Low level arrays wouldn't have this high-level ability, as such, they used tricks. They would often feign an amplification by many different means that could include concentrating the energy used better, increasing weight or increasing speed.
As such, the level needed to create such arrays was much lower because none needed such fine manipulation. To increase weight, you would only need to convert the energy used to make the array into something tangible at the perfect instance of contact.
To increase speed, you could easily use the energy used to create the array as a booster to slice through air, or propel something like a fist or sword forward. Also, concentrating energy was as simple as using the array like a funnel to focus it in a point.
What was probably most important about all of this, was that these were things the blue haired girl had only understood after studying the array plate. Without these things being true, it would be impossible for the master of these plates to have simplified them as they had. What the girl didn't know is that she was exactly right.
Dyon had incorporated his knowledge of the human world into his understanding of the essence of arrays. Whereas someone of the martial world might understand that some energy was more volatile than others and that some combinations are better than others, they had never needed to study quantum mechanics and chemistry like humans had.
They had never needed to understand physics and the nature of things outside their own realms of comprehension. The mere fact the blue haired girl had deduced any of these was a testament to her intelligence.
What astonished the blue haired girl, was that the array of the plate incorporated all three 'tricks' so cleverly. It was efficient in not only deploying the amplification, but also in the way it was drawn. It made the girl wonder what would happen if the master hadn't used shorts cuts and drew to the best of their abilities… would they receive heaven's chimes?
Just as the girl was lost in thought, she was started awake by the ring that hung close to her chest.
SNAP!
The ring flew off of her neck, appearing before her. Panicking, she immediately jumped forward to catch the ring, but what happened afterwards had her stunned.
"Oof…"
She slammed into a firm body. She was about to fall backwards, but she felt a strong arm grab her waist and stabilize her.
She looked up in confusion, only to find a devilishly handsome young man. She was caught in a daze for a moment before she regained her senses. She hurriedly pushed him away with a strength greater than her body would suggest, a small blush on her face.
"Are you okay?" Dyon asked.
The girl didn't respond, her eyes instead fell on the adorable creature by his side before widening in surprise as she noticed the ring she had been carrying for so long was on his finger.
"That… my ring! You took it!"
Dyon looked at the girl in confusion before looking down at his hand, "You mean this?..."
"Of course! What else would I be talking about!"
"Um.. I think you're mistaken, this is my ring."
The girl's face flushed with fury. She had been dreaming about the master behind this ring for so long. Was she just supposed to believe that a young man around her age was the expert she had been pining for?
In anger, she immediately unsheathed her thin sword, "I'll give you three seconds to apologize and return my item to me. Or else, I'll kill you and take it myself. It doesn't seem as though you're Elvin, which means you've come through the array formation. If you want to go back home alive, you'll give me what's mine."
Dyon was astonished. Inwardly, he had several grievances.
For one, he had realized that his array had no effect on hiding the ring like he had hoped it would. Secondly, this girl he had never met before was trying to kill him for something that was obviously his. Lastly and worst of all, her personality couldn't be further from what she looked like!
How could you be so quick to anger with such an innocent appearance?! The only clue you might have to who she was, was her crop top armor and leather pants covered in her kilted short skirt, but even then, the gentle and pure eyes plus the light blue to silver hair overpowered whatever vibes you got from that.
He felt as though he was being bamboozled, like some god was playing a practical joke on him.
"Hold on. You're too beautiful to be caught up in anger so easily. Wouldn't it be a simple matter to prove whether the ring was mine or not?"
The girl was aggrieved. She clearly had an ordinary appearance, but this handsome boy was calling her beautiful as though just that would be enough to calm her anger? Dyon's playboy antics were only making her angrier.
"Fuck you! You think your cheap lines will work on me?!" The girl lunged forward at the flabbergasted Dyon.
Dyon leaped backwards and out of the cave, narrowly dodging her strike, 'She's strong…'
Dyon knew he had made a mistake in his words. He had been so entranced by her eyes and hair, he hadn't even noticed her ordinary facial features. He could understand how his words could be misconstrued as sweet talk to distract her. But, that only added to his list of grievances because he really meant what he said.
Plus, he had been serious. Weren't her eyes and hair part of her appearance? So he hadn't lied!
Watching Dyon calmly dodge her strikes only fueled the blue haired girl's fury, "Are you a man?! Or have you long since lost your balls!? Stop dodging like a coward!"
Dyon couldn't help but be startled again, 'This girl has such a… fierce mouth… I kinda like it.'
