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.

clash 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

of assaults, forgetting almost instantly about the time they

gaze even becoming somewhat

"Time!" Alderian spoke out.

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

air in his lungs leave his body, his torso

heavily on a foot and a knee, glaring

boomed, knocking Arion

spear, looking around in confusion as though he had forgotten where he

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

flooded back to him and

in Faelon's direction, not

I lost myself. Please

but eventually

mostly chosen to do so because his Lordship had said to go easy on them.

didn't need loose canons in the military, that was how you ended up with

in a total of

head and retreated as

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

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

won almost 200 of them, and of those 300, there were 11

tags, and even that upper bound only occurred when the duo was strong enough to exchange at

understood what was happening after the very first

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