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

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

battle junky, his gaze even becoming somewhat

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

and lashed out, his blunt spear tip

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

on a foot and a knee, glaring upward at Arion that even seemed

Arion out

lowered his spear, looking around in confusion as

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

thoughts flooded back to him and

Faelon's direction,

sorry, I lost

unhappiness, but eventually

were no lethal blows dealt, he chose to let it slide. Though, he had mostly chosen to

canons in the military, that was how you

a total of 163 to 148. Faelon wins by

lowered his head and retreated as Alderian called forward the

was Aina, and she looked toward him with an odd glint in

very frequent. Sometimes

300 bouts had been fought, the Half-Spirituals had won almost 200 of them, and of those 300, there were 11

50 tags, and even that upper bound only occurred when the duo was strong enough

had already understood what was happening