The Corrupted Seer [Plot - 0/1]
Feb 22, 2018 5:41:33 GMT
Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2018 5:41:33 GMT
He wanted to argue with her, wanted to tell her that he couldn't just leave her here. But what could he do? When she couldn't even deal with the pair of those creatures in her mega form.
He was cut off in such a way that made the renamon cough in pain, trying to draw breath with the plaque that was across her chest. The plaque that was burning her leg. The renamon tried her best to draw out a Saberk but the form was so hazy and it didn't even stay for a few moments despite her best effort.
She was unable to do too much in a situation like this and the renamon watch the weregarurumon flee. She'd turn her head towards the reppamon a scowl on her face and a growl breaking through her lips. She wanted to resist; she wanted to still fight and give them a run for their money but at this point she couldn't even stand up.
She was an easy target, being largerly unable to move with the sheer amount of injuries she sustained. She was pinned down by that pounce and just as quickly she felt those fangs poke at her neck. There was a labored response as she tried to push the reppamon off of her; though it was much weaker than anything her other forms would of been able to manage.
There was that hesitation that she saw, but she didn't know what to do with it. Was it because they were enemies? Or was it the digimon deeper in? The renamon shifted slightly and tried once more to push them off of her.
"It's not you... But that doesn't really matter, it just panned out this way..."
The renamon could feel her energy draining fast, if she was to do anything at all it would be to resist right? But no. She just sat there, with the fangs of this reppamon on her neck. Hand pushing barely against the creature's 'chest'.
"Tears ill befit a creature's intent to kill.... but it shows you're not totally gone yet..."
He was cut off in such a way that made the renamon cough in pain, trying to draw breath with the plaque that was across her chest. The plaque that was burning her leg. The renamon tried her best to draw out a Saberk but the form was so hazy and it didn't even stay for a few moments despite her best effort.
She was unable to do too much in a situation like this and the renamon watch the weregarurumon flee. She'd turn her head towards the reppamon a scowl on her face and a growl breaking through her lips. She wanted to resist; she wanted to still fight and give them a run for their money but at this point she couldn't even stand up.
She was an easy target, being largerly unable to move with the sheer amount of injuries she sustained. She was pinned down by that pounce and just as quickly she felt those fangs poke at her neck. There was a labored response as she tried to push the reppamon off of her; though it was much weaker than anything her other forms would of been able to manage.
There was that hesitation that she saw, but she didn't know what to do with it. Was it because they were enemies? Or was it the digimon deeper in? The renamon shifted slightly and tried once more to push them off of her.
"It's not you... But that doesn't really matter, it just panned out this way..."
The renamon could feel her energy draining fast, if she was to do anything at all it would be to resist right? But no. She just sat there, with the fangs of this reppamon on her neck. Hand pushing barely against the creature's 'chest'.
"Tears ill befit a creature's intent to kill.... but it shows you're not totally gone yet..."