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A Forced Advent [Cassandra]
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 25, 2018 18:55:51 GMT
In all, it was a nice day: partly cloudy, with no chance of rain or any of the strong winds that Mainframe Hills was known for. More than that, though, was just how quiet this place was.
Unlike the Network Plains, within spitting distance of Terminus itself, the Mainframe Hills were in the middle of nowhere, just beyond the reach of what was considered to be a dangerous forest. And where Syre found herself, far and away from the few Trailmon Stations that dotted the area, well, it was completely silent. At the very least, this was a silence that she had expected: Cassandra and the rest of her team worked in secrecy.
Still, that didn't make the situation any less boring! Taking a brief look up towards the sky, as if to try and get a gauge for the time, the BlackGatomon gave a sigh. She set her bag down, and leaned her back against it, simply crossing her arms as she waited atop another rolling hill. Was she early, were they late? Heck, dad's instructions were cryptic enough. "'I want you to go out here... Cassandra will help you practice. Things are getting dangerous, and with the close calls you have, I want you to try and make the push to Ultimate'." Repeating that to herself, she gave a half-turn, rolling to better use that bag as a makeshift pillow.
"Well, whatever. Can't see why dad couldn't just do this, himself..."
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Post by Cross on Nov 25, 2018 19:15:13 GMT
"Because in the digital world we live by the rule of kill or be killed and your Father lacks the drive to end you if need be." A low voice rumbled as the air seemed to shift as a black armored digimon appeared looming over Syre's downed form gold eyes cold from where they regarded the cat from behind a cracked face plate. A Tactimon, and a strong one from the way power seemed to roll off his form. While many mega's reached an excess of height the samurai was compact, barely taller then a rather large human and hardly needing such size to be a threat.
"I however, do not." The Tactimon spoke words sharp and as edged as the massive katana he pulled from it's chained sheath. Driving the blade down aiming to impale Syre right through her core on the end of his sword. There was no compromise for the cat here. Fight or die where the options laid bare before her. A cruel fate indeed, but perhaps a necessary one. Better a quick death at his own hands then drawn out pain and torture at the hands of an enemy.
Cas would forgive him eventually perhaps and Mikemon had been warned of the consequences, but Cloak had agreed all the same.
Chameleon Cape Wears off on Cloak JT-28
Card Name: Chameleon Cape
Type: Modify
Rank: Gold
Duration: 3 Posts
Effect: The target Digimon gains a cloak that allows them to blend into their surroundings, becoming virtually invisible for three turns.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 25, 2018 19:30:34 GMT
... Just where did he come from?!
As Cloak spoke, and the Tactimon simply appeared above her, Syre's gaze briefly widened in surprise - before her expression tightened in focus. Those words were forceful, very clearly giving off the warrior's intent. Unknown to Syre, that was perhaps exactly why that warning was given. After all, it would have been incredibly easy to simply attack Syre from behind...
... But as it was here? Syre managed to collect herself, and with a half-roll, saw that blade sink right into the soft earth in front of her. She grit her teeth, forcing herself right back onto her feet, giving her assailant a small glance.
Before she simply ran for it, abandoning her bag just where it laid. Whatever she was doing before was rendered unimportant, the cat giving the occasional glance over her shoulder to tract the Tactimon.
Damn it... how do I do this... maybe I could blind him?
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Post by Cross on Nov 25, 2018 19:52:03 GMT
"You should never turn your back on an experienced opponent." The Tactimon rumbled out voice dark with threat as he slammed his sword into the ground twice dark twisted screaming figures rising from the depths of the earth their clawed hands reaching out to pull Syre down.Down... Down..... Their limbs constraining her blocking out the light as the armored samurai strode forward. The sound of his metal boots soft against the grass, nearly soundless. The steps of a Mon made to kill. "I fear running is not an option for you child." The Samurai spoke as the Cat would feel cold metal against their chin tilting their face up till their gaze met the Mega's own. "It's a pity really..." The Tactimon drawled out voice dark. "You have such potential, but I can smell greed in your code..." He murmured pulling the sword back for a finally killing strike aiming to spear the tip of the blade straight through the BlackGatomon's throat. "And I hunger~"
-Army of The Damned: Stabs the ground twice with Jatetsufūjin-maru, awakening one hundred dead warriors which lash out grabbing onto up to three enemies with their spectral limbs and dragging them to the earth. Pulling down even airborn opponents as it restrains the enemies movement for one turn. This does not however stop the opponent from attacking or defending, but simply roots them in place. Cooldown three turns.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 25, 2018 20:22:33 GMT
Syre wasn't running, per se - she was just trying to buy space! The cat knew full well that she didn't have a chance of defeating this opponent, so she had to buy time to think, to try and figure something out. His opponent was armored head-to-toe, for one - maybe she could slow down his dominant arm with repeated use of fire? She tensed her right hand, a scimitar, her Saberk of flame appearing, clenched in her palm -
Gah, that didn't matter! Just as that idea solidified, she gave a shriek as an undead hand grasped across her back, the mass of spectral, undead soldiers keeping the cat held tight against the ground. She grit her teeth, as the warrior made his approach - so casually rising her chin with that sword.
"D-damn it..." She tensed herself, racking her mind... and when that sword pulled back? She got a brief idea, desperate as it was, raising her sword to directly challenge Tactimon's. Her own was made of energy, so it wouldn't be a mere clash of his sword cutting through her's: rather, as her sword break, it blew up, a ball of flame somewhat overtaking those grasping, undead warriors... as well as flinging the cat across the hill. She tumbled down, clearly hurt, barely managing to stretch back on all fours.
"Damn... it..."
Syre used Saberk of Flame!
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Post by Cross on Nov 25, 2018 20:48:04 GMT
"I see so you do have some fight in you after all~" The Tactimon growled out one arm coming up to shield his eyes from the blast, the ball of fire freeing Syre, but barely scorching the Mega. Lowing his hand the Samurai swept his gaze over his surroundings letting out a low tsk as he spied the BlackGatomon on all fours fur singed and fluffed up like an angry frightened kitten.
"Though I'm afraid it shan't be enough." He mourned raising his sword high power channeling and crackling from his arm along the length of the blade before he drove it down into the earth three times. The world exploding outward around him, the once green hills becoming scorched and blackened earth, trees and shrubs reduced to nothing, but stumps, and stones to mere crumpled rubble. Leaving the hills looking more like a twisted reflection of the Dark Area then any land upon the main continent.
Syre herself would likely be reduced in kind. Nothing, but ash and dust or at best a burned and half-dead clump of fur and claws that could barely be called a Digimon any longer. For Cloak was growing tired of toying with the girl. He'd always been one for a quick kill and speeches...speeches were exhausting for a Mon who functioned best in silence.
-Siege Breaker: Stabs the ground thrice with Jatetsufūjin-maru, exploding the surrounding land dealing large amounts of damage to any Digimon around it and turning the area into a desolate waste rendering any field advantage or field card currently in use null. Cooldown four turns.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 25, 2018 21:09:03 GMT
This...
This wasn't good. As much as Syre could struggle, there was ultimately little she could do in the presence of a Mega level in her current condition. Tactimon simply left no openings, overwhelming the BlackGatomon at every angle - and it appeared that he simply grew tired of the struggle. Rather than feel the cat at the end of his blade, he decided that simply destroying the area was an acceptable alternative, Syre's eyes opening wide at that cascade of death and destruction.
As she was, she would be overwhelmed in a mere instant. But she felt it: a hot burning feeling rising up in her chest, telling her to dig in, to hold on. Gritting her teeth, her body pulsed with a bright light, just as that wake of destruction washed over her. Within that deathly cloud of dust, it might be difficult to tell -
BANG.
The sound of a bullet roared out over the Plains, aimed square at Tactimon's position. If it hit, the bullet might dent the armor, and ricochet off, but it would be followed by a second: another bullet, this one cloaked in flame, angled to land right on the Tactimon's shoulder.
The smoke would clear - and the mega would be greeted with another sight.
Her breath would have been heavy, if it existed, the ceramic that made up her face already chipped, her eyes focused solely on the Tactimon's position - the right one cloaked in a fierce, red flame.
"Is this what you're after?"
Syre uses 'Fire in the right'! Syre uses her passive, 'Marksman', to fire an extra shot!
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Post by Cross on Nov 26, 2018 2:24:48 GMT
The Tactimon shifted the first bullet simply ricocheting off his armor. The second however took the Mega by surprise the attack piercing an inch into the Samurai's armor as he stumbled back shifting his weight to adjust for the strike. Slowly his golden gaze swept over the battlefield his pupils seeming to narrow into needle width slits as his eyes locked onto the form of the Sistermon Noir.
"Finally~" He sighed out voice rough and low with bloodlust, the scent of smoke and ash filling his nose as something inside him seemed to ease. A tension he hadn't even realized was there releasing at the familiar sight of the destruction around him. The Tactimon for the moment not seeing the now blackened rolling Mainframe hills, but the dark coarse land of the Dark Area. Syre nothing more then another obstacle in his path with the scent of her data lingering like blood in the air.
There was no taunting this time. Simply the snap of a blade as the Tactimon slashed their sword through the air so fast the movement was nothing, but a blur sending five slicing blades of energy launching at Syre. Gone were the taunts. Gone was the acting.
There was only the General now.
At a distance Cas lowered her binoculars and swore.
-Five Sided Fortification: Slashes with the Jatetsufūjin-maru five times, generating five deadly vacuums of force that explode outwards upon contact capable of rendering a single enemy to pieces with great prejudice or being flung at up to five opponents. Cooldown two turns.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 26, 2018 2:43:43 GMT
This new form, unfortunately, was not a familiar one to Syre, the Sistermon moving more-or-less on what felt right. She felt the heat of the pistol on her right hand roll over her new hand, her feet digging cleanly into the torn-apart soil below. Some part of her thought this was just some sort of trial, something that would end when she showed her Ultimate form.
This was not the case - the Tactimon tore straight at her! The gunslinger swore, holding her position as she loaded a single shot into her left pistol, aiming it squarely at the approaching knight. The shot that rang out was much louder than the first two, her piercing shot holding more individual power than her normal bullets.
Past that single shot, all the Sistermon could do was duck down into cover, the lowest slash cleanly cutting into that very same left shoulder as she hunkered down. Despite the pain, she grit her teeth and focused, this time keeping her gaze right on that General across the hills.
She had the advantage at range, even if her level was lower. All she had to do was keep him holed up on that hill - and hope her gunfire attracted help!
Log: Syre uses Piercing Shot! Fire in the Right is still in effect. Piercing Shot: 0/3
Piercing Shot: Loading a special shot into either pistol, Syre lets out one impressively loud shot - one that deals heavy damage, and pierces through shields of the same level that have a cooldown of two or less posts without a reduction in damage, and through higher-power shields with a lower level of power. Three post cooldown.
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Post by Cross on Nov 26, 2018 3:21:00 GMT
"This was a bad idea." Cas growls under her breath swinging her leg over Behemoth as she floors the demonic bike. The metallic monster rearing briefly with a roar before it takes off the Doctor setting her sights on her out of control partner.
Below them the Tactimon's shoulder cannons swung into place with a click the brief swell of power the only hint of what is to come as instead of dodging or blocking Syre's piercing shot...The Mega shot it out of the sky. Releasing a short burst that sheered through the attack going wide over the Sistermon Noir's shoulder and evisecerating the top half of the hill behind her. Leaving nothing, but a scorched crater as the attack imploded. The flash blinding, but the sound and fury was merely a well known song and dance to the General.
One made to distract his opponent while the Tactimon pressed his advantage lunging forward with the intent to grab Syre about the neck and wrench her up off of her feet before slamming her down with spine cracking force into the earth. Pinning her with one of the Mega's gauntlet clad hands about her throat before slamming an armored boot into her stomach as he crouched looking to knock the wind and fight from his prey.
-God Felling Blast: Aims the gun-muzzles on it's back at it's opponent targeting them before firing two piercing blasts that deal massive damage and explode eviscerating everything within a fifty meter radius or may be combined into a single massive prolonged blast that does increased damage the closer the opponent is to Tactimon. With the damage increasing five percent for every one-hundred meters within a kilometer distance the opponent is to the Digimon with Tactimon beginning to take collateral damage from the blast should his opponent be within five-hundred meters or less. Point blank ensuring mutual destruction of both digimon. Cooldown two turns.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 26, 2018 3:38:45 GMT
Outclassed.
Syre's hopes of stalling this out were dashed, by another sheer display of power from the Tactimon. Her bullet was on point, set to collide with the Tactimon's center, but it didn't connect. Heck, it wasn't even dodged: a bigger shot was just let out in response, its intense heat felt as it soared right over the Sistermon's shoulder. The roaring sound that blew out her ears, and that cloud of dirt and dust that settled on the battlefield were no surprise at this point, Syre barely managing to keep his focus on that knight.
Don't look away... focus... focus!
If nothing else, Syre knew how to work under pressure. Tactimon was coming in head-on, after all, and if this gunslinger was going to win, it would have to be at this exact moment. Right when he came into range, the Sistermon's eyes pulsed a deep purple, meeting in direct eye-contact with the Tactimon. It was perfectly timed, her gun raised to land a decisive blow against the demon general's temple -
"Tch!"
What? The Tactimon wasn't even slowed by that effort, his hand reaching right past her guard, plucking the ultimate off her feet! She didn't struggle for breath, but thrown onto the ground, a clear pained expression cut across her face as that boot struck against her. The sound of ceramic started to snap underneath, as the Sistermon grit her teeth, defiantly looking back up at that Tactimon...
Syre attempts Dark Hypnotism - failing against Tactimon's Indomitable Will!Dark Hypnotism
Used at close range, Syre's eyes gain a dark color, and the Sistermon attempts to make eye contact with the enemy. If successful, they find themselves held stiff for a moment - just enough for Syre to either get a point-blank shot in, or give a heavy blow in retaliation. One post cooldown, if successful.
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Post by Cross on Nov 26, 2018 3:51:36 GMT
If anything the attempt at control seemed to infuriate the Tactimon more as he let out a low snarl grinding the heel of his armored boot into Syre's stomach as he stared her down with those two pools of molten gold that made up his eyes his pupils nearly swallowed by their depths. "Die well." The Samurai whispered gloating saved for when his enemy was truly dead and gone as he jerked he sword arm back blade leveled at Syre's core before~
The scream of tires on rocks was his only warning as the Cloak's head snapped up eyes going wide at the sight of red head lights before the front chassis of Behemoth slammed into his side flinging the Mega clear of Syre as he went skidding into the dirt. His sword ripped from his grasp by the force as the Tactimon impacted the ground hard with a startled wheeze.
"Syre. Get on Behemoth." Cas ordered leaping from her perch atop the demonic bike. The metallic monster letting out an irritated rumble at her loss even as the Tactimon came to his feet snarling eyes wide.
"Syre get on the bike now!" The Doctor added snapping out her emphasis as she stepped between the battered Sistermon Noir and her battle made partner.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 26, 2018 3:57:51 GMT
Damn it, what now?
The Sistermon felt herself pinned heavily by the Tactimon's foot, and as much as she racked her brain, she couldn't think of anything. If she had her dad's experience, she might have briefly slipped down to a smaller form to escape that pin, but as it was, all the cat could do was look on up as that blade was leveled...
... Only to be saved by a bike? The weight was lifted from her stomach, Syre's head turning to see the Tactimon crumple over a few yards later. That familiar voice beckoned her with an order. Behemoth? Wait, the bike?
It took her a moment to pry herself up, but Syre did not waste time responding. Pressing both of her fists against the ground, clenched around their weapons, she managed to stagger back into her feet, and hobble over in Behemoth's direction. It was an agonizingly long few seconds, as she would holster both weapons, swing a leg over, and reach up to grasp around both of Behemoth's handles.
Cassandra? Ugh... why are you here...
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Post by Cross on Nov 26, 2018 4:11:11 GMT
"Behemoth take her out of range of his cannon. I'll be along shortly after I've collected my partner." Cas ordered her voice brooking no argument as Syre would feel the bike give a reluctant rumble. Before Behemoth would turn taking off for one of the distant hills with it's passenger. The last sight the Sistermon Noir would have of Cas was the woman's back as she stood amidst the blackened smoke and dust, white Doctors coat snapping in the wind.
Then the Doctor bared her teeth and snarled the noise low and inhuman seeming to cut through the Tactimon's own low rumble like a knife through paper as she took a threatening step forward. Cloak seeming to freeze in place his anger warring with confusion as the Tactimon took a step back at the woman's approach. Then he blinked once. Twice. The pinprick slits of his eyes slowly shifting familiarity softening his gaze.
"Hime..." He whispered hesitantly as Cas let her snarl falter into a soft sigh.
"Cloak." She murmured softly stilling her approach as the Tactimon glanced around taking in the sight of his own handiwork with cold assessing eyes more fearful of his Tamers ire then ashamed of the destruction.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Nov 26, 2018 4:22:40 GMT
P-partner?
Was this a Digimon that Syre knew, one of Cassandra's partners? Ugh, no, she couldn't think of that right now, that was just a distraction: settling herself in Behemoth's seat, Syre let herself be ridden off, gritting her teeth as she tried to stay composed. Just in case, the cat had to keep her tension up. What if this was another trap? What if Cassandra's mysterious organization had it out for her?
Once they pulled into cover, a good few hills away from Cassandra and Tactimon, Behemoth would eventually roll to a stop. After a few moments of silence, she would dismount, and slip down against her newfound cover, simply trying to compose herself. She felt that broken ceramic in her midsection... just how far was that monster willing to take it?
Heck, was Cassandra really okay out there?
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