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.

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

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

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

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

out, his blunt spear tip skewering into Faelon's

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

a foot and a knee, glaring upward at

knocking Arion out of his

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

any blood on it as the blunt tip hadn't

to him

bowed in Faelon's direction, not

lost myself. Please

with unhappiness, but eventually

no lethal blows dealt, he chose to let it slide. Though, he had mostly chosen to do so

military, that was how you ended up with

in a total of 163 to 148. Faelon

as Alderian

Really?" Leonel spoke in a low, cold voice. The only person who heard him was Aina, and she looked toward him with an odd glint in her eyes as

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

had won almost 200 of them, and of those 300, there were 11 humans that had stepped out of

even that upper bound only occurred when the duo was strong enough

had already understood what was happening after