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Post by DracNos on Sept 23, 2017 22:13:58 GMT
DracNos meandered about, virtually aimlessly, as he peered at his surroundings. He had reentered the digital world, as the Human World had started to lose it’s novelty, parties, street fights, just messing with people, none of it really appealed to him anymore. He thought that, maybe, the digital world could provide some stimulation, as it was at least exciting for him, when he was but an in-training level, trying to reach the human world. He needed… Something. What it was, he couldn’t be sure, but regardless, he scattered himself among the destroyed landscape, in his bat form, looking for… Well, he wasn’t quite sure himself, but whatever it was, he was indeed searching for it. He scanned the area, resolutely, for a few hours, as he had nothing better to do, so wasting time was all he really did, until he discovered something new.
A relatively large digimon, about 20 feet tall, with three short horns, four legs, two arms and two massive swords at either side. DracNos reassembled himself in a nearby tree, observing the ultimate level, with both of his eyes. His smile broadened, as he saw that Vajramon tensed up, as if he realized he was being watched. DracNos simply decided that he was done watching, before he transformed, digivolving to his ultimate form, Matadormon, and lunging towards Vajramon, who, with surprising speed, drew his blade, and parried the kick, forcing Matadormon to leap back, and land in an unnatural, but well-balanced position, like a piece of modern "art". Vajramon turned, to face his opponent, he spoke no words, he just drew his other sword, and stood, in place, his two massive swords in each hand their edges almost touching the ground, he didn’t need a reason, for the time being, all that mattered was he was under attack. Hardly anything new for him, and this warrior seemed just as sleazy as the last.
Matadormon tilted his head, at the scathing look he received, but shrugged it off, this guy was just a bit angry, maybe he disturbed a calm walk for him, “Ah, sorry, is this a bad time?” He asked, casually, before ducking a lightning-fast dual swipe, balancing on his ten blades, which had extended at an impressive speed, as well, folding in half, as Vajramon stampeded past. He kicked himself upright, as Vajramon slammed his right blade into the ground, leaping and pivoting around his anchored blade, and landing, and firing a horizontal sword slash towards his opponent, aiming to cleave the stranger in two, leading him to jump up, springing into the air, the two were past spoken words at this point, communicating with their blades would work much better, anyways, this silent agreement between the two led them to become. Speaking of blades, Matadormon, while still airborne spun mid-air, shouting “Thousand Arrow!” launching a volley of blades towards Vajramon, who crossed the flats of his blades, saying “Judgement Shield.”, before he turned them, clashing the blade edges together, resulting in a burst of electricity, resulting in a crackling energy shield, blasting aside the rain of blades. The lean and flexible foe landed, whipping his arms to each side, drawing more blades, as the bulky and resolute defender crossed his arms, preparing to strike, before he clashed his swords together, firing a mighty thunderbolt towards his opponent, yelling “Exalted Blade!”.
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Post by DracNos on Oct 26, 2017 6:11:32 GMT
Matadormon spun in place, yelling bombastically, “Burrudoggu!”, as he pivoted once, at top speed, spawning a small, stationary tornado, surrounding himself. The thunderbolt clashed against the shredding winds, for a moment, until it pierced through, forcing Matadormon to jump, and dodge the attack, Vajramon was hot on the pursuit, leaping after Matadormon, his horns glowing, “Divine Horn!” He shouted, as he attempted to ram into the airborne foe.
This played into Matadormon’s favor, however, as he spun mid-air, before dropping his special attack, “ButterflyBreakingTrumpetKick!” He said, very quickly, so he could finish saying it by the time Vajramon approached, so he slammed his foot down onto the extra-bull-minotaur, causing a shockwave that shook the singular tree nearby, that DracNos had emerged from earlier. A bit further from that was a small group of Gazimon, who stiffened, and braced themselves against the ground, from the shockwave, before fleeing the scene. Meanwhile, Matadormon was overpowering Vajramon, his downward kick displaying monstrous force, which drove Vajramon straight into the ground. Matadormon pushed forward, standing on Vajramon's head almost as if he was riding a board, until he jumped off, and landed, balancing on one foot, as he carried himself with the momentum, by tracing a semicircle in the ground, before stamping down, flapping his blades out, like a fan, once again, while Vajramon was sent, blasting through the dirt, into a boulder. The boulder cracked and fell apart, and all was still, for a moment. A bulky arm jutted from the ground, yet again, jabbing the massive blade into the ground, as Vajramon rose, snorting in frustration.
He underestimated his opponent, and that made him angry. He stamped his hoof, and stuck is blades into the ground, pushing himself up, causing him to rear back, on his hind legs, as he took his swords with him, aiming them skyward, “Terra Blade!” he yelled, slamming his blades down, the strike cleaving straight through the ground, towards Matadormon, who spun to dodge, but Vajramon had closed the distance virtually instantly, swinging his twin blades, both of them, to Matadormon’s right, as he spun, realizing too late, and trying to get some guard up, as he had no real mid-air maneuvers, and the attack was aimed at the base of his body, so he couldn’t bend his way out of it.
The robed warrior was sent flying, bouncing and tumbling through the ground, his shattered blades clattering around him. He had raised his blades at the last possible moment, and avoided being cleaved in two. That was what sent him flying. He stuck out his arm, flipping to his feet, and making him skid on the ground, digging his feet approximately ten feet in the ground, and 30 feet further back. He flapped his arms out, dropping the remains of his blades, immediately replacing them. His foe stood, and flourished his blades out to either side, while stamping the ground with his front right foot. Something about his foe led him to launch a blow his opponent could survive, just now, he could have ended this battle here and now, but his foe was… Different, his blows were light, as if he saw this as a sparring match of some sort.
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Post by DracNos on Jan 26, 2018 2:27:13 GMT
“This 'mon…” he thought, to himself, “Does he want to fight, or not…?” He crouched low, and charged, with the force and thunderous noise of a stampede, as he challenged his foe to a traditional swords battle, no electric abilities or wind attacks, just their blades and ability. Vajramon posed a question, with his first slash, a downwards, diagonal one with his left, as though the blades were asking if Matadormon truly thought he could defeat him, by applying pressure and wearing an expression that was clearly meant as a challenge, and DracNos simply responded by dismissing the question, rotating his body, while balancing on one leg, and knocking the blade, and the question aside. Vajramon pursued the point, asking if there was something grand behind everything, by driving his right blade through the ground, before striking upwards, tossing earth aside, to which Matadormon responded firmly by flipping and slamming his heel into the incoming slash, nullifying the blow and indicating a firm negative. “This is going nowhere.” Vajramon muttered, “I don’t have time for this.” he snorted, he was ending this battle, one way or another.
Vajramon reared into the air, spinning his blades in his grip, before plunging them into the ground, "Terra Breaker!" He roared, generating a massive area of effect, where the ground surged with electric power, the swords battle was over, and was a meaningless venture, it seemed. Matadormon leaped into the air, to evade such an attack, but Vajramon was immediately airborne, catching his opponent, and swinging both blades downwards, "Terra Blade!" He yelled, splitting his foe down the center. His eyes widened, as for a moment he believed he had accidentally finished this before interrogating him. This was before he realized that what he had just attacked was a broomstick with branches sticking out at either side, and wearing the same clothes as his foe, which lead to the confusion in the first place.
He glanced around, losing track of his target, before the remains of the dummy were torn apart, as Matadormon lunged through it, before flipping and slamming a heel kick at his foe. Vajramon raised his blades just in time, leading him to block the attack, but it still sent him flying downwards, into the ground. He managed to land on his hooves, but the impact dug his feet into the ground, as Matadormon landed smoothly in front of him, pivoting on his arm, and aiming a diagonal heel kick at his foe, who swung his blade at the foot, in response. The two refused to budge, as Matadormon spun repeatedly, striking at his foe with a mix of heel and roundhouse kicks, alternating the directions of his strikes repeatedly, and Vajramon swung his blades around like a madman, although each strike was aimed to parry Matadormon's next kick. Eventually, DracNos finished his Deadly Dance with a surprise flip-kick, this time parrying Vajramon's next parry, striking him in the wrist and sending his blade flying away. Vajramon staggered, as Matadormon flapped his blades out to the side, "I can't... I won't lose here!" Vajramon thought to himself, as time seemed to slow down, and adrenaline filled his veins.
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Post by DracNos on Mar 5, 2018 19:32:28 GMT
With little more than his own sheer defiance, (And his four-legged balance), Vajramon stamped down, forcing his balance to return, while Matadormon charged, with ludicrous speed, and turning his blades towards his foe, obviously intending a finishing blow. Vajramon lunged forward, with his thunderous fury, electricity sparking in his eyes as he launched his bare palm at his foe. The impact roared throughout the plains, as Vajramon's palm dug into his spindly foe's chest, while Matadormon's blades quivered with electricity, inches from Vajramon's face, Before Matadormon was blasted back, tumbling limply on the ground, like a ragdoll. By the time he had stopped, Vajramon had already retrieved his blade and aimed it down at his foe's paralyzed form.
"..." Vajramon sat there, even now unsure of what to make of his foe, "...What?" Matadormon asked, using his minimal strength to turn and look at his foe, "You won. Congratulations." He said, sitting there, no sign of even attempting to resist. "What are you...?" Vajramon asked, hesitantly, as he still pointed at his downed foe, "Just a bored vagabundo, and you beat me." He repeated, firmly confirming his foe's victory. Vajramon snorted, resolving himself, "Who sent you?" He demanded, to which the Nightmare Soldier tilted his head, slightly, "Sent me?" He implored Vajramon to continue, in a concerning casual manner. "To kill me. Who sent you after me?" He repeated, sticking to his guns, but faltering when his opponent performed a paralyzed shrug, "I did, I guess. You looked like a valiant warrior, so I wanted to fight you. Sorry, but I just used you to entertain myself." The bulldog dancer apologized, while simultaneously complimenting his foe.
Vajramon refused to believe it, it couldn't be that simple, but then again... He heard of the tendencies of Matadormon digimon, "So you just wanted to feed on me?" He asked, as Matadormon again performed the limited shrug that was within his power, "Not really, I was just very bored." Vajramon sat there, no assassin would give such a simple answer, and he finally understood everything about the fight he just had.
He had first thought his foe might have been enslaved into fighting or something along those lines, but now he found he was much closer to this creature than he anticipated. Now, he saw himself in this being. A wandering warrior, without purpose, and searching for simple indulgence in combat with passersby. In hindsight, this foe of his seemed genuinely pitiful, with nothing more than the base instincts to fight.
"..." Vajramon fell silent, once more, as his foe sat there, "... What?" "I was once like you." He said, dropping his blade to the ground, piercing into the dirt, calmly. "Huh?" "A wandering warrior, with no purpose. You are like me." He repeated, while matadormon noticed just how much the two of them were repeating what they were saying, it was kind of awkward. "I'll need you to be more specific, gran chico" Vajramon simply chuckled, "I am part of a band of wandering swordsmen. We fight for those who can't for themselves, consider us a mercenary group, of sorts. I could probably get you into it, and you could fight many more foes than the occasional wanderer." Vajramon explained, now sure that his foe won't fight back, but he kept holding onto his swords, just in case, as his Thunder Palm's paralyses ended, and the spindly figure stood, rotating his shoulders, and staring at the offer before him. Vajramon still held the stern face from before, as DracNos pondered the idea.
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