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.

clear heft to them, and every time they collapsed into one another, their bodies would bow and bend as the wind

unleashed a barrage of assaults, forgetting almost

battle junky, his gaze

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

him and lashed out,

body, his torso

a knee, glaring upward at Arion that even

knocking Arion

his spear, looking around in confusion as though he had forgotten

spear didn't have any blood on it

thoughts flooded back to him and his

direction, not in subservience,

sorry, I lost myself. Please forgive

snorted with unhappiness, but

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

in the military, that was how you ended up

of tags was in a total of 163 to 148. Faelon wins

head and retreated as Alderian called forward the next

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

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

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

battle was close without fail, usually within 50 tags, and even that upper bound only occurred when the duo was strong enough to exchange at least 500 blows in

what was happening after the very