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.

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

rush, the two unleashed a barrage of assaults, forgetting almost

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

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

didn't seem to hear him and lashed out, his blunt spear tip skewering

his body, his torso bending into

a knee, glaring

knocking Arion out of

blinked and slowly lowered his spear, looking around in confusion

it as

to him and

hurriedly bowed in Faelon's direction, not in

sorry, I lost myself. Please

but eventually grunted out an

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.

that was how

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

his head and retreated as Alderian called forward the

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

time there would be a few 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,

almost 200 of

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

understood what was happening after the very