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 they

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

clear battle junky, his gaze even

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

out, his blunt

his body, his torso bending

knee, glaring upward at Arion that even seemed like he might

Arion out of his weird

blinked and slowly lowered his spear, looking around in confusion as though he had forgotten where

didn't have any blood on it as the blunt tip hadn't penetrated skin.

flooded back to him and

Faelon's direction,

lost myself.

unhappiness, but eventually grunted

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

that was how you ended up with dead

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

and retreated as Alderian called forward

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

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 them, and of those

and even that upper bound only occurred when the

Leonel had already understood what was happening after the