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

barrage of assaults, forgetting almost

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

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

to hear him and lashed out,

Half-Spiritual felt all the air in his lungs leave his body, his torso bending

and a knee, glaring upward at

Alderian's voice boomed, knocking Arion out of his

in confusion as though he had forgotten where he was for

have any blood on it as

flooded back to him and

direction, not in subservience, but

sorry, I lost

with unhappiness, but eventually

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

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

in a total of 163 to 148. Faelon wins by

as Alderian called forward the next

in a low, cold voice. The only person who heard him was Aina, and she looked toward

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 once in a hundred, and the situations were always different, while the end result was just the

200 of them, and of those 300, there were

battle was close without 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

understood what was happening