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.

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

two unleashed a barrage of assaults, forgetting almost instantly

like a clear battle junky, his gaze

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

lashed out, his blunt spear tip skewering into Faelon's

in his lungs leave his body,

a foot and a knee, glaring

Alderian's voice boomed, knocking Arion out of

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

any blood on it as the blunt tip

thoughts flooded back to him and

Faelon's direction, not

I lost myself.

unhappiness, but eventually grunted out an

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

military, that was how you ended up with dead

exchange of tags was in a total of 163

lowered his head and retreated as

Really?" Leonel spoke in a low, cold voice. The only person who heard him was Aina, and she

stepped out of line like Arion did, but it wasn't very frequent. Sometimes it would occur just once every

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

and even that upper bound only occurred

what was happening after the very