Roar of the Dragon [Plot Arc 4-XA] Feb 17, 2019 22:45:35 GMT
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 17, 2019 22:45:35 GMT
As if it would be that simple! As the Solarimon joined that ensnaring grip, and gave its own effort to dry and draw the serpent off of the ground, the Megidramon was intent on the exact opposite. His remaining claw reached around, intent on trying to rip one of those wings straight from the god's back like a delicate chicken...
... And were it not for Mae's efforts, that might have come to pass. However, a sharp strike to the back of his head caused the dragon to roar out in pain, taken straight upwards like a linear bolt, streaming right past the Sagittarimon's and Fladramon's respective sight...
Though, that meant little for the situation on the ground. The seed of devastation had already been planted, the Megidramon's energy running rampant through the ground. Deep crevasses of energy boiled up and spilled out into crimson light, entire plates of earth starting to sink into a molten mass of destruction below. Even the ground under Toki's feet began to shift, the Earthen Bastion and the conjured 'Death Crystal' surrounding the intricate statue of Ebonwumon.
"Do what you must. Use some of my data, but I do not wish to sit idly by while those I care about are getting hurt because of this. The Digital World is a place I wish to protect with everything that I am. So please...if you can hear me, give me an answer."
As Toki's words were spoken, he might fear that he would not hear an answer, and for several seconds, the statue did not stir. But as that light of destruction roared out, as the Megidramon was carried off into the sky, Toki would sense it.
First, he would feel it - the sense of a calming power rushing outward from the statue, threatening to quell this radioactive burst all in one motion. Then, he would see it: his own Earthen Bastion springing with life, a harsh ivy overtaking and reinforcing the wall, holding the ground even at Toki's feet firm.
Finally, he would witness it: a grand emerald light spilling out from the statue, steam rising from its body as the magnificent beast's feet began to move, a rocky exterior falling as if it were a century old layer of dust. With the grunt of a beast, the Ebonwumon would raise both of its heads, and cry out with a trumpeting roar, a gentle humid air radiating and cutting through the foul energy. Toki, the last one on the ground, would feel something rush past his ankles.
Water. Pure, clean water ran straight over that ragged ground, the crevasses themselves becoming the structure for waterfalls that poured down to that molten core, a hot steam replacing that ruby light. That moment of purity, lasting about ten seconds or so, gave way to what could only be described as a miracle.
Underbrush. Greenery. Flowers. Vines. Weeds. The very scorched ground below them turned to a loamy, fertile soil, the seeds of life rapidly growing and maturing to a thick layer of plants. Flowers budded and died, smaller plants sprouted and cast their seeds, generation after generation of growth repeated in mere moments, until massive trees started to sprout from those roots, stretching past even the Fladramon's position.
This place - what was a bare minute ago an uninhabitable wasteland - rapidly turned to the purest font of life that any would witness, a thick canopy obscuring the fight above.
The Ebonwumon's cry would recede, the turtle carefully inspecting the ground underneath, before returning its attention towards the Lagosmon, a small nod shared with the desperate spirit.
Solarimon's words rang out with a song of truth, the two carried further up into the sky. The battlefield below had been obscured by the greenery, perhaps hiding Dr. Cross' and the Megidramon's fate from the rest of the group, but even those from the canopy below would hear at least one thing from above. The dragon's fangs sank deep around the Solarimon's shoulder, the dragon's energy coming to a peak as they reached the stratosphere above...
... And with one resounding detonation, a brief flash of crimson light pierced right through the canopy. The Megidramon was rend to data in an instant, the Solarimon left skyward in the center of the most powerful explosion any below would have ever witnessed. Had that gone off in the forest, it was doubtful that there would even be a single root spared from its searing heat.
As it was, the storm of wind below would only last for a few moments...
Ebonwumon uses 'Nature's Origin'.