Every Train Leads to Rome [Carrie/Open?]

Gotsumon took out the digivice and waved it tauntingly. "You want to fight a digimon? Fine! S-Spirit to S-spirit and I will win!" Within a brief flash, the digimon replaced the human's form and pocketed the digivice once more. "Carrie cries at night, she cries about how terrible her school work is, about how much of a terrible digimon and partner I am, about how much the world is unfair! I have to sit there and play therapist for HOURS every night!"

She turned to Cion. "Alright, Cion, have it your way." She said his name like one would say the name of an ex-wife or that annoying kid at school. "But know this Amelie, she's been even worse since she met you, because now she's thinking about you a lot more than usual. Her grades are dropping and her parents are getting worried about her, because now her mind and her voices all begin thinking about you..."

"Now digivolve and fight, show me what kind of freaks you have on your leash."
Carrie begins crying in Gotsumon's head. The digimon strikes her skull and laughs. "You can't break my rocks! You don't have the stones!"

*Gotsumon, please, stop! There's still time to go back!*
"Shut up Carrie!"
*This isn't right, we-* And Gotsumon ignored her. The digimon fell oddly silent as she stared down her opponent, all the memories of her battles filling her (and Carrie's?) head. One on one was never her strong suit, she was better with crowd control and large-level assaults. She'd need to focus.

Although not truly part of this silly clash the spirit of Carrie and Amy were having, she too got involved for several reasons despite being mostly ignored. Above all was her obligation as an ancient sentinel to assure peace and civilness among people of society - then came protecting others from the vile clutches of fiendish despots and savages. Unfortunately, it was difficult to classify this situation since the Gotsumon was... neither civilized nor powerful enough to pose a threat to anyone but its wielder. Yet as an exemplary member of PROFIT, adaptability had to be a main skill of her.

Cion sighed, accepting the chaotic digimon's quarterhearted apology for the mere fact that it complied with her disposition. Shaking her head, the Arniomon calmly came to terms with her role as referee of this conflict, listening to the continued contest of words the two enemies were having. Eventually, Amelie took up the mantle of her specter within, wishing nothing less but to put that of her friend into its place - an understandable impetus. However, to the silver fennec's shocking surprise, the unknown entity called Siftermon did so without consideration of the environment they were in.

Her eyes widening, Cion did the only thing that was right as an active conciliator - she intervened before the circumstances escalated. Just as the tiny warden saw the projectile of fire manifesting inside her palm, it was with nearly the speed of sound that she leap towards Amy, or whatever was left of her. As the fiery beam got launched at the Gotsumon, the Arniomon showed one of her palms and blocked the attack after it had traveled barely an inch. Fading into amber sparks, the good-natured fox bore a translucent barrier around her frame which had easily nullified the ability.

Mighty... but nowhere near the peak of the spirit-wielder's potential strength. Stages of digivolution seperated them still, which made her task of being a ref simple.

Gracefully landing on the paws of her hind legs, Cion cleared her throat and silently motioned everyone to take a second to consider their surroundings. A Trailmon, many stranded passengers... not an optimal spot for a duel. Briefly looking with disappointed at Amelie for letting herself be controlled by her passion turned dander, the time had nonetheless come to determine the rules.

"You will not fight in the presence of innocent bystanders. As the chosen referee and a general protector, this rule is declared absolute and permanent. Hence you will only battle in the arena I designate. Fail to comply and I will end your struggle in an instant and without demureness." The restrained mercenary stated, leaving no room for possible objections. Giving both participants a dunning look, she nodded and slowly took her first steps towards a distant location with smooth terrain and no sign of life in sight. "Understood? Then please follow me."

Now there were two options for the rivals to take. Either they adhered to her authority and desire for goodwill and could proceed with their clash under agreeable conditions - or they did not which would demand her intervention. The call to make was theirs, but the Arniomon would not allow the harm of innocent people to occur.

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- Kismet Blessing: Protects from grave wounds and grants brief immunity to the next negative effect

That, undoubtedly, had been quite the showstopper. Yeah, sure; Amelie hadn't had into account the innocent lives around her and the possible collateral damage, yet still found Cion's intervention... meddlesome, so to say. The faster she could wreck Gotsumon, the the quicker she'd learn that her place wasn't at the top of the world, constantly disrespecting others. Not to say, the element of surprise was ruined. Oh well, no point in crying over spilled pink.

Instantly, the digimon devolved back to its human form, the brunette nodding once towards Cion, and following her without asking further questions. She had felt the power that she could brandish; simply overwhelming, and that was exciting in its own way. Was this the most powerful being that she had met, and almost by chance? Definitely an interesting development. It piqued her curiosity, but Amy would leave the questions for later.

Where were they going, anyway? It wasn't like they could find a place completely devoid of digital and wildlife.

"...Capitulation? Derision?" Gotsumon looked at Arnimon with great confusion. "You're making words up, that's not fair!" She stood at a distance from Amy, frowning. The enemy's power was incredible, her defensive plays would end with her being hardened to diamond if she continued with them. Mind games were out since he wanted "civility", and all the swamplands around them made Earthshaker unpredictable... which meant the same thing to her opponent. A plan formed in her head, taking in all of her surroundings. Lots of mud, a few plants, and her enemy.

She stood determined as her feet and legs began sinking into the mud, rolling a flat stone in her left hand, taken from her lower spine. The second he said go, she started with her opening move. "EARTH SHAKER!" All the mud surrounding them jiggled violently like a large bowl of chocolate pudding. Then, she fell backwards into the vibrating sludge, letting her body sink to the bottom in the tremors. To the naked eye, it looked like she was gone.

"No I didn't, just... urgh... accept when someone gives up and keep quiet, will ya?" She asked rhetorically for she did not tolerate any other response than consent. Slightly annoyed due to having lowered her standard of vocabulary for the sake of the Gotsumon, Cion sighed and composed herself again. After all, she had to maintain her focus now that she was the referee of the spirit's and Amy's clash.

Hence there was no reason for her to speak up or do anything as long as her intervention was not required. So she stood there, watching silently as the keeper of peace she was.

Gotsumon would find herself on the receiving end of some tough luck; aiming... aimlessly wasn't going to bring her anywhere. Siftermon found herself observing the rookie's movements, trying to measure the likely movements. Swiftly, she began to close the gap between its form and Gotsumon's.

Would she be prepared, Would she not? There was no way for it to know, but once she was close enough, the digimon fell down on top of Gotsumon with its full mass; the intent was clear. To take down the digimon, and probably grapple her between its tendrils. Overpowering the stone-based being would probably not be super hard, given the whole level difference there was between them.

This movement would break her invisibility, of course, and, if that wasn't successful, however, she'd still try to seize the size and power advantage by trying to grapple against the rookie. How that would go? That was at anyone's guess.