Burning Determination! [Fraction Hunt]
Dec 14, 2015 23:25:18 GMT
Post by Scout Evans on Dec 14, 2015 23:25:18 GMT
“Well, I suppose this is the where I'd expect to find a Spirit of Fire, yes,” BlackAgumon comments with a snort, looking around. They'd walked across the burning hot sands for only a few hours, but were relieved when they saw a cavern in the side of a rock-face. Even better, Scout's D-Scanner was leading them right to it! Downside was, it's just as hot inside. Maybe even hotter. And Scout was going through the water bottles he'd brought at a rapid pace. They didn't have long. “Are you alright?”
Scout nods, “Yeah. We've gotta see this through, B,” His overly-joyful mood had dropped off a few miles of scorched landscape ago. But he was still determined! He gives his satchel a tug, pulling the strap into a more comfortable position, and continues on, into the boiling tunnels. “I don't think it's too much further ahead,”
BlackAgumon sniffs the air as they progress, and gives a small growl, “Either way, we're not alone. Be on your guard, Kid,” He's glad he can at least fight here, in the Digital World, but wishes he could digivolve further. Get stronger. Scout's got a lot of potential, but the kid doesn't seem like much of a fighter. And frankly, he doesn't like combat at all anyway.
Three of them emerge ahead of the pair. Bipedal, five foot tall dinosaurs. Two are red with black stripes, one is black with red stripes. It takes Agumon a moment or two to analyze them. Guilmon and BlackGuilmon. None of them look particularly friendly. Oh, Scout's moving up to talk. This should be interesting...
“Hi! My name's Scout, and this is BlackAgumon. I hope we're not trespassing here!” Scout offers a smile, keeping his hands where they can see them. The apparent leader, BlackGuilmon, gives a very reptilian hiss, “What is it you want here, human? Speak quickly before I lose my patience,” Scout blinks, “Oh, I'm sorry. Uh. We're here seeking a Spirit. Like a...totem. It might be a carving, or an icon, o--”
“Yes. I know what the thing that you seek is,” The two red ones begin to circle around as their leader continues to speak, “why do you wish it?” BlackAgumon moves to stand back-to-back with Scout, eyes locked on the pair that are moving to cut off their exit. Great.
“Oh. Well, it's because I already have a Spirit of Fire, and I think I'm meant to collect this one too,” He pulls out his D-Scanner, bringing up the Sprite of Fire on the screen. Oh, Scout. So trusting. BlackGuilmon gets a hungry look in his eyes, “Really, now? Well. That changes everything,”
BlackAgumon is, fortunately, fast enough to shove Scout to the ground as the three all launch fireballs towards the teen's head. His elbow might be scraped up, but at least his skull is still in-tact. “Pepper Breath!” A blast of purple fire is launched from BlackAgumon's mouth, knocking one of the Guilmon aside, and dazing it, “Kid, go get the Spirit! I'll hold these losers off,”
The pair exchange a look, before Scout makes a break for it, his natural athleticism and gymnastics training allowing him to dodge one or two attack as he scampers past BlackGuilmon. Up some stairs carved into the rocks, and into a small chamber. Inside is, conveniently, exactly what they came here looking for. A small totem sitting on a shelf. It resembles a red witch's hat, with goggles around the brim.
It comes off, easily enough, and sits in Scout's hand, radiating warmth. He sh—wait, that sound. BlackAgumon! He starts to run back, to help his friend, but skids to a stop at the top of the stairs. BlackAgumon has been knocked down, and dealt enough damage to return him to his In-Training form. Scout's hands ball into fists, as he feels his temper rear its ugly head, a rarity into itself. The totem digs into his flesh, beginning to shine with light.
“Digivolve to,” He shrinks ever so slightly, maintaining his humanoid form, clothing changing to red and orange with a flame pattern. Boots, pants, a long jacket, and a hat shaped like fire. Cute. A large matchstick materializes in his hand, some kind of weapon apparently, “FlaWizarmon,” Whoa. That voice. Like he's been smoking sixty a day for ten years.
The three Guilmon are aware of what's happening as soon as light from his digivolution begins to shine through their cave. They start towards him, but don't make it too far. Right. Fighting time. “Pyrush!” Scout transforms into a ball of fire, rushing across the cave and slamming into the two regular Guilmon, knocking the pair into a wall. “Whoa.”
“Virus Breath,” BlackGuilmon emits a noxious stream of green energy from his mouth, right towards poor Scout! “Magic Circle!” As glyphs and symbols appear beneath him, a wall of fire leaps up to intercept the blast, leaving the Spirit User unharmed. BlackGuilmon looks...concerned. “Magic Ignition!”
The fireball knocks BlackGuilmon into his subordinates, leaving the trio in a writhing pile as they try to get back to their feet. Scout spins the matchstick above his head, “Ready?” He grimaces, “Fire Cloud!” A literal burning cloud appears above him, hovering in place for a few moments, before seperating into a trio of fireballs, that go whistling towards his opponents.
There's nothing left of them after the explosion, but Scout is confident they'll reformat somewhere. He rushes over to BlackKoromon and scoops his friend up, “Huh. Nice look,” The weakened In-Training Digimon snorts, “S-suits you,”
“Don't try to speak too much. I'm gonna get us back home, just hold on,” Clutching the little Digimon to his chest, he transforms back into a fireball, and leaves the cave. Mission successful, but he can't help but lament what he had to do here. Still. It was necessary. Right?
Scout nods, “Yeah. We've gotta see this through, B,” His overly-joyful mood had dropped off a few miles of scorched landscape ago. But he was still determined! He gives his satchel a tug, pulling the strap into a more comfortable position, and continues on, into the boiling tunnels. “I don't think it's too much further ahead,”
BlackAgumon sniffs the air as they progress, and gives a small growl, “Either way, we're not alone. Be on your guard, Kid,” He's glad he can at least fight here, in the Digital World, but wishes he could digivolve further. Get stronger. Scout's got a lot of potential, but the kid doesn't seem like much of a fighter. And frankly, he doesn't like combat at all anyway.
Three of them emerge ahead of the pair. Bipedal, five foot tall dinosaurs. Two are red with black stripes, one is black with red stripes. It takes Agumon a moment or two to analyze them. Guilmon and BlackGuilmon. None of them look particularly friendly. Oh, Scout's moving up to talk. This should be interesting...
“Hi! My name's Scout, and this is BlackAgumon. I hope we're not trespassing here!” Scout offers a smile, keeping his hands where they can see them. The apparent leader, BlackGuilmon, gives a very reptilian hiss, “What is it you want here, human? Speak quickly before I lose my patience,” Scout blinks, “Oh, I'm sorry. Uh. We're here seeking a Spirit. Like a...totem. It might be a carving, or an icon, o--”
“Yes. I know what the thing that you seek is,” The two red ones begin to circle around as their leader continues to speak, “why do you wish it?” BlackAgumon moves to stand back-to-back with Scout, eyes locked on the pair that are moving to cut off their exit. Great.
“Oh. Well, it's because I already have a Spirit of Fire, and I think I'm meant to collect this one too,” He pulls out his D-Scanner, bringing up the Sprite of Fire on the screen. Oh, Scout. So trusting. BlackGuilmon gets a hungry look in his eyes, “Really, now? Well. That changes everything,”
BlackAgumon is, fortunately, fast enough to shove Scout to the ground as the three all launch fireballs towards the teen's head. His elbow might be scraped up, but at least his skull is still in-tact. “Pepper Breath!” A blast of purple fire is launched from BlackAgumon's mouth, knocking one of the Guilmon aside, and dazing it, “Kid, go get the Spirit! I'll hold these losers off,”
The pair exchange a look, before Scout makes a break for it, his natural athleticism and gymnastics training allowing him to dodge one or two attack as he scampers past BlackGuilmon. Up some stairs carved into the rocks, and into a small chamber. Inside is, conveniently, exactly what they came here looking for. A small totem sitting on a shelf. It resembles a red witch's hat, with goggles around the brim.
It comes off, easily enough, and sits in Scout's hand, radiating warmth. He sh—wait, that sound. BlackAgumon! He starts to run back, to help his friend, but skids to a stop at the top of the stairs. BlackAgumon has been knocked down, and dealt enough damage to return him to his In-Training form. Scout's hands ball into fists, as he feels his temper rear its ugly head, a rarity into itself. The totem digs into his flesh, beginning to shine with light.
“Digivolve to,” He shrinks ever so slightly, maintaining his humanoid form, clothing changing to red and orange with a flame pattern. Boots, pants, a long jacket, and a hat shaped like fire. Cute. A large matchstick materializes in his hand, some kind of weapon apparently, “FlaWizarmon,” Whoa. That voice. Like he's been smoking sixty a day for ten years.
The three Guilmon are aware of what's happening as soon as light from his digivolution begins to shine through their cave. They start towards him, but don't make it too far. Right. Fighting time. “Pyrush!” Scout transforms into a ball of fire, rushing across the cave and slamming into the two regular Guilmon, knocking the pair into a wall. “Whoa.”
“Virus Breath,” BlackGuilmon emits a noxious stream of green energy from his mouth, right towards poor Scout! “Magic Circle!” As glyphs and symbols appear beneath him, a wall of fire leaps up to intercept the blast, leaving the Spirit User unharmed. BlackGuilmon looks...concerned. “Magic Ignition!”
The fireball knocks BlackGuilmon into his subordinates, leaving the trio in a writhing pile as they try to get back to their feet. Scout spins the matchstick above his head, “Ready?” He grimaces, “Fire Cloud!” A literal burning cloud appears above him, hovering in place for a few moments, before seperating into a trio of fireballs, that go whistling towards his opponents.
There's nothing left of them after the explosion, but Scout is confident they'll reformat somewhere. He rushes over to BlackKoromon and scoops his friend up, “Huh. Nice look,” The weakened In-Training Digimon snorts, “S-suits you,”
“Don't try to speak too much. I'm gonna get us back home, just hold on,” Clutching the little Digimon to his chest, he transforms back into a fireball, and leaves the cave. Mission successful, but he can't help but lament what he had to do here. Still. It was necessary. Right?
