Digimon Convergence Log II, Part 6 tobiax Forest Lord Join Date Jun 2011 Location Earth Posts 7,173 The injured Beast Mega shielded his eyes from the explosions, his arm shielding his unhelmeted head from any incoming debris. Just as the deeply entwined consciousnesses within the Digimon began to question how he would even begin to reach the opening that was created, War Capidramon found himself launched into the air by the surprisingly powerful Golden Armored Dog Mega. As he was lofted into the air, the Spartan Rodent lashed out his arms, digging his claws into the scorched, crumbling material left from the explosive barrage. Looking down, he showed a rare, genuine smile. "Thank you, my friend," he responded with gratitude, "Surely, the Digital World has a true guardian in you." Without another word, he brought his clawed hand up, slamming it into the wall above before doing the same with the other. Slowly, he made the arduous climb to the roof from the inside. Whether or not this journey would end with his salvation or destruction was still to be told. ----- 'I don't think we'll be able to make it,' Jordan broke the internal silence as the Digital body's arm trembled in the ascent. 'No, we'll make it,' Shrewmon returned, 'We have to. I'll be your strength, all you have to do is hang on.' ----- And so, the battered but determined Biomerged Mega continued on, pushing off with his feet, which occasionally slipped on the crumbled wall, his claws digging deep, his entire life, it seemed, determined on and by this climb. He could see the light, but it was faint. Thrusting his arm upward, it broke through a layer of rubble which seemed to have fallen back into place. His hand clutched on the hard, smooth surface that it found, his elbow locking him into place. It was then that the last of the Mega's energy began to wane, his glowing eyes beginning to dim. ---------- "Scar? As if!" the Royal Knight declared, "There's no way you could even touch me now," he added with a snigger, "But I'd love to see you try." Being that his attack had been more or less evaded, he ceased his firing, leaving the last of the myriad bolts to land in a crystalline mass. However, as he heard the concussive sounds of blasts radiate from the Demon Lord, he shot his head up. "Darkdramon, intercept," he ordered flatly. "Sir!" he declared. Swinging his lance out before him, the Black Knight Captain leaned forward. With a humming sound and a faint glow, the spines on his back stretched out before coming ablaze with white fire. The Dragon flew upwards on his wings of light, steadying his lance out before himself. "Dark Roar!" he declared as the lance began to glow. Black bolts of lightning flashed down from the clouds, running along the lance and gathering at its jagged tip. Although it was small, a power that caused the ornaments of the castle to shake was building within that sphere. In one sudden movement, the sphere dramatically increased in size, crackling with anti-matter as the Baron of Fear drew back his arm and flung it forward, releasing the attack to deflect the Corona Blasts and consume Beelzemon himself. Reply Reply With Quote • 10-17-2012 #998 Mattmanganon Lockon Look-a-like Join Date Nov 2010 Location orbiting the earth inside my gundam with my sights trained on you Posts 9,623 "Oh, i'm sorry, Scar, how did your eye get like that?" smiled Beelzemon as Sleiphmon made the accusation of not being able to touch him. he wasn't surprised that his Carona blasts hadn't worked, but the fact that they were intercepted by someone new was unexpected. then the Dragon Roar came at him, everything seemed to stop for a second whilst Dirk and Impmon stood in Limbo. "So... we could avoid this?" asked Dirk. "Yup... but i think we can try something else." replied Impmon. "Him." he said pointing at the ghostly figure of Crusadermon. Dirk immediately covered himself with his hands, being that he was naked in limbo and didn't trust Crusadermon not to be looking. "I think i've got you..." smiled Dirk. "Come on, let's do it together." he said, linking arms with Impmon. Time returned to its normal flow as Beelzemons free arm seemed to blister and erupt with Crusadermons shield. he drew the arm back "FIST OF ATHENA!!!" He then let his arm fly forwards and punched the ball of energy. the two entities seemed to stop for a second before the glowing black orb turned pink and reversed its direction, flying straight back at Darkdramon. Beelzemon began panting as he floated backwards "Do not underestimate me, i've got the power of all of your buddies that i killed. my country, a fine country, a country that i would give my life to protect. Reply Reply With Quote • 10-27-2012 #999 Psyker Landshark Nooses are bad. Join Date May 2010 Location Places. Posts 4,122 BanchoLeomon Grinning in feral delight as Examon Prime dropped in with a dynamic entry to Imperialdramon's face, BanchoLeomon Ruin Mode shifted his attention back to Parasimon Mordred, who seemed paralyzed in shock at all the insanity around him. BanchoLeomon, being partly insane thanks to his Dark Digivolution, had no such problems, and simply took everything in stride as he rushed straight towards Parasimon, ramming into him with a shoulder check before taking advantage of his momentum to form another aura blade and slam it into the monstrosity's chest. Reaching up, BanchoLeomon Ruin Mode covered his left palm with shadowy, corrosive aura and slammed it into Parasimon Mordred's face, using his grip on his head to force him to the ground. Now in a dominant position, both of BanchoLeomon's halves agreed in unison to finish the bastard then and there. Lucas saw no point in prolonging an already arduous fight, and the temporarily insane Leomon simply wanted more slaughter. The black lion formed a sword from his aura and slammed it into Parasimon's face, but it was stopped by a rapidly reforming Omni-Shield, which shattered from the stress. Frowning, the beast decided to opt for overkill, given his opponent's tendency to regenerate. "I should have finished you off yesterday, you worthless bug." He snarled, raising his other hand, coated in dark aura. Behind him, black blades formed, all pointed at vital areas on Parasimon Mordred's body. "Black Gate." BanchoLeomon Ruin Mode snapped his fingers, and the swords flew at Parasimon. ___ Imperialdramon Narrowing his eyes in irritation at Parasimon Mordred not hearing his command, Imperialdramon Paladin Mode didn't notice Examon Prime charging in until it was too late, and took two feet to the face for his trouble. Taken off guard, he stumbled back a step and left himself open to an uppercut to the stomach, which launched him up into the air. Grunting in pain, Imperialdramon extended his wings, steadying himself and halting his upward flight. Enraged, he dived down, extending his wings to their maximum span. Brandishing the Omni-Sword, he swung in a feint before channeling data to his intended weapons, his wings. Enhanced with data, Imperialdramon's wings grew in size and became razor sharp, capable of easily cutting through Examon Prime's hands should he be foolish enough to try to catch them. ____ Baihumon The Sovereign of the West observed the battle raging down below, with the Sovereign of the South next to him, who was glaring at Imperialdramon with blazing fury. "What are those fools doing?! Finish him, damn you!" Zhuqiaomon snarled under his breath, flames licking around him as he became increasingly agitated, not satisfied without Imperialdramon's death. "Calm down, South." Baihumon snarled, equally as displeased as his compatriot was. "I don't like this either, but Xuanwumon wishes to abstain from causing trouble with Azulongmon, and I'd prefer to at least retain neutrality with him." "The longer this goes on, the more I want to kill Azulongmon..." Zhuqiaomon muttered, holding his position and continuing to keep watch with some reluctance. The White Tiger returned to surveying the battlefield when he noticed an interesting sight. A WarCapidramon, nearly battered to death, trying to climb out of the ruins of the castle and rejoin the battle. "Even though he lies near death, he still risks his life to aid his companions. Impressive." The Sovereign of the West mused, an idea coming to mind. Azulongmon never said anything about appointing champions, after all... Baihumon leapt back down to the ground, landing on the roof of the castle, just above WarCapidramon. "Fear not, warrior. It's not your time. Not yet." The White Tiger said solemnly, freeing one of the twelve Digicores that orbited his body and offered it to WarCapidramon. "You have fought well to come as far as you have with the power you currently possess, and so I shall offer you the power you need to fight on further. If you are willing, take my core into yourself and rise as a champion of the West.." Last edited by Psyker Landshark; 11-01-2012 at 06:05 PM. The Human Instrumentality Committee: An Evangelion Fan Group Steam name: Baron Von Kittenkiller Xbox Live Gamertag: CrisisRain League of Legends IGN: NoOneLovesYou Skype username: tehlawgiver Originally Posted by Kyouko Psyker Landshark, troller extrordinaire, at your service. Reply Reply With Quote • 11-01-2012 #1000 Mattmanganon Lockon Look-a-like Join Date Nov 2010 Location orbiting the earth inside my gundam with my sights trained on you Posts 9,623 ==Azulongmon== deep in the core of the Digital world, where the Sovereigns had lay dorment for many an age, Azulongmon watched the battle through a large magic orb. "This has most certainly gotten out of hand..." he saw Baihumon giving his energy to WarCapidramon. "Giving your powers to one such as he is not the best course of action... We need to interfere as least as we possibly can." "My Lord..." said a voice, Azulongmon looked down to see Antylamon "Are you sure that you will not enter the battle yourself?" asked the Deva. "No, my faithful servant, as dangerous as the situation has gotten... The coming storms brutallity will be at least 1000 times stronger than this, if they cannot handle this situation without our help, then there truly is no hope for us..." replied Azulongmon. "Then at least allow me to go on your behalf? i will make sure that the situation does not escalate." "My Servant... what do you hope to accomplish when two of my Brothers are already there." "I... I fear for the sake of Lord Zhuqiaomon." said Antylamon "He is Brash and could end up being killed by those... Monstrocities." she looked up, a little confused looking, as she heard a soft chuckle coming from Azulongmon. "You speak much like Lord Imperieldramon... But what you need to understand is that all creatures have a purpose. Maybe these creatures have the purpose of simply giving our allies valuable experience." he then looked in on Bladramon fighting with Kappa. "Or even... as simple as waking a slumbering beast..." "I... I understand... So what are my orders?" she asked with a bow. "You my dear have a very special assignment." • 11-02-2012 #1001 tobiax Forest Lord Join Date Jun 2011 Location Earth Posts 7,173 He arched his back, bursting through the final crust left by the barrage unleashed by Rapidmon. Looking up, War Capidramon saw the source of the power he had felt from so far away, the great Sovereign Baihumon. He gasped in awe, his head dropping in a mixture of exhaustion, respect, and fear. While Shrewmon's mind was at peace in the presence of the "Father Tiger" of Beast Digimon, Jordan's was spinning with nerves. He was sure that a Digimon with that power would easily sense the human inside the Digital Body, and know what he had done. He swallowed hard, bracing for impact, but instead, he heard a voice. "Fear not, warrior. It's not your time. Not yet." he heard the White Tiger of the West announce. With a gasp, he looked up into the eight eyed face of the Digital Master Beast. With this, a glowing pearl approached the form of the battered Gladiator Beast. "You have fought well to come as far as you have with the power you currently possess, and so I shall offer you the power you need to fight on further. If you are willing, take my core into yourself and rise as a champion of the West.." As the Digi-Core approached, its light reflected in the eyes of WarCapidramon. Within that light, Jordan could see a cliff with a cloudy sky. Suddenly, that sky tore open into a blaze of fire, from which the most gaunt, ghastly steer galloped, their calls seemingly bemoaning their state. Their horns were black, and shining, and their hooves seemed to be made of steel. He could see flames leaping from what looked like demonic brands on their hinds, and he could feel the reek of their hot breath. Their galloping sent streaks of lightning hurtling through the sky, sending the spire of deep, sickening fear driving into him. And then, he saw the riders. They were mounted upon skeletal steeds which could not be identified, breathing flames from long, open nasal passages, some with twisted, black horns upon their long heads. The riders thereupon were gaunt and pale, almost skeletal themselves, cracking whips and leading baying, winged hounds on their wild hunt across the skies. Among the cattle, spectral forms of the most horrid types appeared, striking one another and hiding among the cattle to gain meager seconds before vanishing again. Just as the riders emitted a tremendous shout, he was jolted to reality, the vision fading. He knew now what he must do. Standing with the last of his strength, WarCapidramon allowed the Holy Digi-Core to enter his body, merging with his chest in a bright light. ---------- Sleipmon looked on at the odd turn of events. "As if the half bit Bunker Shield of a dead knight could do anything to me!" he exclaimed. Tilting his weapons upwards, he lined the returning sphere in his sights. "Bifröst Barrage!" he called out. Rapidly hammering on the triggers of his fusion crossbows, the Horse Knight sent the flaming, iridescent projectiles forth at near blinding speed, bent on tearing through the reversed attack and plunging into the Demon Lord, using the attack's own trajectory to hide the incoming bolts. ---------- '...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...' The whizzing sound approached as though from nowhere, signaling a more deadly arrival. At near blinding speed, a streak of light sped by, passing between Bladramon and Orci Kappa, narrowly missing the two combatants. With a soft thud, a long metal spear with a single hooked point imbedded itself into the ground beyond the two Digital Goliaths. Far beyond, in the direction from which the spear had come, a figure in blue, shimmering armor stood, its radiance making it appear as though it were floating in mid air. A fierce gaze tore its way to the two Monsters whose battle it had interrupted. The spear then vanished, returning to the outstretched hand of the figure. A loud, booming roar burst forth, though it was hard to distinguish weather it came from the figure or just beyond. In a loud voice, the figure proclaimed, "Who are you, who claims to be Death itself?" Reply Reply With Quote • 11-09-2012 #1002 Fish Of Oblivion MONGRELS Join Date Nov 2010 Location Britain. Land of the Limeys... Posts 14,544 Parasimon Unfortunately for Parasimon as BanchoLeomon launched his assault upon him with a vicious frenzy, the Royal Vengeance fired off by UlforceVeedramon had broken his shield for a few seconds, allowing the berserking lion to deliver a beatdown unhindered due to Parasimon’s state of shock. Fortunately for Parasimon, though, the lighting-fast beatdown delivered to him via BanchoLeomon was only a short-term pain to him as opposed to the long-term pain that would have been dealt to him via the Royal Vengeance, which the lion had conveniently knocked him out of the way of with his attack. Lying on the ground, smacked about, regenerating and regaining his ability to think properly as the reformed Omni-Shield sprung up to impede any further attempt at attacking the monster whilst he was on the ground, Parasimon was at least grateful that he would be able to get back up from this... "I should have finished you off yesterday, you worthless bug." And then BanchoLeomon went and stomped on something of a sore spot. ‘... So, I’m worthless, am I?’ Parasimon thought to himself, forgoing rage to go into something approaching a tranquil fury, ‘Maybe, maybe not... but I cannot die here. Not yet.’ The Omni-Shield still out after BanchoLeomon had smashed it before falling back, Parasimon’s body was peppered with the swords...To seemingly little avail as the insect rose back to his feet, his body hissing with seething, burning energy as it set about regenerating it’s wounds. Orange light crackled in the air around him as he stared at BanchoLeomon with weary eyes, the Omni-Shield reforming itself quickly in order for the final clash between the two. Rather than using more words, Parasimon just let his state of mind do the talking for him as he swung his arm towards BanchoLeomon, Ambrosius Longinea appearing mid-swing with the intent to bisect the lion with the blade at it’s tip. The time to play around had ended. Whether or not BanchoLeomon died by his hand or not, it didn’t matter. All that mattered to Parasimon for now was his survival- Whether it was by the skin of his teeth or over a mountain of slain enemies was irrelevant. __________________________________________________ ____________________________ Kappa Rolling his eyes as Bladramon kept on talking about how awesome he was, Kappa raised his lance in preparation as the fusion followed it up by charging at him with his sword prepped. By this point, the Orci was getting fairly bored. Whilst Bladramon had looked like he would be fun to fight, the ensuing battle had shown otherwise- He was full of himself, and instead of just going all-out and destroying Kappa like he said he would, he was just choosing to toy around like a numbskull. Toying around like a complete idiot in the middle of an incredibly important battle where any of the remaining Knights could kill any of the Tamers if given the appropriate chance? What a masterstroke of genius. Soon as he saw his chance to leave, Kappa would be out of there. He was sure that he had a better way to spend his time than this. “Actually, I have a fairly good impression of your power. Given that you’re made of two of Omnimon’s components, you’re exactly as strong as he was. And from what I heard, he wasn’t all that successful in doing anything,” The white abomination jeered at Bladramon, feeling him appear behind him with his enhanced instincts. And so, as Bladramon came at him from behind... There was a roar as the roof beneath Kappa gave way, sending him down into a large inside courtyard of the castle below and out of the way of Bladramon. “And you wanna end this? Sure, works for me. You talk the talk, but you don’t walk the walk, I’m afraid,” Kappa muttered, seemingly disappointed as he clicked his fingers... Initiating every explosive charge over the battlefield he had fought Bladramon in, reducing the roof and platforms above to debris in a raging burst of energy. “Laters,” The white Orci drawled, flying up through the maelstrom and into the airspace over the Knight’s castle quickly in order to go do something more productive, passing the powered-up WarCapidramon on the way up, “Maybe we’ll meet again some time? My place, my lance through your chest again? Don’t be a stranger, Executioner.” And with that, the Orci left, leaving Bladramon and WarCapidramon behind in a massive cloud of smoke, dust, fire and energy. ____________________________________________ Primus “Going somewhere?” A cold, vicious voice chided towards Sigma as two small lances roared towards the traitor Orci at incredible speed, both of them slamming through each of his wings in order to send him crashing down to the ground, “Because I might just have something to say about that, brother.” A dark shape in the sky, Orci Primus, strongest and most cruel of the Orci that trod foot upon the field that day made a beeline for his traitorous brother Sigma, four of his six smaller lances floating in the air around him as he whipped up a vicious maelstrom of steel, wind and dark flame to let loose upon him. Shameless Plugging! The Human Instrumentality Committee: An Evangelion Fan Group RP Guild: Now on Facebook! My Crappy Drawings. View at your own risk... ／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ Being Meduka Is Suffering... Killroy wuz ere. Reply Reply With Quote • 11-10-2012 #1003 Psyker Landshark Nooses are bad. Join Date May 2010 Location Places. Posts 4,122 BanchoLeomon BanchoLeomon Ruin Mode's conjured blades lanced into Parasimon Mordred, but to seemingly no avail, as the monstrosity stood back up, shaking the black beast off of him as he began to regenerate from his wounds. Snarling under his breath, he ducked under the lance Parasimon had swung at him and retaliated with two quick punches, once again shattering a rapidly-reforming Omni-Shield, and kicked the massive Digimon away from him, using the momentum from his kick to leap back himself, gaining some distance as he attempted to rethink his course of action. No matter how much power he threw behind his attacks, the bug just regenerated from his wounds. BanchoLeomon assumed that he could probably just keep beating Parasimon down until he ran out of energy or data to use in regeneration, but that would take far too long. No, if he was to win, he'd have to annihilate the bastard's entire body with one strike. But what did he have in his arsenal that could do the trick? A full-charge God Hand, similar to the version he'd used on Imperialdramon and Gaiomon would work... At that moment, a vision of an attack echoed in the lion's fused mind. Aura condensing into a sword blacker than the deepest abyss. An improvement on God Hand, one that would be far more stable, resulting in an attack that wouldn't lose power as it was released. Perfect. But it had a charge time, so he'd need help. A scan of the battlefield, revealed UlforceVeedramon still nearby, and BanchoLeomon leapt over to him, touching down on the ground. "Ulforce, I've got an attack that should finish Parasimon off, but it has a charge time. Need you to hold him off for thirty seconds, give or take, and shatter the Omni-Shield, as soon as I call ready." The black lion commanded, bringing his hands together as if to grip an invisible sword in front of him as the black aura surrounding his body began to gather in that spot, a faint outline of a sword appearing as more aura was accumulated. ___ Sigma As the greatest of his brothers detected him and punctured his wings, sending him crashing into the ground, Orci Sigma sighed under his breath in resignation, rather unbothered by his crash landing. Damn it, and he'd been so close to getting away, too! If only Primus hadn't caught on for ten more seconds, then he could've made a clean getaway. Then again, it had felt like goddamn months for him to be noticed. It was like a certain jackass had forgot about him entirely while he was supposed to be flying away. But the newly-christened Sigmamon had no more time to think as Orci Primus was upon him, four lances pointed right at him. Gesturing to the side, the green abomination fired a spiked chain at a nearby cliffside and quickly used it to reel himself in, narrow avoiding being impaled by a hair's breadth. Sigmamon grasped onto the cliffside, desperately pumping data into his ruined wings. "Now, now, brother. Why so serious?" Sigma grinned as his chain weapon, Uroboros, manifested around him, ready to shoot out or defend himself. He needed to buy time until his wings healed so he could escape, but he held no belief that he could take on Primus in a straight fight. Stalling was his only option. "Seriously, I don't even see why you're so bothered by this. Care to explain?" The Human Instrumentality Committee: An Evangelion Fan Group Steam name: Baron Von Kittenkiller Xbox Live Gamertag: CrisisRain League of Legends IGN: NoOneLovesYou Skype username: tehlawgiver Originally Posted by Kyouko Psyker Landshark, troller extrordinaire, at your service. Reply Reply With Quote • 11-11-2012 #1004 Fish Of Oblivion MONGRELS Join Date Nov 2010 Location Britain. Land of the Limeys... Posts 14,544 Orci Primus Hissing with triumph as his attack on Sigmamon succeeded and forced the traitor to ground himself, Primus decided to retain the high-ground whilst he could and keep his brother in one area. Even if he couldn't finish the former Orci off in the small period of time this success allowed him, he could prevent him from escaping by smacking him back down onto the ground from his vantage point. His power was only a short distance behind that of the father, so this battle was due to be in his favor- Just how he liked it. "Why so serious?" The Head Orci repeated to his brother as he began his reply, snarling a little as his other four lances missed their target, but only for a moment as they and the two other lances returned to him in the next instant and garbed his face with a vicious smirk, "That's actually a good question, brother. Why would I be so angered by you turning on the father?" The six lances all back under his command, there was a roar as they began to spin in a conical formation, energy gathering within the bladed circle that comprised the head of the cone as Primus charged his next attack. "It's simple. I really don't care about you betraying the father. A pathetic wretch like him, who can't even make sense of his own damn loyalties and can't decide whether he's Yggdrasil's lapdog or some poor tortured soul, isn't worth following. In fact, between you and me, I'm actually impressed that you beat me to turning on him. But that's just the thing- If I'm going to do what I'm planning, I'm going to need a vast amount of power." The energies within the head of the conically-rotating lances overflowing and distorting the air around them now that they had reached their peak of power, there was a roar as a gigantic blast of wind, dark power, flame and steel blasted out and went roaring towards Sigma, the beam rotating around to meet the Orci with it's wide range, in order to prevent any means of escape for the green bastard. "And given that you've gorged yourself on the data of the little ones, getting a drop on you and slaughtering you whilst I can is an ideal way of getting that power. You're still weaker than me, but the data you have can be put to good use for my own ends. I am sorry, brother, but you're going to have to die for the greater good." __________________________________________________ ________________ Parasimon Mordred Snarling as BanchoLeomon dodged the swing of his lance, Parasimon Mordred stumbled forwards from the force of the swing, and regaining his balance soonafter, began to take a look around for the feline. And sighted him over by UlforceVeedramon, charging up what seemed to be a new attack. Now, Parasimon was certainly no genius- Having his mind severely hampered by the strain of holding together the Spirits that had also turned him into the violent, zealous, morally ambiguous asshole that even the bulk of his own comrades looked down on- But even he could tell that BanchoLeomon's newest development did not bode well for him. At all, if the usual trend was proven. So, regaining his balance entirely, Parasimon made a quick manuovre and spun the tip of Ambrosius Longinea around to face BanchoLeomon and UlforceVeedramon's general direction, gripping the shaft of the weapon tightly as he let loose a storm of energy and projectiles towards the pair, following it up by splitting his Omni-Shield into two parts that began to charge up with gigantic amounts of the energy he had absorbed after neutralizing UlforceVeedramon's earlier attack. Shameless Plugging! The Human Instrumentality Committee: An Evangelion Fan Group RP Guild: Now on Facebook! My Crappy Drawings. View at your own risk... ／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ Being Meduka Is Suffering... Killroy wuz ere. Reply Reply With Quote • 4 Weeks Ago #1005 vincanity0011210 Read Disclaimer Join Date Oct 2008 Location in a house Posts 8,760 "I suppose it would be beneficial to both of us for you to deal with one of these... Creatures that seem to be serving the Knights, though... You seem to be up to the task…" The words echoed in Emperorgreymon’s mind as he continued his run after the Sigma Orci. Back when he was in futuristic gear, he would be able to fly with ease. Now the physical labor of running both felt better and seemed faster, no energy drain wearing on him at all. "Oh, and don't worry about AncientMermaidmon? I'll put a good word in for you with Xuanwumon, my fiery little friend." A grin was hidden on the digimon’s face, feeling the tug of the Water Spirits at this thought. Mmm… steamy. Thought the hybrid of Flame and Water. His steamy thoughts were interrupted by the crash, bang, boom, and fuck of Sigma and now the arrival of Primus. Keeping within stride of them proven easy for Emperorgreymon, but now hiding was an issue. Staying far enough away from the giants to be out of sight, the Red Knight began to work his way around boulders, inching closer to listen to the conversation and attack if the opportunity presented itself. It only took a couple exchanges before Emperorgreymon snickers. “Damn. This sounds like what would happen if me and Mirage were enemies. Maybe Parasimon made artificial copies of the comrades that would never side with him… ugh, I hope not. I need to stop all this thinking business. It makes me itch for battle.” He said, still monologuing with himself in a loud whisper. Thankfully, he was far enough away from the action that it could be excusable. Then some interesting information finally presented itself. “A pathetic wretch like him, who can't even make sense of his own damn loyalties and can't decide whether he's Yggdrasil's lapdog or some poor tortured soul, isn't worth following.” Emperorgreymon was never one to mince words. He preferred straightforward conversation that required little review to uncover meanings. So to him, these simple phrases spoke clearly to him that the original Orci, Parasimon, was not some demonic, mutant spawning, being of hell. Another grin came back to his face. “So… You can take the Parasimon out of the Susanoomon, but you can’t take the Susanoomon out of Parasimon… Maybe you have some principles left after all.” He said to himself, as if he was speaking to the insect knight himself. Another thought interruption occurred as a large beam was fired and letting off energy in a large range. “Huh. Interesting watching one of those without being the target. Looks painful.” He said, walking away from the two Orci in a casual fashion, having seen enough. An annoyed grunt came from Ulforceveedramon as his hand mutated back to it’s blue hue. Every time he released one of those bombs, it somehow was disappeated and did less damage. Taking a knee for a quick charge or dodge, Ulforceveedramon was quickly confronted by Bancholeomon with a request: Stall the massive digital opponent and break his shield of godliness. Fucking brilliant. And to top it all off, Parasimon didn’t seem to be in the mood to play around anymore. After just a moment of talking he saw Parasimon facing his weapon right at them. Well, all my warm fuzzies just went away. Oh, shut up Veemon! With the split second he was granted, Leon tried to formulate some type of plan to protect himself and BanchoLeomon. That was the primary concern before attacking Parasimon, since he couldn’t do a very good job of that without arms of legs. Thinking about the shape of his shields, the idea of wind came to mind. How it flows around points and curves. This would make it less damaging than blocking everything. “Fuck it, lets give it a shot, Tensegrity Shield!” Leon called through Ulforceveedramon’s mouth, producing a large shield barricade that hide the two biomerged megas behind it. Instead of the usual flat, round shield that was used, Leon decided a cone or arrow shaped point worked better, letting the energy flow off the sides instead of having a large point of impact. As the energy collided, it broke against the shield like water on a sharp stone. Since it was a short term burst, there was no worry of it eroding soon. As he held the shield, an inner dialogue broke out. Soo…. How are we breaking his shield? I’m working on it…. Not sure yet to be honest. I mean, in the digital work, a shield isn’t just a shield, or I would say we just go fetch Zulfiqar. A… what? UlforceVeedramon asked, to the left of Leon in the spiritual jumble that the three stood in. Zulfiqar. Just an old blade in one of the many histories of the world. It was one of the few blades that broke shields of equal or stronger material. A great blade in Islam, one of the oldest religions of the Human world. Too bad I can materialize one… Are you daft, Leon?! This reaction shocked Leon, making him step back and causing a momentary falter in the shield, allowing a blast to get through and his Ulforceveedramon in the ribs, taking his breath away. “Ugh…” Do you not know how to use the Ulforce, Future Mode, or any of the powers yet? If you can pictures this blade, the V-Braclet will create it into existence. This is why I haven’-… …You haven’t? Haven’t what? Veemon interjected. … I haven’t allowed you full access to the power Magnamon gave you. The comment made Leon’s eye twitch. How could he have been restricted? Did he know this body so little in comparison to the Blue Knight? What? Why would you do that?! We’ve been lucky so far, but how much power have you been restraining?! Not a vast, vast amount. I would say it is a good… third of your energ- A fucking third!? Seriously? This is semi-offensive man. I hope there’s a least a SMALL explanation. And an apology. And access to that power is granted. You may not enjoy the truth, but there it is. I allowed you to use Magnamon’s own energy, and the energy you’ve used for the Royal Vengence is based off of the proximity and length of time spent with the other Knights you are close with. Each of you radiated energy to the other, allowing access to various energies in moderate doses when needed. The energy of a chest, however… especially this one… I understand that you feel you deserve to use whatever means to win, but this pool of energy is rare and has a finite amount that regenerates slowly. Allowing you to use it on any simple opponent would have been a waste of quite a gift. And as the true successor of Magnamon’s gift, I decided you guys aren’t ready for this yet. Not even now. Then WHY are you telling us this? You asked. Now. Instead of trying to bitch me out, use this newfound rage and this blade you know to face off with this beast. Shutting his mind off from Ulforceveedramon from annoyance, he turned to Veemon. So… what do you think we should use? We only have a second or two before this blast ends. Well. Instead of just two baldes, I would get something that also defends as well, since that lance is kind of a deadly little spike So similar to the original Sword and Shield combo this big idiot has? Yeah, but with a little more spark. That Zudicookoo blade sounds good, but the small shield the he has wouldn’t be a fitting match for size or necessity in coverage. Maybe… like those shields those guys in that metal underwear movie had? With the big triangle on them? Metal underwea- oh! 300? The Spartan Shield? Hm… alright. Seems like a good idea. I’m gonna get it started then. He’s charging the Omni-shield now… With their minds remolded into one again, Leon took charge reanimate weapons while Veemon stayed vigilant for an attack and UlforceVeedramon, apparently, was regulating the energy supply. The Shield was easy to form, as it was similar to the small shield, but with a large radius, thicker, and made of denser energy. It may have cost a little more to sustain, but it would be worth it when it blocked out Parasimon. The blade was odd to form at first. After a couple failed attempts that just produced sparks, a blade slowly materialized from the V-Braclet. It took the shape of a scimitar, long with an elegant curve. It had a thickness to the blade that was similar to a cutlass, but it began to separate near the tip, forming two blades edges that could catch swords or be used to thrust as well. When the weapons were fully formed, UlforceVeedramon rolled his shoulders, loosening up for a close range fight. “Well… here goes.” Leon mumbled, the ethereal weapons glowing. Then a pair of voices rang out from the sky as a pair of dragon energy shapes and a barrage of projectiles came down onto Parasimon’s shields. “Feral… Fire!” “Dragon… Collider!” Rapidmon found his way back to Ravemon, now laid down on the flat ground, no screaming coming from his lips. Instead, the bird mega just shook in place, like he was ready to explode. It explained why no other Digimon would stay near him. Taking a seat next to the body, practically collapsing, Rapidmon could see through the rubbage back to the mountains where the healing springs sat. “I wish we had the energy to travel. A day at the spa would be excellent, don’t you think?” Ravemon responded withmore shivers, eyes still staring at the ceiling. A low moan escaped his lips. Slayerdramon sighed in annoyance at the arrival at another unknown Digimon. With a leap into the air as Kappa departed he meet the other two in the air. “You… mammal Digimon. What side are you… siding with? That is, where are your allegiances?“ asked the Dragon Digimon, finger twitching on the hilt of his blade. Disclaimer: Spoiler My Interests and Characters: Spoiler Follow me on Tumblr if you wish. I always take questions. VincanityVent Critiques on my work is always helpful as well. DeviantArt I'm also looking for comments on any of my work, on any site I'm on. Come and say something. Vander Photography I am Neo Envoctjihdn Nsran. And Paleo...And Leon...Helath...Lasair...Sammael...Nialas...Gweil...Mulkesh... You may not know me, but you will soon enough. Edit Post Reply Reply With Quote • 4 Weeks Ago #1006 Psyker Landshark Nooses are bad. Join Date May 2010 Location Places. Posts 4,122 BanchoLeomon BanchoLeomon Ruin Mode simply ignored Parasimon's attacks coming each way, since all of them were blocked by UlforceVeedramon's Tensegrity Shield. If they couldn't hit him, there was no need to worry about them for the moment. Instead, the lion gave his full focus to materializing the blade in his mind, placing every last bit of his power into it. The sword of aura in his hands solidified, eventually taking the form of a solid black blade with red runes etched on the side. And as the sword came into existence, BanchoLeomon looked up to see UlforceVeedramon's latest attack shatter the Omni-Shield. ~BGM on~ "Here we go!" The black beast grinned, brandishing his blade and charging forward at immense speeds. He may not have caught up to UlforceVeedramon Future Mode's agility, but his speed was certainly enough to take advantage of the brief window he had, charging forth and bringing the sword down on Parasimon Mordred. The black blade began to glow with an unholy light, and as it fell downwards towards Parasimon, BanchoLeomon Ruin Mode willed it to shatter, unleashing every last bit of stored energy inside at once against his opponent. "Apocalypse!" He screamed as a black blaze descended on Parasimon Mordred, which would incinerate the bastard to ashes completely. ___ Sigma "Oh, it figures..." Sigmamon groaned under his breath, trying to figure out a way to dodge Primus's attack. He didn't see any nearby surfaces he could attach a chain to and reel himself in, and his wings were still too damaged for him to simply fly out of the blast's range. His version of the Omni-Shield was too weak for an attack of this magnitude, and would only shatter under its strength. "Shitty brother...trapping me like this..." The traitor snarled in fury, realizing he only had one way out of this. Adjusting the flow of data to his wings, Orci Sigma switched from attempting to heal them to simply reinforcing the appendages' defense power, and instantly ripped them off his back with a cry of pain, throwing them forward while manifesting his Omni-Shield. His chains quickly wrapped the armored wings to the force field, creating a last ditch defensive barrier, one that Primus's blast proceeded to strike against with full force. The collision kicked up a massive explosion, but Sigmamon gave zero fucks. As soon as he realized he was still alive, he sacrificed the data he'd loaded from one of the lesser Orci to instantly regenerate a new pair of wings for himself, albeit at the cost of a portion of his power. Still, he wasn't going to be able to take on the greatest of his brothers in a straight fight either way, so running like hell was the best course of action. Using the smoke from the explosion as cover, Orci Sigma took off into the sky, fleeing for his life. "Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap!" The Human Instrumentality Committee: An Evangelion Fan Group Steam name: Baron Von Kittenkiller Xbox Live Gamertag: CrisisRain League of Legends IGN: NoOneLovesYou Skype username: tehlawgiver Originally Posted by Kyouko Psyker Landshark, troller extrordinaire, at your service. Reply Reply With Quote • 4 Weeks Ago #1007 Fish Of Oblivion MONGRELS Join Date Nov 2010 Location Britain. Land of the Limeys... Posts 14,544 Parasimon Snarling as UlforceVeedramon blocked his attacks with the Tensengrity Barrier, allowing BanchoLeomon to carry on charging his attack, Parasimon's mind went into a frenzy, as he realized just how awful his situation was. Any moment now, the Lion could be bringing something terrible to bear and onto him. For all he knew, this could be his final reckoning. The punishment, perhaps justified for the life that he'd led up until this point. Everything had gone to hell for him. BanchoLeomon, a Digimon he'd made the mistake of brushing off, had turned out to be the perfect counter to his strategy. Even with his vast power, the bastard had just kept coming at him. Whilst everything else fell flat at the power of the Omni-Shield, he just kept pushing on and broke through every single fucking time. He'd lost his armor and been reduced to an unstable, feeble form that relied on a healing factor and a slightly stronger shield. Before even that, he'd lost the Spirits, the artifacts that he had held onto for Yggdrasil knew how long, because of the same damn lion and Examon. He'd fought Examon to a standstill, only failing to make good on his power and take him out because, deep in his own chaotic, disturbed mind, he'd stupidly decided to let him go help Alphamon, finding some sympathy for the bastard due to their similar unconditional loyalties, with only the promise of continuing their battle. A battle he was likely to be unable to see finished now. All because he fucked up. All because he was too damn stupid to get ahold of himself and decide what he really was. “Feral… Fire!” “Dragon… Collider!” In that instant, Parasimon's thoughts were stopped dead as his Omni-Shield shattered above him due to the attacks from Dynasmon and MagnaGarurumon. And in the next instant, his doom was sealed. "Here we go! Apocalypse!" Looking up, Parasimon saw the black death bursting forth from BanchoLeomon coming down on him from above. And, emotions hitting their peak, he just stood silently as it came down onto him. __________________________________________________ ________________________________ MirageGaogamon "Here's hoping," MagnaGarurumon muttered to himself as the Omni-Shield shattered and BanchoLeomon's Apocalypse came crashing down onto Parasimon, as he used his incredible speed to move out to a reasonable distance. This battle was getting dragged on long enough as it was. Aside from Imperialdramon, the dormant Yggdrasil and some of the Orci, Parasimon Mordred was the only true threat still present on the battlefield. Sleipmon was still around, but he'd yet to make any major moves, and at this stage, MagnaGarurumon doubted that he would. The only thing that would really let him become an active participant at this stage would be to fuse with his Captain into some sort of Omnimon ripoff, but there really wasn't much chance of that happening, was there? 'Note to self: Deal with Sleipmon and Darkdramon next, MagnaGarurumon thought to himself as he realized that, considering the world he lived in, random shit like that was more than likely to happen if given the chance, and also as he took a position about 50 Meters away from the soon-to-be-roasted Parasimon. Only, it was at this point that he realized that it was taking a little too long for the incineration to take place. "What the hell?" MagnaGarurumon muttered to himself as, against all reason and logic, the black death descending on Parasimon slowed down as if impeded. __________________________________________________ _________________________________ Parasimon Breaking the silence only else broken by the roar of the Apocalypse upon him, Parasimon Mordred looked up defiantly at the death come for him as he raised one of his arms up into the sky towards it. A metallic screech filling the air, the energy he had been channeling through the separation of his shield, the energies that had weakened his shield with their charging rushing out all at once under his will and joining together into a structure. His Omni-Shield. Formed once again to see him through this. Crackling with energy, the shield strengthened to it's limit and began to divide- Six layers of energy, cast from reserves deep within Parasimon and his own seemingly infinite will, formed between him and his death, each weaker than the base shield they were formed from, but stronger as collective. Parasimon was certain in that moment that he would not die. He had come far too far to just give up and die, or at least to die without purpose, with naught but a scrap of his being left behind. He remembered far back into the past, long before he'd ever become a Knight, and the string of events that had led him up till now. How his growth had been disrupted as a Fresh- How circumstance and the seeming animosity towards him of whatever god existed turned split his evolution off into the wrong direction. How he'd been forced to stay in the shadows and feed on scraps of data and carrion in order to make the long, arduous journey to Mega in his inferior form- And how that road had only yielded him a greater humiliation yet. A Mega that could only survive off of others, weaker than the form that came before it, the lowest of the low- A parasite. How he'd fought on anyway- And how his fight had bought him to the Spirits. A reprieve- For a while, he'd roamed as a nameless warrior. Ardhamon, Beowulfmon, Reichmon... All forms that he had taken. Just fighting without a cause. An emptiness that needed to be filled, but was seemingly bottomless and without respite. No strong reputation, not even a name- Just his form. How he'd been raised from the gutter and fate of a nameless warrior by Yggdrasil, given the other Spirits that he had yet to gather in order to fill the hole that the First Knight had left in their ranks- Another emptiness that was without bottom. Even as Susanoomon, he could not find his purpose, or even acceptance. Some made the effort, but he was an outsider- And an idiot. Nothing but a dog for Yggdrasil to replace the greatest Knight of them all. Nothing but a worthless shadow. How the prolonged and unbroken use of the Spirits destroyed him from the inside- Existing hatred and aggression was amplified, becoming mania and cruelty. With no reputation to precede him, he was but a devil from nowhere- Thousands fell at his feet where he fought, Yggdrasil's orders defining his very existance as he slaughtered and killed. What goodness had existed in him had been buried, his better nature sealed away and discarded for the monster he had become. How he had finally been stripped of the Spirits in the return of Alphamon to lead the traitors against Yggdrasil- The shunning he had suffered all for nothing as their image of the First had been shattered. Animosity for replacing the First had defined him amongst his fellow Knights. Now that she was revealed as fighting against them, he had lost even that. He was just background noise now. How he'd come to realize how far he'd fallen- And at his core, deeply twisted by loyalty to Yggdrasil and his use of the Spirits, how little he could bring himself to care for it. Guilt and regret that he felt, but was unable to come to terms with or express in any meaningful fashion- Feelings that were further droned out of him by his transformation into Parasimon Mordred and the birth of the Orci. He was dead inside. Goodness existed deep within him, but it was drowning beneath the evil that had grown into him. He knew that what he did under Yggdrasil was wrong, but he knew that he owed Yggdrasil more than his worthless life could ever pay back. He would fight for Yggdrasil, no matter what. Tamer, Sovereign, Ancient, Demon Lord, even a Royal Knight... If it was Yggdrasil's will to see it dead and buried, he would see to it. It was a long, miserable life. Death would be a great reprieve for him. He had nothing to live for, so it was the only thing he really had to look forwards to. Perhaps if he died, the Digital World would rejoice in it- A monster gone, a bane on the earth defeated. No-one would mourn him. Not his fellow Knights, not his Children, and most certainly not Yggdrasil. And yet, nothing of this truly mattered to Parasimon as he stood his ground. "Rho Aias," He growled, his body bubbling with the intensity of the energy flowing through it as he projected his empowered shield against the apocalypse. It didn't matter to him anymore. If all he had to look forward to was death, than he would march towards it with as much dignity as he could muster. If the only road that was available to him lead to his demise, than so be it. He would choose the manner of his death, but he would accept it. If others would hate him and look down upon him as worthless, than so be it. They had that right. He didn't have to care. If power such as that which was now coming down upon him was to be bought to bear against him, than he would just have to counter it. The first layer of Rho Aias, the six-part shield of energy between Parasimon and his death, shattered, depleting the energies coming towards him to 90% of their original value. The force coming down upon him could not be stopped. Even at low percentages of it's current power, it would still deal damage that could cripple him for the rest of the battle. But, at those low percentages, it could be beaten out by a counter-weapon of sufficient power. Even if he had no hope of producing a weapon to match this blast, he could create something to beat a weakened version of it out. The second layer of Rho Aias shattered, depleting the energies coming towards Parasimon to 81% of their original value. Parasimon snarled in frustration. He could feel the energies burning into him from here, and time was wasting away at a breakneck pace. He had to get a move on. He had more energy in reserve, from both the failed Royal Vengeance and other stores that he was hardy conscious of, but yet could still feel. He had the means to do this. So, finding an appropriate form for the weapon in the recesses of his mind, he set to work. Before Parasimon, a golden diamond structure appeared, a form similar to that of a weapon he had used when he had roamed as a nameless warrior. Energy crackled within it, flames and light bright enough to rival the sun itself seemingly solidifying within for the attack that was to come. The third layer of Rho Ais shattered, depleting the energies coming towards Parasimon to 72.9% of their original value. The diamond's energy began to push against the last layer of Rho Aias between it and the Apocalypse, seemingly strengthening it to the point of near-invulnerability. At this point, the energy and power was blinding- Parasimon's eyed bubbled out of their sockets, the slimy grease and ichor running down his indifferent face as his Hazard control sustained his senses. The fourth layer of Rho Aias shattered, depleting the energies coming towards Parasimon to 65.61% of their original value. The diamond and the energy brimming within it was ready. Parasimon's continued existance all came down to this attack and whether it could deflect the death coming for him. The fifth layer of Rho Aias shattered, depleting the energies coming towards Parasimon to 59.05% of their original value. With the last and strongest layer of Rho Aias holding the energies back for the limited amount of time that they could, Parasimon looked upwards, his eyeless face defiant as it became melted and blurred by the sheer clash of power. He had the resolve. His death would come, and it was inevitable. He both understood and accepted that- His atrocities, conscious or unconscious, had to be answered to. His death was the only thing that could truly answer for them, and the sense of self that he had recuperated independantly of the Spirits recognized that. But that was to come. For now, he was to live- And he was certainly not going to die here. And so, he prayed. "BRAHMASTRA KUNDALA!!!!!" Parasimon roared, determined to survive for now as he released the attack from the diamond, the last layer of Rho Aias shattering and reducing the Apocalypse to 53.144% of their original value as it clashed with the raging fury released by Parasimon. And the resulting explosion, of dark and light energies clashing into each-other and colliding in a vicious inferno that released a gigantic fallout, could be seen from space. __________________________________________________ ______________________________________ Seraphimon Deep down in the library, as he tended to the wounded bought to him by the Shoutmon brothers, Seraphimon paused for a moment as he felt the very existance around him be shaken to the core by something happening outside. "... What was that?" He asked the closest conscious person to him, the Royal Knight Gallantmon who had been sitting nearby him for the past few minutes after they had entered the library together, who seemed to be wrapped up in certain thoughts. __________________________________________________ ______________________________________ Ari Watching with wide eyes as the golden ring formed around her finger from the contact with the Purger, Ari just stared at the item, the words of the golden man nearing her going into her head, but not being particularly acknowledged, at least for the moment. Much of what the Purger was saying flew over the young girl's head as it would for any others of her age, she was able to pick up bits and pieces of what he was saying. Apparently, she was important to the future. This, as far as Ari was concerned, was awesome. "Okay, whatever you say!" The girl said with a bright smile to the Purger, evidently unfazed by any implications of his speech. Rather, she was more fazed by the fact that she hadn't anything to offer him in return for his gift. Mama had always said that it was good manners to return a gift with another gift if you could- One act of kindness begetting another. And whilst Ari didn't have anything that fit the traditional definition of a gift... She did have something that she could offer the Purger. "... Purger?" She started, remembering the entity's name from something Shakamon had said a few moments before, "Would you like to take this?" And, saying that, the girl's hands went down to lift up the Kapurimon that had been sitting on her lap for the past forever, as if a certain set of jackasses had intended to do something with it but had continuously forgotten about it. "I already have Squishy to take care of, and the other Squishy too... Could you take care of him for me?" Last edited by Fish Of Oblivion; 4 Weeks Ago at 07:41 PM. Shameless Plugging! The Human Instrumentality Committee: An Evangelion Fan Group RP Guild: Now on Facebook! My Crappy Drawings. View at your own risk... ／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ Being Meduka Is Suffering... Killroy wuz ere. Reply Reply With Quote • 4 Weeks Ago #1008 Mattmanganon Lockon Look-a-like Join Date Nov 2010 Location orbiting the earth inside my gundam with my sights trained on you Posts 9,623 ((this Post is based on what i can find out about Crusadermon in regards to his abilities. especially the part in the wiki where it says that, when using Fist of Athena, he is capable of "Instantly closing to Point-Blank Range.")) as the Bifrost barrage came at him, he raised the large shield to protect himself "You don't get it" Laughed Beelzemon as the ice-shards pinged off of it. "When i consume, i gain everything about the creature i have consumed. That means i get Crusadermons shield, it's not as strong as Craniamons perhaps, but still one of the strongest in the Digital world." in a flash, he drew a Berenjenna and fired it off, the shockwaves from the bullets as the cut through the air forcing the shards aside and giving him a moment in the storm, but that moment was all he needed. he drew his fist back. "FIST OF ATHENA!!!" in the blink of an eye, he appeared directly in behind Sleiphmon "As well as his unfathomable speed." before hitting him with a Sonic Boom. **** Bladramon prepared to launch a counter attack as the creature tried to make it's get away, his sword began to glow as the attack readied. "Back off." ordered Herald. "Let it go, it will retreat to lick its wounds and come after you again." he said. Bladramons sword stopped glowing as it floated back down to the ground "Wow, i missed watching you do that." "It has been many ages since my last awakening, now, there is work to be done." said Bladramon. "Actually, my old friend, for you the battle is over. Return to your core forms. they are required elsewhere." said Herald. "I'm sorry, my old friend, but i cannot do that? The Digital world has become corrupt, I cannot possibly leave it like this, it is my duty, my solemn vow to eradicate all of the evil in this world." "But that is being handled by others." replied Herald. but Bladramon shook his head. "So long as i am needed, i cannot return these two." said Bladramon. "no-one short of long Fanglongmon will change that." he said walking away. Herald smiled beneath his mask. "Actually, all i have to say to you is that Ruby will not be pleased...." Bladramon stopped as his black arm began to twitch. "What... What are you doing?" asked Bladramon. "I am doing nothing, but one of your hosts has more desire to protect his tamer than you have desire to fulfill your duty." said Herald. Bladramon looked back at Herald, he advanced on him, but Flamedramon dropped down in front of him. "Flamedramon, your timing is as impeccable as always." "Move aside, Fire of Courage." said Bladramon. "Over my dead body..." replied Flamedramon. "That can be arranged." "In your condition, not likely." said Flamedramon. Bladramons eyes narrowed as he disappeared into a light as WarGreymon and BlackWarGreymon appeared in front of them. Last edited by Mattmanganon; 2 Weeks Ago at 06:15 PM. my country, a fine country, a country that i would give my life to protect. Reply Reply With Quote • 4 Weeks Ago #1009 Psyker Landshark Nooses are bad. Join Date May 2010 Location Places. Posts 4,122 BanchoLeomon As the black flame came crashing down towards Parasimon, BanchoLeomon Ruin Mode smiled in victory. This was it. The damn bug would finally die here...And then the bastard seemed to collect himself and manage to put up a defense. "RHO AIAS!" A multi-layered Omni-Shield popped into being, and BanchoLeomon snarled, pouring the last vestiges of Ruin Mode's power into his Apocalypse in a desperate hope to pierce through the shield. One layer fell. The unholy light surged onward. Two, three, four, five. Each layer of Rho Aias fell before the might of his full power, but the attack weakened with each shield layer it passed through. The lion scowled, realizing that if he didn't do something, the bastard just might be able to cancel out his attack. Whirling around in the air, BanchoLeomon used the last drop of his Ruin Mode's power to break physics and kick off in midair, diving down, straight towards the black flame he had created. As it turned out, that was a mistake. Parasimon's own attack came rushing up to meet his own, and BanchoLeomon's eyes widened as he realized he'd be caught in the epicenter of the explosion. Damn it, he needed to get out of range, but he didn't have time! Thinking quickly, the lion proceeded to reabsorb Apocalypse into his being, restoring Ruin Mode, and projected his aura out directly in front of him, creating a curved barrier of dark aura. Brahmastra Kundala crashed into the shield, and the world turned white as the sheer force of the explosion sent BanchoLeomon crashing down to the ground in his base form. "GAH!" He screamed in pain as he collided with the earth. The explosion had done a number of him, but he was still in fighting condition, thanks to his impromptu shield protecting him. And even better, he still had enough energy left over for about five minutes of fighting in Ruin Mode on full burn. Picking himself back up, he looked over through the fallout and saw Parasimon on the ground himself, heavily injured. Great. All that effort and he didn't even finish the bug off. Five minutes at full power might be enough to finish Parasimon Mordred off, but that was only a slight chance. Plus, if he kept pushing himself like this, the Biomerge might just break completely, and he'd be left as a defenseless human and a Rookie. BanchoLeomon stood hunched over and gasping for breath as he considered his options before simply deciding for Parasimon to act first and react from there. The Human Instrumentality Committee: An Evangelion Fan Group Steam name: Baron Von Kittenkiller Xbox Live Gamertag: CrisisRain League of Legends IGN: NoOneLovesYou Skype username: tehlawgiver Originally Posted by Kyouko Psyker Landshark, troller extrordinaire, at your service. Reply Reply With Quote • 4 Weeks Ago #1010 Vocalia Cornucopia Crab Join Date Mar 2011 Location Indonesia, currently in Jakarta Posts 6,838 Gallantmon No sooner had he decided to rest and recover, Gallantmon suddenly felt a gut-wrenching sensation that caused every fiber under his armor to shiver uncontrollably. His eyes darted around, trying to locate the source of the shocking feeling that struck him, wondering if it came from the battle-ravaged field outside of the library, which had now been hastily converted into an emergency infirmary to treat and keep survivors of the Royal Civil War. "... What was that?" Seraphimon's question quickly brought him back to the realm of reality and he weakly shook his head. "I-I... I don't know, Lord Seraphimon..." He admitted. "The grueling forces outside... It becomes so chaotic that I couldn't tell any of them apart... Perhaps it was due to one of many struggles of power that is now ensuing." As he sighed, Gallantmon rested himself against a wall behind him. "It's funny... Who knew that we are our biggest and worst enemies? My former brothers and sister are now out and about, trying to decimate one another, and here I am being a sitting duck." A hollow laughter echoed from under his helmet. "I feel so stupid, Lord Seraphimon... I promised Examon that I would watch his back and now I'm spending every second breaking that promise while he, with his newfound strength and friendship, surpassed me and the rest of the Knights. To some extent, my heart is filled with envy. Lady Alphamon, Lord UlforceVeedramon, Lord Dynasmon, Lord Examon... All of them are now stronger than ever, fighting alongside the creatures that Imperialdramon see as nothing but an insect." Edit Post Reply Reply With Quote • 05-14-2013 #1049 Vocalia Angelic Doormat Join Date Mar 2011 Location Perth, Australia Posts 6,873 "Tell me about it," Ranamon groaned and rolled her eyes, then continued, "Still, does that make you any more entitled to boss me around? I know I'm weak, but there's no need to rub that salt on my face. If you hadn't told me about this, I would've assumed that you're just another one of Yggdrasil's puppets. Your behavior certainly befits one," the pseudo-Champion scoffed and looked away defiant-ly. She believed that this particularly noisy Mega Digimon needed a counseling, but coming from her, that opinion would be somewhat hypocritical at best. Profile Picture drawn by Zefiar of Deviantart. WE HAVE AN URGENT SITUATION HERE IN RPG. PLEASE REFER TO THIS THREAD AND BE EXTREMELY WARY OF UNSOLICITED OFFERS FOR SKYPE INFO OR OFFSITE ROLEPLAYING. Reply Reply With Quote • 06-02-2013 #1050 Mattmanganon Lockon Look-a-like Join Date Nov 2010 Location orbiting the earth inside my gundam with my sights trained on you Posts 12,496 Beelzemon watched as BanchoLeomon jumped off. "Hey, don't you walk away whilst i'm talking to you-and he's gone... Can you believe him? And, when was the last time i shot you... Ok, that time on the beach, BUT YOU SAID YOU COULD CATCH IT!" Beelzemon got up and walked towards Ulforce. "Well, let's bring this day to a close." he pulled out the Berenjena's. "I think we can do something to help, who's with me?" He asked, but Ulforce and Ranamon "No-one is." said the voice of Herald as he jumped down from the Castle rubble. "And then there's this asshole..." he muttered. "So why are you here now?" "Simply put, i am here on behalf of AncientGreymon." he said. "You mean you know that big-ass dragon that saved me from the god of pop-culture reference's?" asked Beelzemon "Indeed... If by "Big Ass Dragon" you mean AncientGreymon." "Ok... So why are you here?" he asked again. "And answer straight forward this time, i am not in the mood for any of that "Take ages to say nothing" bullshit." "Simply put i am here to distract you. The rest of them have left." he said. Beelzemon turned to see everyone gone. "You're a real asshole..." he turned back to see Herald gone. "Fucking hell..." he said, he put the gun to his head and made a shooting motion. "Dammit, i am getting too old for this shit..." he hunched over as the Wings began to grow out of his back, as his arm transformed into the Cannon. "Alright." he jumped and began to fly after them. Following them until he finally caught up with them, landing next to Ulforce. "Ok, thanks for waiting or, you know, even fucking saying a word before you ditch me." he asked. Ulforce then made a quip about how the day had been dragging on. "Hah, Forth wall..." said Impmon. "What?" Asked Dirk. "Nothin' move on." he looked at Ranamon. "Say, did you see that guy with the mask back there? The asshole that distracted me? He says he runs with your crowd." • tobiax Forest Lord Join Date Jun 2011 Location Earth Posts 9,118 The savage Orci let out a fowl shriek, sensing the power of the Sovereigns rise up near it. The black, syrupy ichor that formed at its mouth being flung about, scarring rocks on which it fell. Seeing both the mound of rock that was once castle into which the warrior had crashed, and War Capidramon himself, now astride an armored tiger of light, charging forward. The warrior slowly drew back his spear, aiming it at the beast above. Seeing the chance for much data, the Orci spread its wings, orbs of red energy gathering there before raining down over the collapsed stones. As the burning projectiles closed in, WarCapidramon Hunts Mode threw the spear with all his might. "Soul Burst Spear!" Now cloaked in a veil of energy, the spear, Tonbogiri, flew forth. As the barrage crashed down, the spear tore in to the Orci. It rent the flesh of its thick shoulder hide asunder, spilling chunks of data mass and a thin, sickly liquid. In pain, the beast landed, dropping onto all six limbs with a crash. Its thick beetle like head raised as its three part jaws stretched open, letting out a hideous shriek. The energy volley crashed down upon the hill of stone. Explosions sent shards of rock flying through the air, barely blocked by War Capidramon's armor and aura, vaporizing the simple stone. The shots themselves, however, were a different matter. Byakko needed to move constantly just to avoid direct hits, and plenty of collateral waves sent them reeling one way or another. This, however, was what the beast wanted. The vapor of the stone hung in the air, forming a thick cloud of data amidst the vol-ley of energy. Sizzling with a sickening hiss, the wound boiled, drawing in the spare data as the Gift of Yggdrasil healed the wound. Seeing what was going on, War Capidramon cocked back his fist, his armor glowing as the tiger on which he rode barreled on. He could feel the power gathering in the beast, and knew none of his regular attacks could get it away. Slowly, he drew his hand forward, bringing it before his helmet. The energy of his Wolf Spirit Rage focusing in his spiked helm, gathering to his hand. Slow-ly, ever nearing the beast, he drew his hand back, the power following, flowing in white mist. Soon, a blue glow took his hand, but he was not at full power. In a mere moment, the spear returned from aether, signaling he was at full power. Throwing his fist forward, he let out a mighty shout. "Byakko-Ken!" With the sound of a tiger's roar, the energy burst forth, forming the shape of a tiger's head. The shot of energy tore through the air, snarling and roaring as the wisps of hair it left behind formed a spiral of energy behind the main beam, which continued on behind in an elongated drop shape. "Killer Barrage!" the Orci called, rearing up as it gathered energy once again. However, it was too late for the beast. The blast caught it in the chest, launching the monster off its feet and into the air. The Orci struggled to break free from the jaws of the blast, its carapace ravaged by the burning energies. Back over the gate where BanchoLeomon and his compatriots rested it flew. A moment before the blast ate through its armor, the Orci broke free. Without time to correct itself, it hurtled through the air, landing at the tower where Beelzemon had attacked Sleipmon the second time. It landed with a crash, the explosion of the nearby attack engulfing the area, searing away the dust, turning the ground into hard stone, flipping the Orci side over side across the ground. Standing, merely dazed from the impact, the Orci buzzed its dreadful wings, lifting into the air. Grimnir Flash![SIZE=3] In an instant, WarCapidramon was in range of the Orci, ZERO ARMS: Byakko not far behind. It's eyes narrowing in a bewildered rage, it charged, round, armored head crashing forth. Seeing the charge coming, War Capidramon was able to nimbly dodge, but that did not stop one of the insect's massive limbs from crashing in to him and sending him crashing into a tower. It was then that a glimmer caught the Orci's eye. The depleted bolts from Sleipmon's attempt to finish Beelzemon once and for all lie im-bedded into the ground, now only slightly simmering, their rainbow glow all but gone. With one lum-bering step, it was upon the mass of data, lowering its jaws into the decaying crystals and devouring them. Groaning, War Capidramon pulled himself from the wall, drawing his sword as he dashed forth. As the Orci consumed the last of the high energy data, the warrior was upon him, slashing with preci-sion and fury. Feeling the blade sink into its shoulder, it stood, defending with spined arms as its scorched carapace healed. "I'll never be able to do any damage at this rate," he muttered to himself. ----------- "If only there were some way to get past its armor..." "I'm lost," Shrewmon piped. "Darnit, all this power... and no idea what it does!" ----------- It was then that the Orci stuck back. "Skull Cracker!" The beast's arm flew with great speed, slamming into War Capidramon, stealing his breath for a mo-ment. Not out of the fight yet, the Warrior returned fire, slamming his fist forth at the beast- only for the blow to be blocked. And so, they continued this way, trading blows, deflecting shots, and making no headway. A kick from War Capidramon was intercepted by a swing from the Orci. A reach for his shield was met with a leathery wing slamming forth and knocking the Rodent Mega's arm back. With the beating of the Orci's wings, the stalemate was brought into the air and forced on. WarCapidramon took a blow to the face, sending him crashing down into the gate just behind where his comrades were. The Orci descend upon him as he stood, wiping the blood from his face with a defiant glare. With a strange smirk, the Orci brought its hand out. However, in a strange twist, it turned its claws to itself, peeling back its chest plate to reveal the seething mass beneath. "Gobulac Swarm! Kill! Destroy! Die! HEUAAAAAGH!" the monstrosity hissed. From the depths of its being, hideous, black flies roughly the size of certain Champion what happened to be present burst forth from the wound. The foul spawn of the equally foul spawn bore their horrid stingers and buzzed about, gnashing ravenously, aiming to feast upon War Capidramon's flesh and feed the data to their master. The Orci again raised its hand, dropping it to crush the stunned Mega- With a gust of cold wind a white flash shot by. Byakko had returned, and just in time. Trusting his new companion, War Capidramon reached out, grasping the armor plates, mounting the beast at full stride, and was whisked away. Utterly enraged, the beast seethed, foaming at the mouth. Unintelligible shrieks and howls burst forth as it charged after the warrior who was escaping, not noticing the three Megas and single Champion, on whom the drones had now turned. The Orci shot forth, gnashing its horrid jaws, claws flexing as its body hissed and boiled, healing once again as the ichor trail it left behind thinned, the wound closing, having left the drones to do its dirty work. While most of the Orci had received rather little in the way of thought, this one had just enough of a mind to feel unabiding rage towards the one who had fled. It howled in the wind, catching up with the running tiger without expending too much time. Again, it launched the blazing blasts of energy from its wings, causing the hyper-aware tiger to strafe in order to simply survive. The blasts over-flowed their craters, and WarCapidramon needed to sway, keeping ever vigilant to avoid the volatile blasts. However, neither of them were aware that the Orci was leading them both to its master, lead by some basal instinct, awakened by sheer rage. And that's how it's done. Reply Reply With Quote • 08-09-2013 #1052 Psyker Landshark Dem Eyes Join Date May 2010 Location Huehuehue Posts 5,637 ]As UlforceVeedramon quickly addressed him and moved off to take care of his own business, Gal-lantmon Crimson Mode just stared at his retreating form intently. “... If you insist,” the Angelic Knight said simply, deciding not to dwell on being turned down for as-sistance by the Biomerged Digimon, before his attention was turned to Beelzemon and the human-like-thing that was talking to him. Both of which seemingly hadn’t noticed him. “If you two aren’t coming along, go and help him,” He said, lofting his lance up and pointing it in the direction of UlforceVeedramon, “Lord knows he needs all the help he can get. You two should be capable of giving him that help.” And for a moment, his eyes strayed over to focus on just the Herald. “And you... I get the impression you’re more powerful than you look. Probably not as powerful as you think you are, judging by the ridiculous amount of hubris that’s radi-ating off of you, but still. Go help him. I’m sure he’d appreciate it, and it’s better than doing absolutely nothing.” And with that said, there was a roar and a rush of air as Gallantmon Crimson Mode rocketed upwards into the air, making a sudden turn at a ninety-degree angle towards the scene of the titanic battle in the distance. ___ Back on the battlefield, Imperialdramon Alter raised his blade as Examon Prime began to Slide Digivolve once more. Perfect. The fool had left himself open to attack. Even if it was for a split second, that was all the time he needed. Raising his sword, Imperialdramon charged his power through it and drew back, preparing to unleash his blade once more. “DAINSLE-” “DRAGON’S BREATH!” And then Dynasmon nuked him in the face. Caught off guard, Imperialdramon took the blast full-on, sending him plummeting to the ground and cutting his attack off. And allowing Alphamon Exaltation Mode to plant her feet straight into his gut. With considerable force, may it be said. Roaring in a mix of pain and fury, Imperialdramon Alter reached up and caught Alphamon by the neck before hurling her at Dynasmon. Gripping his sword tightly, he pulled himself up and stalked after the two, black energy swirling around the Omni-Sword. And then he heard something coming at him from behind. Reacting instinctively, he turned on the spot with great speed, the black energies that had been swirl-ing around the Omni-Sword just a moment before launching out in a crescent-shaped arc to intercept what had just been coming at him less than a second before. Several rounds of ammunition. “This just isn’t your day, is it?” He heard the familiar, now incredibly frustrating voice of Examon’s Captain ask him in that same snide, snarky tone he always had, as more walls of bullets were launched at him moment by moment, the high quantity of firepower not posing any major threat of damage to him, but forcing him to block anyway. With the unstable state he was in, the sheer amount of ammuni-tion being launched at him was going to be almost as much of a pain as the far stronger individual at-tacks from Alphamon and Examon were going to be. Speaking of which, Imperialdramon Alter was suddenly reminded of the pair’s continued existance after his slight lapse in attention when he felt Exaltation Mode deliver a kick into his spinal column with incredible force for a Digimon that had been critically wounded and desperate just a few moments before, breaking his concentration. And allowing him to take a shower of bullets all over his front side as he forgot to block. “GOOD GOING, IMPY!” The bitch crooned at him in that demented voice and persona fusing with Examon had (as far as Imperialdramon was concerned) cursed her with, as she followed up the kick by grabbing him in a full nelson and lifting him just a little bit off of the ground with a sudden increase in strength, “YOU FELL FOR THE SAME TRICK TWICE! HUEHUEHUEHUE!” Whatever reaction Imperialdramon would have had to the hold, he didn’t quite get to express it, as his reaction time was compromised by both the continued hail of bullets thundering into him from the front, and also by Alphamon suddenly rocketing up into the air and, not wasting any time, slamming him back down into the ground at a vicious speed. And then proceeding to climb to her feet and, with him still tightly locked in her grasp, throw him to the side and deliver a series of slashes from a slowly-forming white and black sword that appeared in her hands. As the barrage of gunfire picked back up again. Fortunately for Imperialdramon Alter, it didn’t take long for him to come back to his senses. Somewhat more unfortunately, though, his senses just happened to be clouded with a powerful rage and increased stress from holding that bastard Primus, who had just taken the opportunity to force himself out from being violently repressed, off from taking control of their body. So, roaring a furious, primal cry, a black explosion rang out from the Omni-Sword and flung Alphamon, MirageGaogamon and Dynasmon away at high speeds as Imperialdramon lunged in fury towards the second of them. Charging forth, Imperialdramon Alter closed the distance between MirageGaogamon and himself, bringing his blade down on the lupine Mega relentlessly. MirageGaogamon made an attempt to dodge, but Imperialdramon was on him too quickly, and his blade bit deep into MirageGaogamon’s side. Fortunately, a quick burst of speed prevented any further damage, but the blow was brutal enough. The damage was done, and MirageGaogamon had no choice but to make a tactical withdraw-al. He’d have felt much more guilt over this decision if it wasn’t for Alphamon taking the opportunity to rush back in with her still-forming sword, taking advantage of Imperialdramon’s continued focus on the lupine Mega to slash him across the gut. That just made the whole deal worth it, and he headed for the medical sector with a pained smirk. Ob is a faggot __________________________________________________ __________ ‘So...’ One consciousness within the head of Crimson Mode started towards the other as their body jetted towards the titanic clash in the rapidly-approaching horizon. From the familiar-sounding wrath-ful screams in the distance, it seemed that the battle wasn’t going in their enemy’s favour. ‘I suppose we’re on our own, not that I mind,’ The other consciousness spoke up, still relishing the newfound power they held together. ‘And that sound is oddly harmonious to my ears, but let’s not dabble on that too much. Knowing Imperialdramon and his personality, he wouldn’t take defeat very well.’ ‘Indeed. Quicker we get this done, the better.’ The first consciousness replied, before adding ‘Because, and I don’t mean any offense by this, aside from the fact that we don’t have any time to waste, this whole situation is too bizarre.’ Hearing his justified concern, the second consciousness shrugged, replying with a mildly amused tone in his voice. ‘Really? It doesn’t seem particularly strange for me, but I guess I’ve been living with the Digital Hazard for too long.’ ‘Evidently,’ The first offered in deadpan, detracting from the conversation to look out towards the site of their coming battle... To notice something blue headed their way. ____ Meanwhile, Zhuqiaomon fumed silently as the battle raged, stray embers from his body beginning to light the area around him in flames. Imperialdramon had managed to achieve yet another Mode Change, and all he could do was sit here and watch! It was absolutely infuriating for someone who would have preferred to just kill them all and be done with it. A bitter “I know,” was the reaction of Baihumon as he joined his brother in watching the farce down below. Whilst his reaction was far less extreme than Zhuqiaomon’s, the level of bitterness in his tone was almost stifling. “Why haven’t we just killed Azulongmon yet?” Zhuqiaomon quipped, envisioning the Drag-on of the East burning to death with no small amount of glee. “It’d make our job so much easi-er. I’m sure we could raise someone else to his position. Maybe they might actually do something.” “No idea,” Baihumon simply replied, by this point used to and even somewhat understanding of Zhuqiaomon’s hatred for anything related to the Dragon of the East, “But this is getting ridicu-lous. The Knights have already stomped over his expectations for their threat tier, and the risks we’re running are absurd.” “Why are we even bothering to listen to that insufferable fool’s plan? Do you re-member the last time Azulongmon had an idea? That entire episode was an utter farce, given that we put all that effort into his chosen champion and he didn’t even survive the battle.” “Why are you asking me?” The Tiger of the West hissed backwards, his mood dropping from cold and level to cold and irritated, “You know how much say I get in anything that con-cerns anything outside the Western Sector.” Shaking his head, Zhuqiaomon just grumbled and gave off another gout of flame as he resumed watching the battle. “Honestly, at this stage, Azulongmon aside, I’m starting to think GranDracmon came out of our agreement the best.” “He gets to murder Demon Lords. Of course he came out on top.” “And he doesn’t have to toe the line. Some of us have all the luck.” ____ His senses too clouded and the pain digging into his very existence flaring up again, the Black Sover-eign hissed and began to move away from the clearing where the various beings babbled on about something he couldn’t quite make out. His host was far more gluttonous than he’d expected, and the energy he was feeding the bird man went down too quickly for him to keep the supply consistent. He at most an hour before he’d need to find a more suitable vessel. So, he took flight, quickly streaking across the sky as his host’s physical capabilities were bolstered by the supply of power being fed to him. Despite the fact that he only had an hour at present, obtaining secondary sources of data would extend that window of time considerably. At his present level of power, he’d be unable to fight anything above the average level of strength possessed by a first stage Mega, however. So it was more or less a god-send when he heard the sound of swarming insects headed his way, and looked up to see a cloud of black insects charging him. Weak, insignificant insects. All of them packets of data. From a distance, the sky could be seen to ignite into a black inferno as the swarm burned. ____ Imperialdramon Alter leapt back, parrying blow after blow from Alphamon Exaltation Mode as he did so. Keeping Primus suppressed was becoming harder and harder as the battle went on, and it made fending off his external foe more difficult as well. At this rate, he’d lose by sheer attrition if he didn’t make a move to end the battle. Unfortunately, Alphamon gave Imperialdramon no chance to break away from the melee he found himself in as she continued raining down a flurry of attacks on him. Not to mention that he was completely bereft of reinforcements at this rate, given that his Knights had either been slain or defected to the traitors’ side. There would be no support to relieve him, and his chances of victory grew slimmer by the minute. But he still had a chance. If he could just slay Alphamon, everyone else on the battlefield would be fodder compared to his might. One critical blow was all that was needed to turn the tide of this battle. And so Imperialdramon waited, parrying Alphamon’s sword strikes until he could find a critical open-ing. The fool was half mad, thanks to the Hazard’s influence, and her swordsmanship degraded. She made up for it with her increased strength and speed, but her sloppy swordplay was still an exploitable weakness. What Imperialdramon didn’t realize was that his own ability with the sword wasn’t much better at this point. Between having to suppress Primus in his mind and his own growing frustration at his situation, Imperialdramon’s strikes grew wild and his parries hasty. Additionally, despite her forthcoming weakness, Alphamon wasn’t going to let him do more harm. She had seen the Royal Knights, now divided, crash and burn after she stepped out of the leadership helm and she wasn’t about to let Imperialdramon Paladin Mode destroy what new friends and companion-ship she now had. The vestiges of Alphamon’s renewed determination was uncorrupted, despite her unstable state of mind, and refused to buckle at the sight of her similarly mad adversary. What did make her buckle, if just for a second, however, was a sudden shrieking sound cutting through the air as something shot towards Imperialdramon. Something small, thin and glowing with a radiant light. The spear punched through Imperialdramon’s shoulder, sending him staggering back with a cry of pain as his eyes shot up towards the sky, searching for whoever had interfered with his battle again. And he saw an angel in the sky, clad in crimson armor and wielding a blade of light. In one of its arms, a blue figure supported itself, seemingly heavily wounded. But Imperialdramon recognized the angel, de-spite his new appearance. Gallantmon’s signature was unmistakable, even without the usual signal of the Hazard radiating from him to the extent it usually did. Watching as his spear smashed through Imperialdramon’s shoulder, Gallantmon Crimson mode held his hand out; and in an instant, the weapon re-appeared in his hand. Imperialdramon was stunned. He wouldn’t waste this opportunity. As he saw Alphamon take the opportunity to move in towards Imperialdramon, the Angelic Knight moved in a blur of crimson light, as both himself and the lupine Mega that he was temporarily support-ing set about continuing their assault. Prepping his blade, he made a series of slashes in midair as he darted around the titanic black knight, each one leaving a trail of energy that intensified and locked on to Imperialdramon before launching themselves at him at ridiculous speeds; and these slashes were accompanied by a continued round of firepower from MirageGaogamon, the murderous hail that had bombarded Imperialdramon earlier picking up again and coming in at all angles alongside the attack from Crimson Mode. Taken completely off guard by Gallantmon’s spear, Imperialdramon was left open to the barrage of attacks from both traitors. Howling in pain, Imperialdramon nonetheless managed to steady himself and raise his sword, pointing it up at the duo in the sky as he shoved as much power as he could mus-ter into the blade. They would die. Treachery would be repaid with death. And in a tragic failure of pat-tern recognition, Imperialdramon completely forgot about Alphamon. “DAINS-” Imperialdramon’s words abruptly paused into silence. Without even giving him a split second, Al-phamon made a final charge and plunged her sword into his chest, stabbing through his armor with all the strength and might she could muster. “No more, Imperialdramon,” Alphamon Exaltation Mode said with a heavy, labored breath. For a moment, Imperialdramon stood still, eyes bulging from their sockets from the damage dealt to him from the stab as he retched; black ichor filling his mouth before pushing out and running down his front. Too weak to even move now, his body seized up, his golden eyes piercing Alphamon with a hateful glare, before they began to dim... And he punched Alphamon in the face with sickening might, sending her flying backwards. “FINALLY.” The voice of Primus roared in triumph as Alphamon lost her grip on Arondight, as he pulled all the energies he could from the blade in order to force Imperialdramon down into submission in his place. Imperialdramon was not a being designed to bear the toll of madness; it rid him of all that made him truly dangerous, turning him into nothing but a beast unable to learn and adapt. Primus, however, was. Despite Imperialdramon’s attempt to force him down, his mounting rage did little but set up Primus to take control of his body. And with the assault of Alphamon, MirageGaogamon and Gallantmon Crim-son Mode upon him, the Head Orci was able to make use of this. Arondight was still forming. Energies radiated from it; and they were energies that, as a derivation from Examon Mordred, a component of the blade’s wielder, he could use for his own ends. He didn’t waste time. Imperialdramon had proved that his competence was at its limit, and so Primus felt nothing but a sense of satisfaction as he forced the bastard deep down into their body’s subcon-scious in spite of his violent protest. “Thanks for that,” Primus- no, Imperialdramon Alter, growled towards Alphamon with a vicious smirk, readying the corrupted Omni-Sword as he felt her summon Arondight out from his chest; and he lunged towards the surprised Mega, hammered by extreme fatigue and depleting amount of data in her shared system, as she desperately went to parry the renewed assault. Primus was still very conscious of the fact that he still didn’t have too long before Imperialdramon would become a problem again; Alphamon had reclaimed Arondight before he had a chance to draw sufficient power to completely suppress the bastard. That being said, however, he didn’t have the factor of Imperialdramon being able to force himself back into control ahead of time to deal with. With this in mind, he could simply move to taking down Al-phamon and Examon once and for all; their data would suffice, and Alphamon’s fatigue would allow him to make short work of her. Crimson Mode and MirageGaogamon would not last long after that; as soon as Alphamon and Examon perished, they’d be easily dispatched. --- Alphamon was barely able to keep a steady stance, let alone drag a prolonged fight against Imperi-aldramon Alter with Primus in control. “He doesn’t know when to stay down! I think we need to drag this bastard down to the Dark Area. If that means dragging myself along with him, then so be it,” she muttered, knowing that the other four sharing her head and body were listening. “Hold up! Is there really no other way?!” Dorumon clearly didn’t relish the idea of losing the Digimon of whom she used to be a part of, despite her grudge for what she had done and what subsequently happened to her. “We don’t have a lot of choice... As much as I hate to admit this, I’m no longer in the position to fight. My data is exhausted and...” Alphamon turned around to look at an exhausted Zei, having maintained her focus despite her slipping sanity and fighting alongside her. They were clearly unable to continue for much longer. A cursory glance from Alphamon to the other two in the union showed her much the same; both Siggy and Ex-amon were stock still, vacant looks spreading over their faces. For a few moments, the atmosphere in the union darkened; only the sound of Alphamon desperately parrying the blows being dealt by Imperialdramon Alter permeated the otherwise deathly silence of the room. “... Fuck this.” And then Siggy’s expression darkened from vacant to tempered fury as he spoke up. --- Forcing his way forwards, quickly increasing the amount of strength he placed behind his blows as he was able to assert more and more control over the power in his body, Imperialdramon Alter’s face twisted from a scowl to a sadistic grin. Alphamon was fighting admirably for her circumstances; he would concede that much. Had she not been worn down by stress and fatigue, both physical and mental, there was a very good chance she could have pushed this back in the other direction whilst he was still developing his control of his body. But he was not disappointed in the slightest. As much as he found himself impressed with Alphamon, she was nothing but an obstacle to him. As an obstacle which Imperialdramon, Omnimon and his fa-ther alike had failed to overcome, dispatching her and her miserable attack mutt would boost his standing in the eyes of Yggdrasil. When the rebellion was crushed and it was only he who was left standing to reap the glories of battle at the very end, he would bring the new order to bear in the name of Yggdrasil. But first, Alphamon would die. That would be the cornerstone for all that would come. She provided him no opening, even as she fought fatigue and stress. With only the element of sur-prise preventing Gallantmon and MirageGaogamon from resuming their assault, he’d just have to make one of his own; no matter the risk to himself. And so the corrupted Omni-Sword erupted into a pillar of screaming blackness once more, the incom-ing Dansleif scorching even Imperialdramon Alter himself as it finally broke Alphamon’s defensive and began to wash over her. And he released the vicious blast of energy, roaring out in triumph as Alphamon perished. For a moment, the sky blackened and the earth shook, both cracking as Dainsleif ravaged the founda-tion of the Digital World itself. A terrible roar. Then a terrible silence as the world around the blast returned to focus. To reveal something orange. And Imperialdramon Alter hadn’t even the chance to disbelieve what his eyes were showing him be-fore the orange disappeared and something shot forwards and pierced his chest. Steam name: Baron Von Kittenkiller 3DS Friend Code: 2294 4132 7659 Xbox Live Gamertag: CrisisRain League of Legends IGN: NoOneLovesYou Skype username: tehlawgiver Reply Reply With Quote • 08-09-2013 #1053 Fish Of Oblivion RAGE IS THE AIR I BREATHE Join Date Nov 2010 Location Staring into your soul. Might be eating it, dunno. Posts 17,630 “... Oh dear,” Gallantmon Crimson Mode finally bought himself to say, a few moments after Imperi-aldramon Alter made a shocking turnaround and began to assault Alphamon with vicious force once more. With both parties comprising the fusion being plagued with stressors and fatigue of their own, as well as a rustiness to the elements of the battlefield in one case, their reaction to the assault had been too sluggish to prevent immediate action, and even now they could only watch as they pulled themselves together. “God. Dammit,” MirageGaogamon, experiencing near-total exhaustion from both the wound in his side and the expending of the majority of his remaining power in his last assault alongside Crimson Mode, growled in kind; his eyes swelling with the vicious, almost-feral rage that he entered whilst ber-serk. “That blasted creature! I should have seen that coming...” One of the two consciousness spoke up, his frustration palpable and his resentment for his former superior burning like a wild fire. “Preaching to the choir there,” The other hissed in return, trying to sound equally furious, though fall-ing somewhere short of succeeding, “But never mind. Just keep going. We bought him to a halt be-fore, and we shan’t fail again.” And then, as if privy to this conversation in the head of his comrade, MirageGaogamon spoke up again. “I’ll not lie. I doubt I’m going to last any more than a minute or so in my current form, even with the spirits. If I push myself and try to sustain my power levels, there’s a very real chance that I could die here and now.” Pausing for a second, seemingly in thought and weighing his options, he shook his head, before re-suming. “Whilst I think it’s fairly obvious dying isn’t on my to-do list, I don’t have any problem with spending some time out of commission in a lower form if the trade-off is taking this scum down once and for all.” “... What are you suggesting?” Gallantmon Crimson Mode replied to him, performing the equivalent of a quirked brow as he turned his attention to the wounded lupine Mega. “I’m suggesting that I unload whatever energy that I have remaining and whatever I can draw from the Spirits I have into a single burst, and smash it straight into him.” “Will that be an acceptable offer? He’s not in a condition to fight anymore... and I’m not fond of the idea of losing another of my comrade.” “Anything’s acceptable at this point. If he wants to do it, let him go ahead and do it. I have no prob-lem helping him land it straight in Imperialdramon’s face.” “Any reservations, Angel?” MirageGaogamon snapped, clearly far from the mood to argue as he mar-shalled his comrade back to attention and out of his own damned thoughts. Crimson Mode’s response was to suddenly move in a burst of speed towards Imperialdramon Alter. “None at all,” The Angelic Knight replied, moving towards Imperialdramon Alter as MirageGaogamon immediately began to prepare his final assault, “Just-” And in that moment, everything was cut off by the sudden Dainsleif. A few seconds passed. Crimson Mode descended into a sudden, stunned silence once more. And then he watched breathlessly as the orange egg faded into view at the end of the attack and un-furled to reveal Examon Prime. Who proceeded to shoot Imperialdramon Alter in the chest with a bow constructed from a lattice of white and black strands of energy. MirageGaogamon’s reaction was more straightforwards. Forcing his way out of Crimson Mode’s carry, a gigantic spectral cannon emerged from an aura pooling around him, and the world around the Angelic Knight and the Lupine Knight whitened once more. ______________ Imperialdramon Alter stared down at his chest. Chiefly, he looked down at the monochrome arrow embedded meters into it. He looked up at Examon Prime, freshly slide-evolved from Alphamon Exaltation Mode. He felt rage. He felt it well up within him and coldly burn at his insides as the Dragon Emperor inter-fered once more. As the pathetic attack mutt of the greatest traitor the Royal Knights had known saw fit to impede his designs. His designs. His future. His glory. Examon saw fit to stand in the way of that. And so he leapt forwards to meet Examon Prime as the bow became Arondight, the presence of Ava-lon Alpha dissipating as the blade moved to meet the Omni-Sword. And then the blade disappeared and he rocketed up into the air. Imperialdramon Alter hissed in surprised rage, gloweringing up into the air at his foe as his orange shield re-appeared. He directed his anger into the Omni-Sword, charging another Dainsleif to take down the fool whilst he was still unready. And then his world whitened as a barrage of light slammed down onto him from above. _______________________ Engaging Avalon Alpha once more as he saw the spectral cannon be prepared by MirageGaogamon from behind Imperialdramon Alter, Examon Prime leapt away as fast as he could; and as the burst of light came crashing down, Avalon Alpha sustained the blast with ease as his foe took the full brunt of it. After a moment, the world became visible to him once more and he set eyes upon Imperialdramon. No serious damage; he was merely stunned, with only light burns and a seeming depletion of his im-mediate energy supply to contend with. On the other hand, as Examon looked up to where MirageGaogamon had been just a moment before, he only saw the red figure he assumed to be Gallantmon. He sensed only him too, as Mirage’s signal was gone from the area. His mind, already addled with fury, made the obvious connection. And within the union of minds, the rage of the human was joined by the rage of the dragon. And roaring out a terrifying roar of unbridled rage, Examon Prime shattered the sound barrier as he dived down towards his most hated foe. Taking advantage of the lack of immediate response from the stunned Imperialdramon Alter, the Su-preme Dragon Knight slammed his feet into his torso, taking the bastard by surprise and knocking him flat onto his back once more. His arms bulging outwards as strength filled them, he grabbed the sword arm of his opponent, snap-ping it with a sudden movement that twisted it in the wrong direction and send the Omni-Sword clat-tering to the ground. Spurred onwards by opportunity and rage, he continued. One fist slammed straight into Imperialdramon’s face. Followed by another. And another. And another. And another. Stifled by the rapid-fire assault and the shock in his system, Imperialdramon Alter failed to respond to the rage unleashed on him by the Supreme Dragon Emperor. With every hit, his mind reeled. Imperialdramon Alt- No, Primus, felt his control over Imperialdramon’s body falter as Imperialdramon began to assert himself once more. Only to be pushed right back down alongside Primus as the assault intensified. Both consciousnesses reeled from the vicious attack, and as Examon finally recovered from the pure, animalistic rage that had overcome him to pull out Arondight, both found themselves unable to assert control over their body. Until- Suddenly, as Examon Prime lifted Imperialdramon Alter up into the air as he readied his sword for the coup de grace, the compartment on the blackened Knight’s chest opened and released a bolt of ener-gy straight into his opponent’s chest; and as the Supreme Dragon Emperor lapsed back into rage and staggered backwards, Imperialdramon Alter rocketed up into the sky. And Imperialdramon took this chance to try to vie for dominance once more within himself. He took advantage of Primus’s distraction in his brief brush with death to shove everything he had into displac-ing the interloper from his body. Only to find his efforts futile, as Primus refused to budge. ___________ “... In the name of Yggdrasil, huh?” The Orci’s consciousness hissed towards him, as the level of rage within the forced union began to escalate to all-new heights. “So you’ve found out.” Imperialdramon replied calmly as he continued trying to shove Primus out. “Yggdrasil was a convenient way to justify my actions to both the other Knights and the Digital World at large. Had he not become unresponsive and comatose, seizing command over the Knights would have been far more difficult.” “Using the corpse of a god to advance your pathetic designs.” “And are you not doing the same? That is why you took over my body, is it not?” “I took your pathetic shell to advance Yggdrasil’s cause. My own designs were second to the subjuga-tion of the Digital World beneath his will.” “And instead, you aimed to win his approval and adoration instead. How does this make you any different from Alphamon’s dog, again?” “By surpassing you pathetic wretches, I would serve all the better as Yggdrasil’s right hand. You and your pathetic designs broke the fair-weather loyalties of all the traitorous dogs who happened into the Knights through her guidance. Where you failed to slay so much as a single leader of the rebel-lion, I would take the power you squandered and level them in minutes. And you and your refusal to understand any but Alphamon and Examon as a threat cost me the opportunity to cut them down like dogs.” “You’re faring no better than I did right now. Stop hiding behind me as an excuse and admit that you had no idea what to do with the power available to us.” And then Primus snapped. “SILENCE. BY TAKING CONTROL FROM ME AT THE BEGINNING, YOU RUINED MY ATTEMPT TO LEVEL THE OPPOSITION TO THEIR KNEES BY DESTROYING THE CASTLE. WITH THAT DATA, OUR FORM COULD HAVE BECOME STABLE. YOU LET YOUR OWN PATHETIC GRUDGES CLOUD YOUR JUDGEMENT. YOU FAILED TO KILL ALPHAMON AND EXAMON IN YOUR FIT OF RAGE, AND THEN LET YOURSELF BE DIS-TRACTED FROM THEM AND STIFLED.” And with one great push, Primus forced Imperialdramon down. “YOU HIDE YOUR DESIGNS BEHIND THE CORPSE OF A GOD, ENABLING THE PATHETIC DOGS THAT FLOCKED TO HIS SIDE FOR THEIR OWN BENEFIT TO PUSH THEIR OWN AGENDAS. YOU PROVE YOUR-SELF NO BETTER- NO, WORSE, THAN THE PATHETIC DOGS THAT TURNED THEIR BACK ON YGGDRASIL. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A PATHETIC, COWARDLY SNAKE HIDING BEHIND IDEALS YOU BETRAYED. I DESPISE MY FATHER AND HIS PATHETIC MORAL DILEMMA, BUT NOW YOU ARE EVEN BELOW HIM. BENEATH A COMMON INSECT CAUGHT IN A PATHETIC DELUSION. RETURN TO NOTHING AND CEASE TO INTERFERE.” --- Recovering from the sudden bolt of energy to his chest, Examon Prime readied Arondight as Imperi-aldramon Alter stared down at him; and after a pause of a few heavy seconds, plunged down to the ground and let loose a volley of slashes at him as the Omni-Sword returned to his hands. None of which connected, instead finding themselves all blocked by the Supreme Dragon Emperor’s sword. Meanwhile, the Angelic Knight began to flit around the area, looking for an opening to attack. “... Well, that was intense,” One consciousness chimed towards the other, finding itself unduly shocked by the vicious assault that Examon had unleashed onto Imperialdramon just a few moments before. Sighing softly, the other consciousness shook his head and replied, “I agree. This farce is getting ridic-ulous by the passing time. I’d like to end this as soon as I can and send Imperialdramon down to the pits of hell where he belongs.” “Again, preaching to the choir. Still, it’s as if he thought MirageGaogamon actually perished then and there,” The other consciousness offered, as he commandeered their body to ready their lance once more- Probably because he did. And it’s likely a good thing that he did, A third consciousness sud-denly offered. “Remind me again why I chose to work with you?” The second consciousness groaned, remembering the manipulative tactician that was the Digital Hazard. Because I haven’t gone away since I first contacted you, and I don’t intend to do so any time soon, The Hazard replied in deadpan, But anyway. That gave him the push he needed to break Imperialdramon and that stupid little variable that got itself involved, and now all we need is for him to put an end to this at all last. “As long as that bastard is dead, I don’t give a damn what you do to further that goal. Imperi-aldramon has soiled the name of the Royal Knights, sacrificed our comrades and allies for a battle with no justifiable goal.” How many choirs haven’t you preached to? The Hazard offered in return, before beginning to fade out with; Anyway, just get on and finish this. It’s taken far too damned long to get to this point, and I don’t want to run the risk of another relapse. “Then let’s fucking do it.” And so Crimson Mode leapt into action, Gungnir shooting forwards with an ethereal shriek once more as it closed in on Imperialdramon Alter. ________________ “Hate. Let me tell you how much I’ve come to hate you since I can remember,” Ex-amon Prime snarled; the tranquil fury overcoming him and the overpowering rage he had experienced before allowing him to block the sloppy, yet powerful strikes from Imperialdramon with some effort. In his rage, the bastard gave him an opening. And he didn’t hesitate for a second as he surged forwards and sliced at his opponent’s gut, sending him staggering back. All as he continued his assault. “Within my core, there are billions upon billions of bytes of data. Each one of them screaming in hatred for you.” Imperialdramon Alter, paying no heed to his opponent’s words, merely snarled and surged forwards again, narrowly dodging a strike from Gungnir as he did so. Again, Examon merely blocked his assault. “If you engraved the word ‘hate’ onto every single byte of data in my core- every single one, and all the other fragments of data that make my body up, it would on-ly equal one billionth of the hatred I feel for you.” Pulling himself together slightly, Imperialdramon Alter’s Omni-Sword exploded into a torrent of black energy again as he charged a Dainsleif. Only for him to come face-to-weapon with Gungnir as Gallantmon Crimson Mode, taking in his dead focus on Examon Prime, strike his open side and disrupt the charging Dainsleif, a fury of hatred deep in his eyes. But Imperialdramon Alter did not let himself be hindered. Rage bursting forth, he fired a bolt from his chest compartment at Gallantmon Crimson Mode, before charging at Examon and levelling a thrust at his stomach. With the powerful thrust far more difficult to block than the swings, the Supreme Dragon Emperor in-stead rocketed up into the air, before descending downwards and planting his feet straight into Impe-rialdramon’s face, forcibly knocking him backwards again. And for the last time, as he descended downwards, vertically slicing a deep gash into his opponent’s front and torso before Arondight was thrust through his gut. And straight out the other side, as a triumphant crack was heard throughout the battlefield. “Feel that hatred, Imperialdramon. Feel it and die,” Examon Prime hissed quietly, speaking with five voices at once, two male and three female, as he dealt the finishing blow to Imperialdramon. Last edited by Fish Of Oblivion; 09-07-2013 at 08:44 AM. Pokemon X and Y Fan Group- All welcome, spread the word! ／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ Being Meduka Is Suffering... Killroy wuz ere. 3DS Friend Code- 0860-4556-5046 Just PM me if you want to swap codes! Reply Reply With Quote • 08-27-2013 #1054 tobiax Forest Lord Join Date Jun 2011 Location Earth Posts 9,118 The threat of annihilation hot on his tail, the beleaguered warrior knew he could not keep this up for-ever. It seemed the reserves within Zero Arms: BYAKKO were finite, and depleting with the extended use of power it took to continuously flee from the mighty beast bearing down upon them. The bleak realization coming slowly to him, he knew he must make his stand, lest he be run into a less than friendly situation. Drawing his sword slowly, War Capidramon Hunts Mode turned back to see the black beetle Orci still following close. The insect demon flared its wings, slowing its flight as it gathered a flare or red energy in its splayed jaws. This was his chance. With only a glance between them, the two Digital Beasts below jumped in near perfect unison, launching the Gladiator Beast up into the air, spinning in a back-flip be-fore twisting through some strange force to face the beast. His sword now drawn, he looked into the soulless eyes of the Orci Golubac, a blue spark flashing at the base of his blade. "Solar Flare Sword!" the Holy Knight Digimon called as the blade erupted in blue flames. Now falling to the ground, the Beast Mega let loose a mighty slash, sending a wave of fire into the Or-ci's foul flesh as he descended. His intuition keen, Byakko was prepared, and within moments, inter-cepted the falling Digimon, uniting the two once again in battle. The titanic insect squealed as the flames scorched its shell, melting its armor plates and charring its insides. However, it was naught compared to the otherworldly regenerative powers of the Orci. The wounds hissed as the monstrosi-ty's flesh boiled over, the beetle like shell reforming as the beast regathered its focus. However, the savage duel was brought to a momentary halt as the sky suddenly blackened. The bolts and crashes of the Battle of Titans flared in the sky as the brutal force was thrown about. The sheer amount of energy released temporarily rendered the senses of a certain human within a certain Mega Digimon null, such that the moment where one particularly hostile signal vanished was not entirely perceived, and thus not noticed. The Orci, on the other hand, felt a sudden sense of dire panic. The loss of the signal of Orci Primus trig-gered a base instinct, the binary switch for sheer flight activated in the last surviving lesser Orci. This, however, was the break the now recuperated Warrior needed. Slowly, his sword was drawn, a ghostly glow seeming to be encaptured within the blade. Slowly, he pointed the blade out, striking it in the air to form a ghostly line. Now, the strokes were rapidly sent, first forming a vertical line beneath the horizontal one, which then took the form of an “I”, which soon became conjoined with a curve to appear much like a “p”. Inscribed before it was an “o” with a flourish upon the top, taking the same glow and joining with the aforementioned rune. With a mighty strike, they were set aglow, and sent careening on by his voice. “Annwn Rune!” the warrior cried as the symbol jolted forward in a burst of speed. The blast of light the attack created brought the Ocri back to the battle, resulting in a furious charge from the beast. War Capidramon Hunts Mode regripped his blade, lunging forth to meet the beast in its charge. And that's how it's done. Reply Reply With Quote • 4 Weeks Ago #1055 Vocalia Angelic Doormat Join Date Mar 2011 Location Perth, Australia Posts 6,873 "Come and what now?" Ranamon asked, her mind too convoluted and messy to comprehend Beel-zemon's words instantly. Between being lugged around like a dead weight and not being able to do anything until that point, the Champion-level Digimon was just about to hit a meltdown point. Her composure finally snapped when she saw one Digimon she wasn't familiar with, the lesser Orci that seemed to have some sense of self-preservation unleashing what looked like a hideous swarm of un-holy monstrosity, much like the one who spawned it. "That's it! I had enough!" Yelling as loud as her small lungs could let her, Ranamon's one hand let go of her hold on UlforceVeedramon and was raised up openly at the air. From the sky above them, a dark cloud began to form above where her open hand was, gathering to form a tumultuous clump of cloud that looked harmless on the outside. "Dark Vapor!" Keeping her control of the cloud, she directed the black clump towards a small clump of the buzzing swarm. They immediately found themselves bathed in a cloud so acidic that it eroded their data in the manner of minutes and, once they had been com-pletely eradicated, she gradually moved the clouds around as she tried to make some contribution into the fight, even if she was only able to kill a mindless swarm. Profile Picture drawn by Zefiar of Deviantart. WE HAVE AN URGENT SITUATION HERE IN RPG. PLEASE REFER TO THIS THREAD AND BE EXTREMELY WARY OF UNSOLICITED OFFERS FOR SKYPE INFO OR OFFSITE ROLEPLAYING. Reply Reply With Quote • 3 Weeks Ago #1056 Mattmanganon Lockon Look-a-like Join Date Nov 2010 Location orbiting the earth inside my gundam with my sights trained on you Posts 12,496 Beelzemon watched as the new cloud of enemies appeared. "You know what?" he asked. "I am SERI-OUSLY pissed at this! Is it too much for us to say "Right, the bastard is dead, let's call it a day." IS THAT LITTLE BIT OF NEWS REALLY SO FUCKING HARD FOR US TO HERE!?!?!" He took out a Berenjena. "IS IT SO FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO POINT THIS GUN AT SOMETHING AND IT TO DIE!?!?! WHEN DID THIS THING BECOME SO FUCKING PATHETIC!?!? I ONE SHOTTED A BASTARD THE FIRST TIME I USED IT, AND YOU KNOW WHAT!? I THINK THIS BASTARD IS FUCKING GREAT!!! I REALLY DO!!! IT'S COOL LOOK-ING AND FOR ONCE I WISH I WAS ABLE TO POINT IT AT SOMETHING AND FOR IT TO JUST FUCKING VAPORISE! LIKE THIS!" he pointed it at one of the clouds of nashing teeth and fired. The recoil of the shot was so much that it nearly flew out of his hand, the bullet flew through the center of the cloud and it exploded into a cloud of data. Beelzemons jaw hit the floor and he looked at the gun "SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO DO THAT!?!?!? THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN REALLY FUCKING USEFUL A WHILE BACK!!! THANK YOU FOR NOTHING!!! Now, would you kindly take that things fucking head off?" he said he pointed the gun at the Orci spewing monsters and pulled the trigger, the bullet fired off and simply pinged off its solid armour. "Ok... Now you're just being a dick... We all saw what you did, we all know you could take his head off with a single shot, you just don't want to." he said. He then looked at Ranamon. "Can you believe this prick?" he asked. She then went on a murderous ram-page through the swarm. "Wow... Can i trade you in for her." Dirk asked Impmon. "Normally i would slap you for that... But i would love to be able to do that..." he said. "The Digimon or the cloud summoning?" he asked. "We've already been over this, I DON'T HAVE JUNK AND I FIND THE WHOLE IDEA OF FIRING DNA AT EACH OTHER, OFFENSIVE... But heck yeah i would hit that." Impmons fist appeared in Dirks bubble and he bumped it. “Alright, I’ve had enough of this.” Watching the progressive clusterfuck that was the battle between the fusion of Alphamon and Examon and the darkened Imperialdramon unfold, AncientWisemon felt whatever scant pa-tience he held for The Plan melt away. He’d already openly defied the Sovereign of the East multiple times; and he had little to motivate him away from doing it again as he disconnected himself from his host. “Baihumon and Zhuqiaomon are still in the area, Wisemon,” The Ancient Spirit of Steel began to his host, his voice still with the Demon Man as he himself disappeared into the aether of the uni-verse for whatever purpose he had in mind, “Go to them and get the order to start evacuating the area.” Wisemon’s response was simple; he nodded and snapped his fingers, following the spacial co-ordinates that his master had given him to contact the two Sovereigns nearby. __________________________________________ As Arondight was thrust through him, shattering the control over Imperialdramon’s body that he had fought so hard to obtain, Primus screamed in bloody fury. And for the very last time, Impe-rialdramon took control back over his body. Gazing down at his rapidly disintegrating form, he closed his eyes in resignation. “So be it. Victory is yours, Examon.” Examon didn’t even dignify him with a verbal response. As his most hated foe spoke his last, the Dragon Emperor merely raised a foot, placing it upon Imperialdramon’s chest before yanking his blade out with all the care of a child kicking down a sandcastle. And as Imperialdramon lay dying, he felt his body begin to dissipate even quicker than it should. In fact, it felt as if he were devolving- That bastard. Primus was trying to unmerge himself from Imperialdramon! With a startled hiss, the dying First Knight focused all of his remaining power into trying to maintain the DNA Digivolution, resolving to at least take Primus down with him. And then that proved futile as his chest exploded outwards. Screaming a primal, horrifying scream, a black mass emerged from Imperialdramon’s shattered torso, data rushing outwards from the wound and coagulating over it as it began to take shape. Seeing this, Examon hissed in disgust, recognizing the mass as the Orci that had sent this entire fight to hell. Still packing unspeakable amounts of frustration from the ordeal he and his com-rades had been put through, he merely glared at the creature, power filling Arondight as he pre-pared to eviscerate Primus- “Yggdrasil is dead.” And then he froze up as it spat out those free words. “... What.” “Dead’s not the right word, though there’s really not much difference,” The black mass that was Primus hissed, taking the Dragon Emperor’s hesitation as a chance to tear himself fully from the dying Imperialdramon, “But you get the picture. Isn’t that right, Imperialdramon?” “Hmph.” Imperialdramon leaned back on the ground, closing his eyes. He had failed completely. His Knights had betrayed him, he had fallen in battle, and now his schemes were revealed. There was no point in denying the truth. “What use is a dying ‘god’? We had the chance to be greater than simple servants to a machine, and I took it. But I failed…” And so Imperialdramon breathed his last, his head dissipating into data along with the rest of his body. And as his most hated foe faded from the world, Examon Prime just stared off into space. Which was all the opportunity that Primus needed to pull Imperialdramon’s data into himself. Wasting no words, the black mass sprouted wings as he finished loading the data into himself, and took into the air at high speed, burning through the power from the data in order to escape the battlefield. Everything had gone to hell here, but he would still have his day. He would just have to wait. __________________________________________ And within the space that Baihumon and Zhuqiaomon occupied, there was a hiss as Wisemon took form. Closing itself, the book that the Demon Man’s soul resided in moved out from beneath him, rising up further and further into the air before it disappeared in a puff of smoke; as Wisemon de-scended to stand upon his own two feet. Kneeling before the two Sovereigns with a sense of casual, unforced reverence, the Demon Man began: “AncientWisemon has sent me here to request an order for evacuation, my Lords. Under the cir-cumstances, he believes it would be wise to remove the Tamers and their allies from the area whilst Imperialdramon is still occupied with Alphamon and Examon.” Zhuqiaomon simply turned his attention back to the battle with Imperialdramon, but stopped in surprise as Imperialdramon finally fell on the field. A fraction of a second passed before the Sovereign of the South spread his wings and let loose a triumphant roar at the death of one of his most hated rivals. With his gloating done, Zhuqiaomon turned back to Wisemon and let loose a cackle, flames lick-ing around him. “Evacuation? The blasted Knight is finally dead! All that’s left is Yggdrasil. Azulongmon’s ram-bling plans are worthless at this point. No, this ends now. Baihumon, with me!” The phoenix roared, taking to the air with a shriek as he saw the opportunity that Imperialdramon’s death pre-sented. Still somewhat stunned by the sudden change in the tide of the battle that had seen Imperi-aldramon struck down, Baihumon took a moment to respond; when he pulled himself together, his response was a resolute nod, and as he prepared to leap into the fray, he turned his head to Wisemon. “At least evacuate the wounded and depleted. Any still able to fight, and you direct them to us for the attack on Yggdrasil. Understood?” “Entirely.” Wisemon responded, his eyes burning with a disturbing glee as he saw Imperi-aldramon’s life pass before him, before he disappeared into the aether of the universe again, back to the library whence he had came. _________________________________________ Zhuqiaomon bellowed a furious cry as he unleashed an infernal hellstorm of flame down upon the nearly-ruined fortress of the Royal Knights, hoping to draw Yggdrasil out now that he had no more defenders. With the fortress having become completely abandoned as the final stand of the Knights had progressed, Baihumon felt little compunction as he joined in; as a terrifying hail of steel, holy en-ergy and pure hyperdestructive force was released from his digicores and bombarded Yggdra-sil’s fortifications below. Those in the library were safe; the castle was nothing but Yggdrasil’s shell at this stage, and both Sovereigns knew this as they tore it to shreds. Although in Zhuqiaomon’s case, he wouldn’t have quite cared if there had been anyone caught in the bombardment. With the level of fortification given to the castle, it would take a decent amount of time for even the Sovereigns to demolish it; and as they gave it their all, the terrifying sight could be seen all the way across the battlefield. And in particular, one specific combatant’s attention had snapped towards the sight the very moment the assault had begun. Black flames roaring around him as he was continuously swarmed by the black cloud of demon-ic insects released by the lesser Orci a kilometer away, the Black Sovereign let out a hiss as he sensed his brothers take the field. His mind, no matter how clouded by bloodlust, hunger, pain and desperation, could immediately recognize the opportunity at hand. He need only to make his away across the battlefield, and then the opportunity to restore himself would present itself. His reserves had made enough from his attack on the Golubac Swarm to allow him to make a clean cut across the battlefield, and so the black flames around him burst outwards into an even more gigantic inferno as he began to move in the direction of Baihumon and Zhuqiaomon. However, his assailants were not so willing to give up the meal that they had sensed in him; and they gave chase, with more joining them as they went in order to subdue the possessed Bird Man. ____ “Mega Barrage!” A slew of missiles came flying at BanchoLeomon, who dashed to the side and hit the ground running, trying to evade MegaGargomon’s artillery barrage. The explosions from the missiles created a smoke cloud covering the entire area, and BanchoLeomon used it to conceal himself as he made his way towards his foe. As the smoke began to dissipate, the lion Digimon made his move and leapt out, jamming his sword into MegaGargomon’s knee joint before jumping up to catch the green behemoth across the face with a right hook, followed by a roundhouse kick to the snout. Gravity kicked in, and BanchoLeomon fell to the ground, taking hold of his blade and viciously ripping it out of MegaGargomon’s knee as he plummeted towards the earth. But as he touched down on the ground, BanchoLeomon fell to one knee as he felt his form begin to waver. Shakily raising a hand, he noticed it begin to fizzle out, almost as if his Biomerge was ending. “This shouldn’t be happening...” He muttered to himself as MegaGargomon recovered, raising one foot to try to stomp BanchoLeomon into the ground, who hurled himself to the side to evade. All the while, he wondered to himself just what the hell was going on. He thought he’d recovered enough data to fight again, but his body was beginning to dissipate, and he started to feel the strain of trying to maintain the Biomerge. Had his Dark Digivolution into Ruin Mode really taken so much out of him? At this point, going into Burst Mode wasn’t even an option, considering how much it hurt to just stay in his base Mega state. Struggling up to his feet, BanchoLeomon realized that the only way he was going to come out of this alive was to kill MegaGargomon quickly and load his data to stabilize his own form. Just then, MegaGargomon turned his attention from his suddenly weakened opponent for a split-second as he saw his leader fall. Eyes widening, he reached out towards his dying commander, utterly shocked that Imperialdramon had been slain. But that split-second of inattention was all that BanchoLeomon needed. Calling up every last bit of his fluctuating power, he rushed forward and leapt up, calling forth whatever reserves he had left into his left hand to form a lion’s head formed of a blazing orange aura around it and slammed it into MegaGargomon’s throat before taking his right fist and thrusting it up into the massive titan’s jaw in an uppercut. Still not done, the lion Digimon quickly drew his sword with his now-free left hand and thrust into MegaGargo-mon’s snout, using it as leverage to materialize a Berejena shotgun in his right hand and jam it into the dazed juggernaut’s mouth, pulling the trigger over and over again without hesitation, only stopping when MegaGargomon’s entire body began dissolving into data. Without his foe’s body to use as a foothold, BanchoLeomon plummeted towards the ground, collapsing to one knee with a groan after he landed. But as MegaGargomon’s data flooded into his body, his Biomerge finally stabilized and the pain that wracked his body faded away. Slowly pulling himself up to his feet, BanchoLeomon finally noticed the commotion in the sky. As the Orci’s black swarm chased Ravemon, BanchoLeomon raised the Berejena shotgun that he was still clutching and fired up at the veritable cloud of insects, trying to draw their attention away from their current target. As it was, he was only partly successful; as part of the swarm was swallowed up in a burst of black energy as the shells from the Berejena found their target, only a small amount of them compared to the swarm as a whole distracted themselves from Ravemon to dive down towards BanchoLeomon. However, the sudden intrusion into the battle seemed to surprise Ravemon, and his concentra-tion was momentarily broken as he paused and stared down towards BanchoLeomon. With two mismatched, empty eyes. BanchoLeomon didn’t have time to pay much attention, though, as his attention was focused on shooting down the insects rushing towards him. The wide spread of the Berejena’s scattershot brought down several insects with each shot, and the relatively small swarm was slain in no time at all. With that done, he scanned the sky once more, giving Ravemon only a cursory nod as he noticed Zhuqiaomon and Baihumon in the distance. The Leomon aspect of himself wondered why two of the Four Sovereigns had shown up and leapt off to investigate, trusting that Ravemon could handle the rest of the swarm’s reduced numbers. __________________ Whatever response Kappa would have had to EmperorGreymon’s quips was completely lost as he felt something jolt through him; as he felt another one of his brothers fall. And as the overwhelming signal of Imperialdramon petered out alongside it, it took all of a few seconds to figure out exactly which one had just shuffled off their mortal coil. “Well, that didn’t take long,” The gigantic Hazard-spawn observed drily, allowing himself a small snigger, “Though I suppose I should have expected this. It was only a matter of time before the idiot bit off more than he could chew.” Continuing to snigger at the thought of his hubris-saturated brother going down with all the dignity and grace of a cat in cement shoes, Kappa turned his head away from EmperorGreymon, Sleipmon and the still-comatose Parasimon to look out across the battlefield. Primus, and by extension, Imperialdramon, was all the way over the other side of the battlefield, obscured by a gigantic black cloud and the Royal Knight’s castle. Which Kappa now noted, with some surprise, to be being blasted to smithereens by a pair of newcomers. And with the frightening haste with which the fortification of Yggdrasil fell to their power, they were likely at levels rivalling the other two heavyweights in this battle. “Oh what the fuck,” The Orci deadpanned, thoroughly nonplussed by this new development. This whole situation with the Royal Knight’s final stand was just getting increasingly ridiculous. First, Imperialdramon turned into a being just below a Sovereign in power, and then his father and shown up and belted him and his brothers out. Then some Sovereigns had shown up. Then Al-phamon and Examon fused. Then one of his brothers fused with Imperialdramon. Now this shit. At this point, Kappa was starting to think that whatever higher powers were overseeing all this were just a bunch of jackasses with no sense of consistency. It would certainly explain a whole lot. Fuck you, Ganon. “Keep an eye on the Lizard and Daddy Dearest, Horsey Boy,” Kappa chimed towards Sleipmon as he spread his wings, his lance appearing in his hands as he slowly took into the air towards the scene of destruction in the distance, “Gonna go check this shit out.” Five minutes. Five whole minutes had passed, and yet only now were Baihumon and Zhuqiaomon breaking through to the very center of the Knight’s castle; where Yggdrasil resided and oversaw the Digital World. Baihumon hissed in fatigue, finally allowing himself to drop the barrage of power he had assault-ed the castle with as he saw the walls between the heart of the castle and the rest of the struc-ture give out at long last. This had really taken far too long; were he and Zhuqiaomon really so out of experience with their own power that a simple fortification gave them so much trouble? He hissed again, dispelling the thought. It wasn’t important now. He and Zhuqiaomon had been conserving the majority of their power for the confrontation with Yggdrasil; should he have taken them by surprise during their assault, having enough power in stock to defend themselves would have been essential. As it was, though, Yggdrasil hadn’t reacted at all to their assault; even as the wall to the heart of the castle crumbled, entire moments passed and yet there was no sign of Yggdrasil aside from the ocean of wires and cables leading deep down into the earth below the castle. “At the risk of tempting fate,” Baihumon began, speaking quietly to his brother as the Sovereign of the South began to gather flames about himself once more, readying a gigantic jet of flame to scorch the parts of Yggdrasil visible at present, “This is going far too smoothly. Something’s wrong here.” More than anything, Zhuqiaomon wanted to just set fire to any part of Yggdrasil he could see, but Baihumon had a point this time. With the ruckus the two were making, Yggdrasil had to have no-ticed them by now, but no defenses had been established. No barriers, no counterattacks, noth-ing. The Phoenix of the South suppressed his murderous rage and gave his brother a nod. “Fine.” He grumbled. “We’ll do this your way.” Zhuqiaomon spread his wings, bellowing a sum-mons into the sky. Seconds later, a white snake Digimon materialized on the ground, bowing down to his master. “What is required of me, my lord?” Sandiramon hissed, his head bowed low. “Scout the inside of the ruins. Report back to me on what you find.” Zhuqiaomon rumbled, doubt-ful that this servant would survive. In truth, he’d been looking for a new Deva to fill Sandiramon’s place, and he’d have to open that role first. “As you command, Lord Zhuqiaomon.” Sandiramon rose, utterly unaware of his master’s con-tempt for him, and slinked off, descending into the fortress’s depths. Minutes passed, and Zhuqiaomon found himself utterly disappointed when Sandiramon returned alive. “My lord...Yggdrasil was within the depths.” “And he left you alive?” Zhuqiaomon asked doubtfully. “Actually, it was as if he didn’t even notice my presence. He was merely floating in the chamber, unresponsive.” The Sovereign raised an eyebrow, giving Baihumon a dubious look before turning back to Sandiramon. “Fine. You are dismissed.” And with that, Sandiramon dematerialized, teleporting back to his Sovereign’s palace. Turning to Baihumon, Zhuqiaomon gave an impatient huff. “Well, brother? Are you satisfied now?” “There’s definitely something wrong. Last I recalled, Yggdrasil was violent with his own under-lings, let alone a servant of his sworn enemies,” Baihumon replied, ignoring Zhuqiaomon’s char-acteristic brusqueness. Baihumon wasn’t even going to bother sending a servant down to make sure. Quicker than Zhuqiaomon could have expected, the white tiger disappeared in a flash of blinding light down the shaft leading to Yggdrasil’s chamber, slashing at the mass of cable all the way down. Landing upon all four of his feet as he finally entered the chamber, he organized the eleven digi-cores he had on his person into a horizontal circular formation, the powerful orbs spewing out a spherical field around himself as he looked about. Yggdrasil was there, just as Sandiramon had said; the gigantic orb floated above what seemed to be an equally gigantic reactor, with the mass of cable from the shaft above connecting into the rim of the reactor’s frame. The orb itself hummed as it floated in midair, and seemed to wobble slightly upon its axis; but was otherwise stationary, with a dull opaque colour adorning its form. Baihumon stared for a moment. And then his forcefield receded and a gigantic white burst slammed into the orb before him. And again. And again. As soon as he heard the sounds of combat, Zhuqiaomon descended into Yggdrasil’s chamber himself and stared for a moment, mildly disturbed that Yggdrasil was simply taking Baihumon’s abuse. And then he joined in as well, covering his entire body in flame and ramming into the orb alongside his brother. Amidst the roaring flames and eruptions of silver and white, the orb that was Yggdrasil’s body could be seen to slowly crack; Yggdrasil offered no resistance as his body was slowly shattered by the two Sovereigns, and as their powers reached their peak in intensity and blasted up the shaft above to release a torrent of energy into the sky, a horrific crack rang out. Followed by the sound of glass shattering as the multiple pieces of Yggdrasil’s spherical body smashed into the floor of the chamber, followed by a dull thud as something dropped onto the surface of the reactor below.