A fight fit for wagers // ZEO

A smirk crept onto the deranged digimon’s lips, amusement circling through his mind as the opponent threatened him. Such ferocity in his tone, he seemed to think; did he assume that such cheesy lines would intimidate anybody? Well, maybe they worked on rookies or humans, but to Graedon he was just adding fuel to the fire.
”Oh no, such scary. Very fear. Amaze. Much macho, wow.” he mocked, waving his arms around tauntingly.
”How long did it take you to rehearse those lines, are you a sitcom character or something’? Heh, I bet you’ve been waiting to use those for months now.” Laughing about, the WaruMonzaemon eyed his foe as he flaunted his weapon. As fun as banter was, it was time to step things up.

As a precaution, Grae briskly summoned a goopy bubble around his tamer. Though Everett was usually pretty quick on his feet, in the event of an explosion or other wide-spread attack, it would keep him safe. The tamer started to protest, though he bit his tongue as soon as he thought about this situation. They were in an ultimate battle, and much was unpredictable; it was better to be safe than sorry.

With his human out of harm’s way, the giant bruin started forward, his heavy steps causing nearby terra to shake. As he closed the gap between him and the sword-bearing creature, his arms became surrounded with dark energy. He began to accumulate the energy into a black sphere, and hoisted it above his head.
”Eat this!” shouted Graedon, throwing the sphere towards Millimon. However, rather than hitting him directly, the bear digimon purposely shattered the sphere on the ground just at his foe’s feet. Dark matter erupted into a haze, the dense black fog covering a 45-ft radius around the ground where it hit. If the opponent, or anyone, was caught inside this evil mist, they would have their data corrupted which would result in temporary paralysis.

A cackle surrounded the fog as Graedon rejoiced in the hit. Cockily he grinned, squinting through the thick dark haze to just barely make out his foe’s silhouette on the ground. The enemy digimon would now be rendered immobile for some time, and that would be just enough time to eliminate him. The grisly bear sorted through his bag of tricks, though his thoughts were interrupted by a mechanical sound; there was an attack coming. Unfortunately, being in the mist as well, he was unable to see the oncoming projectiles, so he did the best thing he could think of in an attempt to avoid damage.

Warumonzaemon began jolting around frantically, rapidly changing direction each time he lunged. It may have looked incredibly silly, but it could just have saved him from sudden death. Graedon heard explosions erupt right next to him, his eyes lighting up as the flashes decorated his limited scenery.
One, two, three… He attempted to count, but found himself falling over as he noted the fourth strike. The fifth hit on the earth beside him, dirt and grass flying in his face. Bracing, the bear hugged his head and curled into a defensive position, pain filling his side as heat enveloped his shoulder and back. The blast from the missile shook him up, whilst the fire had burned his shoulder rather badly.

With the bombardment now over, Graedon quickly hopped to his feet. He did his best to pay little mind to the charring on his skin, though now the atmosphere was even thicker with the smoke from the missiles blending in. Emitting a silent growl, the bruin plowed through the haze, locating his rather large opponent. Staring down at the paralyzed heap, he laughed tauntingly, and briskly fired a beam of dark energy point blank. This beam, dubbed “Zombie Ray” by its sender, would not only cause impact damage; that would be far too delicate. This dark matter would cause agonizing, mind numbing pain for a prolonged period of time. Millimon was in for a prison of hell and hurt, and there was nothing his body could do about it. How lovely!

Anger reflected from the puppet creature’s eyes as they spied a barrier above Millimon. The dark rays cast by Grae quickly dissipated and vanished, leaving the immobile foe unscathed. Though he knew that he had no time to hover above him, for the effects of this evil mist would soon flutter away. For now, there was still time, and without a moment’s hesitation the colossus leapt high into the air. Clearing the fog as best he could, the massive bear began to twirl his body like a drill bit. Wind began to pick up around him, quite some distance from the fog, and carried him high above his enemy.

With no time to spare, the Warumonzaemon poised back down to the earth at full speed. Rapidly he revolved, his gruesome chrome claw driving, leading the charge as his heavy body followed. He was like a dart; a razor tipped, three-headed drill bit shooting straight down at Millimon. As if the weight and momentum weren’t enough to propel him, the additional spin fueled his attack with even more speed and more deadly force. Soon enough, his opponent would be dug into effortlessly, the soft flesh of his belly skewered and shredded into minced meat.

As the spinning bear charged to the earth, he painted a chimerical bulls-eye directly below him. Through the mist he could make out the other giant’s shape, and frankly he had no worries about the target moving at all. Even if his attack were to be miscalculated, even if he hit the hardware which layered parts of his opponent’s body, he was certain to do some serious damage. Even if he didn’t dig through the digimon’s core, he could probably drive his drilling blades into the mechanics, short circuit some of that metal, or heat it up to a point where it would melt the skin it concealed to sturdily. Hell, maybe he’d even saw through it enough to seriously damage the goods beneath, or even just dent it enough to break ribs. Graedon wasn’t sure of exactly how sturdy the enemy’s armor was; not that he would miss his mark.

For one, he was damn confident in his skills.
For two, Millimon was a sitting duck.