Every Train Leads to Rome [Carrie/Open?]

The digimon lay in a crumpled heap, in the center of a muddy crater. Several of the rocks she'd used as teeth lay scattered about, as well as a few pieces missing from her limbs. Her fractal code began flashing as a signal to be absorbed by her opponent, fortunately for Gotsumon this wasn't part of the bet. Shattered like her ego and lost like her conciousness, her body turned back to Carrie. The good news was she was still alive, but bad news was that Carrie was in poor shape.

She was covered in scratches and wounds, parts of her clothes looked badly beaten too. She lay on her back, moaning in pain. It was apparent she'd never actually been in a fight before, spirit or otherwise. She tried to stand up but fell back to her knees.
"Ow... ow... ow..." She repeated before falling back into the mud. "Amy...? Amy what happened?" She asked, a bit delirious from Gotsumon's sudden exposure to incredible power. "Who won? It hurts to open my eyes..." She mumbled, eventually regaining her balance enough to stand up. "What was that anyways? It didn't look... like anything I'd seen before. I-it's... it's so... ugh..." She looked sick just thinking about it. "Please promise me you'll never bring it out again unless you have too." She shuddered before falling back into the mud.

Indeed, the clash between friends and spirits had ended in the most predictable way - that was of course Amelie emerging triumphantly. The Gotsumon's hubris and chutzpah had not sufficed to overcome the reality that was their difference in power and experience, hence it had been vanquished brutally. But despite its violent disappearance, they combatants had adhered to the rules put forth by Cion, meaning there had been no reason for her to interfere. A small pile of rubble and mud was not considered an act of destruction, especially since it did not appear to bother any feral digimon living in the area.

With Carrie unbound by her specter, very much alive yet beaten, the vulpine ascendant watched as Amy hastily made her way over to her lost, injured friend. Smiling at this deed of compassion, comprehending that their bond was not swayed why whatever fool had attached itself to the teenage girl, the Arniomon too calmly and quietly made her way to them. And though her new acquaintance's pleading look was not necessary, for the silver fennec was always happy to help out people in need, it was a reassuring sign that told her that the displayed sympathy was sincere.

Nodding with a rapt smile, Cion stopped in front of the two, motioning Amelie to not get Carrie out of the dirt as to not disturb the intended process of regeneration. Clearing her throat, the Arniomon pointed a talon at the damaged dame. A faint aura of aureate light engulfed as the ancient sentinel gently moved her bestial finger upwards, in return causing the captured wounded to rise above the ground. A short motion towards herself and the lady was hovering upright. "Fate Weaver." Cion calmly utter, and with a snap of her fingers the deed was done.

In a brief surge of distorted reality, injuries and pollution reversed to a state of nonexistence, just before the Gotsumon had slammed into the amorphous earth. A second later and all flashiness ceased, leaving the haunted human healthy, clean and firmly with her feet on the ground. Grinning with pride, the tiny fox silently removed her fancy, black smartphone form her backpack to check the time. And while considering if she had to delay appointments, it became clear that her support was so as a matter of course to her that she had already shifted her attention to something else.

[Exit]