Command - War Game [Plot Arc 4-B; 2/2] Jan 5, 2019 0:45:18 GMT
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 5, 2019 0:45:18 GMT
The Chaosdramon could see it: sparks of light in the distance, as the bullets collided cleanly with Cion's shield in the distance. This time, the Arniomon didn't dodge it - and she didn't confidently return an attack of her own. But then again, the machine-type himself was in about the same state: with no chest armor and the cannons on its back sparking to the point of questionable usefulness, it wasn't as if he had much left in reserves. Heck, the machine couldn't even turn its head to one side without a visible spark flickering out of its frame.
It knew the situation very well, just as much as the Arniomon did. Neither really had the chance to run, and each one of them was saving for one last strike. The arrow that sank into his main cannon only confirmed this fact.
Cooling System De-Activated.
Diverting all power from main cannon.
Suspending Defensive Grid.
Routing all power to leg systems.
Each display came up in a mere second, the red lines surrounding its frame vanishing entirely. Halfway through Cion's sentence, the Chaosdramon tore forth, with far more speed than his previous charge, the damage from his frame protesting with bright sparks with every step. None of that mattered: sighting that glowing target, the Chaosdramon would advance, one more time, in an effort to slam his larger claw - or even his entire body weight - against that struggling fennec.
Fladramon might have been hurting with those spider bites, but comparatively, it was much more painful to be on the other end of that truck. The Dokunemon that remained was simply lucky to be alive after all that - and as she was plucked up, she returned that partial comment:
"Heh. You're a playful one yourself. You actually did it..." He blew up the forest around them, of his own accord! Few mere goodie-two-shoes would have gone this far, so the insect could at least respect her grit. Not only that, but the Fladramon had managed to locate the statue.
The question remained, if he even knew what the importance of this statue was - and that might very well be very important. Though the Owlmon had retreated to a perimeter, the bird might notice something cutting through that circle of fire - a Wizardmon, which had broken off from a different group. Through some means, probably a barrier, the fire itself skirted around him, the sorcerer quickly making his way to the center of that now-burnt-out clearing, approaching opposite the side of the machine's climactic fight.
He'd stop, a good ten yards away from the dragon - at the very least, he was wary of the source of that explosive fire. "I must say, I wasn't expecting this..." The Wizardmon's eyes flickered briefly down to the statue, before flicking back to the Fladramon. "My apologies, I simply had to see the source of the fire, but it appears you aren't 'marked' like the rest." With a somewhat hurried, professional tone, he pressed on: "What can you tell me of the situation here?"
Chaosdramon redirects all power to his physical functions.
Defensive grid is offline.
Giga Death Cannon is offline.