Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked down at Talon and then smiled.

"You've lost weight," he said with a chuckle.

Talon's gaze flashed with red.

He truly had. He had been a burly man, proud of iron belly and rippling muscles. But right now, he looked like a skeleton painted in loose skin. Chains flashed in and out of existence on him, and his own blood pooled down his body every time he tried to pull on more and more of his true strength.

He had been in the Incomplete World for too short a time and his comprehension couldn't compare to Leonel's, on top of the fact his Demi-God constitution and Dimensional level were above the latter's as well.

Even so, despite the smile on his face, Leonel still felt like he was staring into the maw of a giant.

This would be his first battle with a true Demi-God, and he could already feel the pressure.

Red tattoos flashed over Talon's body, and his hammers flashed with lightning.

One hammer was long and had a head as large as his body. It seemed to have grown in size once again. Wild arcs of lightning bolted around it.

The second was smaller and was the very one he used to Craft.

Standing there, despite the weakness of his body, he truly seemed to be the reincarnation of a war god risen from the dead.

His red runes flashed again, and he vanished.

Leonel's gaze narrowed. 'Fast.'

He side stepped, not reacting to Talon's burst of action, but rather its precursors. If he waited for Talon to move first, he would be too slow.

He could feel the aura of a Tier 4 from Talon, the radiant suppression of a Seventh Dimension existence blooming forth.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

but the

distance. Taking advantage of

exceptionally long pole arm, and

swung his hammer at Leonel's arm, imagining the scene of it erupting into shards

arm flashed with

used the momentum of his swing hammer to likewise pivot to the

BANG! BANG! BANG!

to those that could barely follow was that neither seemed to be able to hit

were on a

able to peer into the future, reading and

his skill might be far above Talon's, but it was more by design than coincidence or

great amount of skill into his attacks because he could rely on his race's

ultimate warrior, with wild strength and

body read and react as though he could see tens

for the suppression of the Regulator, this would certainly be

clairvoyance, though... Leonel

felt that his

by instinct, and

covered the Barbarian Race and incorporated

then used his Dream

above his head as robes danced into being on his body, fluttering

once before..." Leonel said

Natural

every ten strikes of Leonel's that hit air or were blocked by Talon, one slipped through, nicking across his skin and

Crafting, you stand no chance at

echoed

everywhere, a single strike seemingly