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.

to them, and every time they collapsed into one another, their bodies would

a rush, the two unleashed a barrage of assaults, forgetting almost instantly about the time they were

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

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

lashed out, his blunt spear tip skewering into

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

knee, glaring upward at

Alderian's voice boomed, knocking Arion out of his weird

confusion as though he had forgotten

any blood on it as the blunt tip hadn't

to him and his

direction, not in

lost myself.

unhappiness, but eventually grunted

had mostly chosen to do so because his Lordship had said

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

a total of 163 to 148. Faelon wins by a narrow

retreated as Alderian called forward the

person who heard him was Aina, and she looked toward him with an odd glint in her eyes

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

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

was close without fail, usually within 50 tags, and even that upper bound only occurred when the duo

understood what was