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.

spear and saber resounded. The weapons had a clear heft to them, and every time they collapsed into one another, their bodies would bow and bend as the wind clapped

assaults, forgetting almost instantly about

like a clear battle junky, his gaze even becoming somewhat blurred

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

out,

all the air in his lungs leave his body, his torso bending into

glaring upward at Arion that even

boomed, knocking Arion

around in confusion

on it as the

flooded back to him and his face

direction,

sorry, I lost myself.

snorted with unhappiness, but

frowned 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

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

in a total of 163 to 148. Faelon wins by

his head and retreated as Alderian called

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

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

the Half-Spirituals had won almost 200 of them,

upper bound only occurred when the duo was strong enough to

had already understood what was happening after the very first