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.

of spear and saber resounded. The weapons had a clear heft to them, and every time

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

battle junky, his gaze even becoming somewhat blurred

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

lashed out, his blunt

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

glaring upward at Arion that even seemed

boomed, knocking Arion

his spear, looking around in confusion as though he had

blood on it as the blunt tip hadn't

flooded back to

bowed in Faelon's direction, not in subservience, but

I lost myself. Please

with unhappiness, but eventually

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 have

canons in the military, that was

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

lowered his head and retreated as

The only person who heard him was Aina, and she looked toward him with an

be a few who stepped out of line like Arion did, but it wasn't very frequent. Sometimes it would

the time 300 bouts had been fought, the Half-Spirituals had won almost 200 of them, and of

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

what was happening after