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

of assaults, forgetting almost

junky, his gaze even becoming somewhat blurred as he

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

hear him and lashed out, his blunt

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

a knee, glaring

Alderian's voice boomed, knocking Arion

in confusion

blood on it as the blunt tip

to him

bowed in Faelon's direction, not

sorry, I lost myself. Please forgive

but eventually grunted out an

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 these

in the military, that was how you ended up with dead

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

as Alderian called forward the

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

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

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

tags, and even that upper bound only occurred when the duo was strong enough to exchange at least 500 blows in the minute of

Leonel had already understood what was happening after the very