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 collapsed into one another, their bodies would bow and bend as the wind

assaults, forgetting

battle junky, his gaze even becoming somewhat blurred

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

didn't seem to hear him and lashed out, his blunt

body, his torso bending into a U-shape as he

a knee, glaring upward at Arion that even seemed

boomed, knocking Arion

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

spear didn't have any blood on it as the blunt

back to him and his

bowed in Faelon's direction, not in

lost myself.

with unhappiness, but eventually grunted

chose to let it slide. Though, he had mostly chosen to do so because

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

of tags was in a total of 163

and retreated as Alderian called

The only person who heard him was Aina, and she looked toward him with an odd glint in

went on, from time to time there would be a 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

Half-Spirituals had won almost 200 of them,

fail, usually within 50 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