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

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

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

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

lashed out, his blunt spear

felt all the air in his lungs leave his body, his

heavily on a foot and a knee, glaring upward

voice boomed, knocking Arion out of

around in confusion as though he had forgotten where he was for a

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

thoughts flooded back to him and

in Faelon's direction, not in subservience,

I lost myself.

snorted with unhappiness, but eventually grunted

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 were military training grounds, he would have already sent Arion to be

military, that was how you

of tags was in a total of 163

lowered his head and retreated as Alderian called forward

The only person who heard him was

but it wasn't very frequent. Sometimes it would occur just once every five, sometimes only once in a hundred, and the situations

of

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

had already understood what was happening after

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