sometimes only once in a hundred, and the situations were always different, while the end result was just

200 of them, and of

within 50 tags, and even that upper bound only occurred when the duo was strong enough to exchange

had already understood what was happening after the very