-Slave to Death- [Bev]

The escort seemed mostly uneventful. Rodgers was about done picking up his samples, he just had to place then in small compartments so they could leave. It was then that a presence rapidly approached them. But it was a familiar one.

A dragon landed several feet away from them, stating it's business. It was Bev.

"I never thought you could assume such a form." the BlackWizardmon said, recognizing her aura. It seemed Garm was here too. And something else, he didn't know this other aura.

Majin was curious as to who it was, but taking hints from the conversation, he assumed it was a friendly. This dragon though... It looked powerful. For all he knew, they were probably one of the most powerful in the Digital World. Was this dragon as powerful? Perhaps even more so?

"Fancy meeting you here... Uh...." Majin started, still unsure who it was.

"Bev. It's Beverly." Shadow added. Majin looked down at him, then shifted his gaze at her. So that was her? It seemed like a radical change from her usual self.

"I'm done, you see I AM that great, I made the whole thing more effective with some swift calculations." the ChibiMachinedramon started boasting. Majin took out his digivice and opened a portal for the scientist. He seemed a bit upset, seeing this as a way to shut him up, but he still jumped in. He had work to do for these buffoons.

Majin thought for a bit. "Well, since we're here..." Majin said out loud, tapping a few buttons on his digivice, as it pulsated with a black light.

"Let's have some fun." he said, as Shadow turned into black lightning, quickly arcing up and slamming into the human's frame.

Near-instantly, wings ripped from his back, extending outwards as the Biomerge syphoned data from his home turf; the Dark Area. Once it was done, a demon god stood in the pair's place; Azramon.

He smirked.

"I've never seen the full extent of your powers. Throw everything you've got at me, let's see what you got."

Azramon smirked as he assumed a aggressive stance.

"Intimidate? I just see a bigger target!" the demon responded, his body breaking down into multiple shadows as the staff went through harmlessly. The shadows moved about wildly immediately after, ultimately regathering a bit above Beverly, several feet away in case she intended to use her staff a second time.

Extending his wings, the super mega gathered energy - a low hum could be heard as said energy reached a critical point, and a flurry of crimson beams rained down from every feather and every draconian-like wing tip the demon had.

This wasn't any ordinary distraction technique or whatever you might call it. The demon unleashed a sizable amount of energy into the attack, confident the 30 foot tall Super Mega would not be swift enough to dodge the majority of it.

Azramon growled as he watched Beverly fly away from the beams. Despite this, the barrage made its way down to the ground below, setting off a chain of explosions below them. Thankfully, not a lot of Digimon lived in this area, and there was virtually no power policing it either. No one would show up and interrupt them.

"A true warrior acknowledges his opponents strengths. I am impressed with your speed, Beverly." the demon said, as he floated in between three forming clouds and a circling Beverly.

"I assure you, I got a few tricks up my sleeve as well." Azramon added, as he crossed his arms and shadowy tendrils slithered all over around him. He had no idea how this clouds would affect him, so he had to play the defensive now. The shadows spun rapidly around him, forming a veil of protection. It wasn't until the clouds exploded that the spinning shadows conglomerated into a solid sphere, shielding Azramon from the explosion and due to the ricochet effect, the gas as well.

The black sphere crashed into the ground below, creating a crater from the sheer force of the attack. To tell the truth, he had not expected this. Beverly seemed less of a fighter compared to him, but she had proved him otherwise. She was an equal, regardless if she seemed to favor pacifism a bit more.

The shadows retracted, revealing Azramon to be relatively unharmed. The super mega raised a hand, as energy manifested over it. Six black orbs formed, spinning rapidly in a circle.

"I've never used this before, Beverly. Let's see what you got." the demon said, smirking. "Negación! he said in Spanish, as the spheres shot out in different directions around them. Once small, the orbs would rapidly take in energy from the environment, near-instantly growing huge until they covered a circle of around 100 feet.

Now Azramon wasn't sure if she would stick around for that to happen, or if she would even be quick enough to avoid being in it's area of effect. But if she remained here, this would definitely be a whole new kind of fight for her.

If she did, she would suddenly find herself alone, blind and mute... Then she would see again - runes covering the rounded walls of the sphere.... But the sphere would prove to be pretty resilient.

A voice boomed around Beverly.

"Impressive, right? With this technique, my shadow powers are near-infinite." Azramon said, of course lying. His powers were indeed nearly-infinite within the orb, but they were also quasi-real. If she somehow realized they were not real, the illusions would lose power and be almost useless. For now, though, they held vast potential.

Black, eastern-like dragons erupted from the walls of the orb, near her. They intended to circle around her, eventually twisting so much as to bind her in them. Like vines wrapping around a tree.

Meanwhile, Azramon showed up next to the wall that she was flying towards. He smirked, raising a hand up in the air. He was currently wingless. A shadow crawled around his arm, soon becoming a gun. It multiplied itself, creating one, two, three, four, five, six... Until there were twenty guns pointing forward. He wasted no time in unleashing a flurry of shots at her.

In reality, Azramon floated at the bottom of the orb, leaving his shadow illusions to do the work.

She was blinded by the sphere's effects. Even if her staff did light up, would she be able to see it? Azramon grinned; if she wanted to see it, then he would 'allow' it.

But it was different. It started shining as brightly as usual, but then continued shining ever more brightly. Perhaps too brightly. She would potentially find herself even more disabled with this source of 'light'.

As this happened, countless amounts of black web shot out from the walls, spreading around the whole sphere, threatening to bind her up.

The shadow Azramon just floated at the opposite side silently. He lifted his arm, and shadows gathered around it, forming a katana on his hand. He gripped it tightly with both hands, holding it in front of him... And chains appeared around the sword's edge, the blade roared to life with a noise similar to a chainsaw.

"Oh I love this." he said, as he floated towards her. Shadows gathered around him, increasing his size until he equaled her. When he was close enough, he swung his chainsaw katana down at her.

The chainsaw katana met resistance in the form of two spears. Sparks flew all over as the revolving chains clashed with the opposition. But Beverly looked odd. She smirked, even. Had she realized it was all a ruse?

But how? The illusion kept on charging her, but losing power steadily. She would feel the opposing weight lessen.

He had not gone too far beyond his own capabilities. Crafting a weapon from his own shadows was easily possible. Growing larger by raising a construct around himself was possible, as well. He thought for a bit, on the lower part of the sphere.

The illusion smirked, before shattering away. Perhaps the light on her staff had given it away. He had done well in his own illusions, but had perhaps gone too far with manipulating one of her own abilities. Yes, it was clear now. The demon growled, it seemed his fun was over.

The whole sphere started shattering apart like black glass, revealing the real world. That was a bummer, despite what little damage the whole thing had inflicted on her.

She wouldn't be able to rejoice for too long, however. The shadows slithering behind Azramon tensed up like coils, to then suddenly shoot out towards her at impressive speeds, intent on either impaling with their tips, or slashing with their serrated sides. Of course, he wouldn't aim for her head or something. This was a spar, not a death match.