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Cas let out a sharp cry of pain as the Digimon's hoof impacted with her arm caving in the bio-metal there and sending the women flying as she hit the ground hard. The metal where it had been damaged sparked and sputtered the slick oil like sheen of the plating slowly trying to unbend themselves as red tinted wires swarmed over the injury while Cas clutched the hurt appendage to her chest. For while it might have been a limb of forced data she could still feel it. The stress and pain causing the woman's breaths to come short and harsh, but she would not be given the time to recover.
Reki was on her before she could even have a hope of gathering her wits once more to escape. His clawed hands closing around her wrists both injured and uninjured as he pins her arms down the movement dragging a ragged scream of agony from the woman's throat as her hurt arm is twisted sending spikes of pain through her nerves that set her teeth on edge and make her eyes roll as she struggles beneath him.
In the distance footsteps can be heard and the shout of muffled voices. They are a ways off yet, but quickly growing closer.
"Huh, so that's how your recovery work. Damn interesting I say..." Reki however did not say this just because he's intrigued, but because he's sure that soon someone would come to pick her up. It's the best time for him to knock her unconscious. "Sorry, but I can't take risk. You're the kind that seem would only make it harder for my life to drag you back while conscious. Time to knock you out, eh?"
Just at that time, a grotesque, something that looks like mutated human appeared, carrying a tranquilizer dart. Classic, but definitely gonna do the work. The thing however moved so slowly, like a zombie. Reki shuddered the moment he saw them... If he was a failure then he'll end up like them... but he has chosen. If he lived while still bound in wheelchair, then it's nothing but death.
"....Heh... well then..." Reki lifted the woman's head to face the terrifying zombie-like man. The TV on his chest suddenly lit up.
"Well, mission accomplished, time to haul... give me the med."
She struggles like a wild animal hissing and spitting half blind with pain and rage as the edge of her vision goes fuzzy with it. If Reki was a horror then the creature approaching them with it's slow shuffling gait, tranq held in it's hands and tv embedded into it's chest made the Digimon pinning her look downright pleasant. Yet as Cas feels the monster holding her move, his grip shifting to grasp both her wrists in one clawed hand his other reaching out for the needle something in the woman snaps....
And the world goes a glorious shade of red...
Perhaps Reki would regret daring the woman to try to go for his throat even as she lunged forward with an ugly ragged snarl fangs flashing with the intent to sink her canines deep into the vulnerable flesh of his neck. The joints of her fingers and toes seem to scream as they bleed leaving bright red rivets down her socks and gloves staining her sleeves and the soles of her shoes with crimson wetness that seems to glow with a dim light of it's own. Her nails curled and blacken sharping into wicked claws as they pierced the leather of her boots and shredded the remains of her gloves. Curling her legs inwards she kicks up aiming to rake the natural knives down the Digimon's soft stomach in a desperate attempt to gut him. In the distance a voice shouts her name voice rough and desperate.
"HIME!" It shouts, but the woman is far too gone in the fight to hear.
For her to actually have this sort of strength... he knew that he's not different power wise from really trained human but he was enhanced, both Digital wise and both in technique. He is against killing obviously so he at first tried to hold her with just a bit of his strength, but indeed, he regretted it heavily. The moment the fang about to sink in his neck, the boy switched it with his hand. The adrenaline in his system mostly dulled the pain, but this... "GH!!"... who thought someone have this sort of strength!? He pressed his leg on hers to stop her from clawing. His stomach mostly fine, but it's bleeding from all the scratches. Not too badly luckily. It's mostly intact.
Red blood dripping from the point of wound. Reki seriously about to just do with the plan already, but instead came another nuisance. He forcibly pulled his arm from her mouth, then tossed her to the zombie. Luckily for Cas, this means the tranq is no longer the option, as it alone already struggled to keep her still, but this means the boy will be fighting the newcomer. Who is this? At that point, he gotten new directive: Stall it, as much as possible. Even if it's in much higher stage than him, to use form higher than adult in this sort of place would be risky, especially considering they're in an alleyway. These buildings also contain innocents. A flashy attack won't do. However, as for him, a child stage attack is not enough to destroy a building. So he'll risk everything with this move.
The child stage began to charge something between his horn. This is an attack that could be dangerous if hit. The dark alleyway slowly getting brighter, being illuminated by light coming from the condensed flame.
Cas hit the solid flesh and screen of the abominations front hard where she'd been thrown aside out of range of the fight as Reki turned to face a new and far more fearsome threat. The impact left her momentarily stunned her vision blackening around the edges as her struggles briefly ceased while her mind tried to catch up to her body even as a ragged gasp of pain ripped itself from her lungs as she felt the monster's hands close around her wrists. The creature twisting her around to face it even as it bodily pinned her arms to her side sending a wave of agony tearing through Cassandra's frame from her injured arm. The bio-metal struggled to knit itself back together in rapid succession, but not fast enough, never fast enough. Blood and data were heavy on the woman's tongue, both hers and Reki's, Cas's crimson orbs wild as she reared back with a snarl and spat defiantly in the monsters face her lips red with ichor.
In the shadows and light cast my Reki's flickering flame the Dark Knightmon that loomed from the darkness looked like the devil himself. His gold eyes gleaming with murderous intent as he caught sight of the state of his Tamer. His fury seeming to only grow at the sight of the blood staining her clothes and skin with no way for the Digimon to tell how much was hers and how much was the enemies. Behind him the Duramon that had dogged his steps froze eyes going wide in horror at the scene.
"You have till the count of three to have my Tamer released before I put you into a wall..." Cloak rumbled out tone dark with lethal intent. There were too many bodies on the ground, too many buildings closing in for the ultimate digimon to risk using his full power. Yet it wouldn't matter...
"Three." The Dark Knightmon snarled out as he launched himself forward heedless of the fire attack Reki would throw at him. Heedless of the way it burned across his armor and charred his cape. He'd never had any intention of dodging as he aimed to grasp the Digimon about the throat and ram him bodily into the wall with a vicious snarl.
Perhaps this is the most disgusting thing ever, but the moment Cas spat out the blood, the zombie immediately swallowed the mixed fluid. Granted, Reki's blood is mixed there too, but that was not important. A deep whirring sound could be heard from the zombie's body. And it can't be good. Meanwhile Reki is not looking any good either. The Biohybrid immediately shoot toward the charging Digimon. Of course little good it did, considering that he's two level below. But to think that it got no effect at all!
Reki snarled the moment the monster charged at him. He used his smaller body to his advantage. The boy kicked the wall and rained the Digimon down with fireballs, but these in particular are very strong for a child level attack. He's still deviant toward the Dark Knightmon, not willing to hear what he have to say, even if his life have to forfeit. His old man's goal before anything else!
However, at that time, the TV starts to lit on and it started to scan Cas. Just a bit more now... But he noticed that this guy is not alone. This is dangerous. He's outmatched, very badly at it. But even so, Iramon still defiantly rain more and more attack on the opponent, using the only asset it have: its smaller size.
Iramon's attacks were not as ineffective as he believed, but the fact simply was that the Dark Knightmon was furious beyond all reasoning as as he launched the biohybrid Digimon into a wall Reki's fate would be utterly sealed. The Digimon might have been smaller and faster using his size and Cloak's unwillingness to bring the entire alley down around them to his advantage. However, Cloak was nothing if not a consummate tactician. If he could not use his own attacks then he would use Iramon's as the Dark Knightmon slowed down allowing the fireballs to almost impact with him before he locked eyes on Reki and suddenly the Biohybrid would find their places reversed with him facing down his own attacks.
Cas meanwhile would try not to gag her struggles intensifying as the screen in the monsters chest lit up. A light sliding over her form as the woman fought and hissed like a wild cat attempting to slash at the creatures legs and stomach with the claws on her feet. Until the zombie would feel the cold press of a blade against his neck as the Duramon slunk up behind it.
"Release her." He hissed out having overcome his initial horror in the face of his Tamer's need.
Cloak Uses: - Scapegoat: In a blink of an eye Dark Knightmon switches places with any target it has marked via damage within three turns or a willing ally within line of sight leaving them to suffer whatever fate or attack might have befallen the Digimon himself in his place. Cooldown three turns.
The last attack he released supposedly was enough to let him an escape, but when suddenly his field of vision swapped and he ended up being in front of his own attack, Reki's eyes widened. The blast was unavoidable. With all his might, he slapped it away. The loud booming sound was enough to wake people up. True enough, there's a sound of police going around.
At this point, Reki's phone rang. The biohybrid made a clicking noise and immediately escaped. If Cloak would follow him, though, he soon would find several laser pointers, like those used by snipers aimed at him, a warning for him to not pursue.
The zombie, after hearing Dagger's threat, suddenly melted into puddle of disgusting gunk. No idea whether it's flresh or something, but it smelled horrible. Soon, the TV lit up with "turn me on" display.
Cloak would pursue Reki just to the edge of the alley to ensure the monstrous digimon wasn't likely to loop back and threaten his Tamer. He was however, rather reluctant to allow Cassandra out of his sight. The Doctor herself however, was trying very hard not to gag as her sensitive noise was assaulted with a scent she could only describe as week old rotting flesh left out in the sun as the creature that had held her restrained...melted. The blackened flesh like goop soaking into her sleeves and the front of her shirt as it slid to the ground leaving only a tv amidst a puddle black as pitch with all the same consistency.
Dagger's stomach was not nearly so strong as Cassandra's as he turned shielding his face from sight with his blade as he threw up against the alley wall. Then again the golden Digimon was likewise not in shock nor high off of fight or flight adrenaline and whatever strange endorphins the D-virus was flooding Cas's system with leaving the Doctor shaking and angry, but not sick with death in her gaze as she crouched reaching out to fumble with the on-button of the tv with her newly clawed fingers. Her face marked with blood like war paint, fangs bared, and eyes a bright and gleaming crimson in her murderous intent.
The TV turned on, even though there are no power outlet. It must have some build in mechanism. Considering its size, and considering how the cathode TV are outdated, it obvious that it's not what met the eye. When the picture stabilized, Cas and Dagger would see a what looking like a male human, face and everything obscured by darkness, sitting crosslegged on a reclining chair. Just in few seconds however, the image shifted into silhouette of what looked like a demonic Digimon of very high level. Demonic... perhaps. It's more to how assymetrical is its left arm compared to its left, and how its eyes shone in the dark, not unlike Cas' own.
"Hello, how interesting it is to meet you. Doctor... Cassandra Cross, was it? I see that you've taken care one of our adorable kid. Thank you for that. I was a bit worried that he would die from boredom..." While the voice of the Digimon obviously altered in some way, the tone on the other hand, it was... like talking about an adorable pet rather than son or something closer.
"Was he being too rough with you, Doctor? If you would like I can pay you back for your clothes, including your boots and other attires. Just don't forget to state the name of the brand that you like... It was a pity, I felt the clothes looks very fitting on you, even though you apparently... ah, is sick? Take it as like... a give-and-take for what you supplied to us. Such an interesting DNA... I thought you was modified, but apparently, this is something much worse than that... How interesting, truly fascinating!" now the tone that he took sounded like he's talking about new toy, or subject of interest.
"Tell me, Doctor, do you understand how excited I am today? Fufu! Ah! Pardon me for my late introduction..."
now the image getting clearer, until she could see... a fallen angel Digimon. "My name is Bagramon, and as you can conclude, I am the one who the boy called "Old Man"."
Doctor Cassandra Cross stared down at the TV with a piercing and imperious glare, her ragged appearance making her look like some strange cross between vengeful fury and death warmed over with her clothes covered in muck and blood, and shoulders trembling from the strain. Despite the vitriol and venom that boiled within her veins the woman remained silent allowing the demonic digimon pictured upon the screen to bulldoze onward with his speech feeding her information in his overconfidence as Cloak's shadow fell upon her. The Dark Knightmon having stepped up behind the Doctor during the monologue to loom like a dark and threatening cloud at her back. Ever vicious and protective. For a moment Cassandra considered requesting he give chase and acquire the apparently modified mutant punk who had attacked her. Reasoning that this Bagramon would be far less confident and prone to bluster if the child was hoisted up by the neck for him to see. Cloak could do it, would do it, but despite her annoyance the Doctor reasoned it was best for now to be underestimated and the child was only a child however misguided. He'd bare the marks of her claws for a time yet.
So instead she settled for arching a single well manicured brow at the Digimon, her lips twisting into a disdainful frown as she felt the bio-metal plating of her left arm finally shift back into place with a soft click the pain that had flared up it fading as the wires seemed to receded back beneath it's metal skin leaving the ruined bandages over the glistening sickly black and silver metal torn and charred. With casual predatory ease Cas lifted her left arm and flicked one of the ruined scraps of cloth from it's surface with a fanged sneer before meeting Bagramon's gaze with sharp intelligent crimson eyes. "Perhaps if you were to make an appearance I would be so inclined to return the kindness you and yours have seen fit to do unto me." She purred out, her voice soft and deadly like the hiss of a whetted blade as she leaned towards the tv with a fanged and feral smile.
"And while I doubt I can fathom your excitement in this moment I'm sure somewhere along the lines as I'm bleeding every drop of data out of your frame I could come to understand." Cas murmured tone pleasant even as her eyes burned will all the ruinous heat of a flame. "After all samples are so very difficult to come by." She crooned and it was clear this woman was a wild fire. Beautiful and deadly, and something best admired at a distance lest one wished to be burned.
"Alas," the Digimon replied "I'm not a man of battle. Two against one is what I would call unfair, Doctor. Not to mention the clash of two Digimons of higher than adult stage would create such a disaster that best not repeated. I am a scientist, I am not a man fond of senseless mayhem. So allow me to gaze at your beauty from afar," the Digimon moved his skeleton-like arm in a movement like trying to gently cup her chin. Obviously it won't work with the distance separating them. He quickly returned to his previous sitting posture.
"My my, how scary. Is it that much of an offense for you? Was it the clothes, or was it something else? If it was my boy then excuse his wilderness. He should have asked you kindly if you want to come to our place, willingly. I don't need much, doctor. Just a small vial of your blood, your nail, teeth sample, retina scanning, and the biometal... all of those would be more than enough. There's no need for anyone to die or traumatized... yet I guess we've been too far from that possibility. A pity."
Bagramon sighed "Ahh, but, at the very least, let me stand by my offer." Bagramon twirled a pen between his fingers and took out a checkbook. "...How much should I write in here?"
"Pity~" She murmured genuine disappointment seeming to drip from her voice as she canted her head to one side letting the long golden mane of her locks slide over her shoulder. Reaching out she lightly touched the screen allowing her claws still red with her own blood to gouge into the surface of the glass.
"You'll find the best researchers are those willing to get their hands dirty." Cas spoke with a vicious smile all sharpness and teeth as quick as a viper she cocked her left arm back before slamming her metallic fist through the screen. Shattering in in a shower of static and sparks.
As the power began to fizzle out to the distant sound of sirens the Doctor slumped onto her side Cloak dipping to catch her quickly and bundle the shaking woman into his arms. "Don't forget the TV." She croaked out sweat beading across her skin from the heat of her fever, the edge of her vision blurry with exhaustion as she chuckled bordering on delirious.
"O-overconfident ass...left...left too many clues...didn't tie up loose ends." Cas mumbled eyeing the 'samples' of muck however disgusting that coated her clothes and the piece of tech which Dagger gingerly scooped up tucking the tv with it's busted screen under one arm. Such a thing had to be custom made and worth a pretty penny. Things like that usually had names on the circuit boards and other information she could track if repairing it and seeing if she could trace the signal failed. Despite herself though the Doctor felt her eyes closing, her body finally giving out from the stress as sleep and fever claimed her. Leaving the twins to pick their way home guarding the small unconscious woman with fierce viciousness.
The Doctor would found that the moment her fist hit the screen, it suddenly vomited out wads of cash, definitely enough for reimbursement of her clothes. True enough, there's a note about it. As for the clothes, however, she would find that the goo seem to react with something, and it immediately vaporized, leaving nothing but putrid smelling fabric with some stain on it. At that point it's nothing but like disgusting raunchy meat. Have he seriously calculated it all? At the very least, the TV is still there. Fixing it might yield to something.
However, for now, there's nothing much to do. On the other side though, Bagramon has took a photo of the young doctor, smiling endearingly at it. "...Well well well, I have to thank Reki. He found me such an interesting test subject. Perhaps, this time around, a reward is due. Fufufufu... huhuhuhu... I'll be looking forward to our next meeting... Doctor Cassandra."