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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2018 4:49:13 GMT
Okay so he had struck the damn robotic bug right where it hurt. But with his opponent so close and stuck on those horns the Kyrptmon wasn't exactly in the best position. Nor was he in the best health from being struck by both of those electrical surges. He was in a bad way, taken so much damage in such a short time even at ultimate a little bit ago he was just simply in a bad way.
So with both of those blades slamming through his back the Mega let out a pained grunt feeling his energy draining quickly as those energized blades did even more work on his already wracked frame. He'd cough up what amounted to blood across the TigerVespamon's helm and just give it a slow somewhat toothy grin.
"Here's a Keeper..."
His hands reached back, his tail curving and spasming as long lengths of bone were taken from it. It wouldn't take long before the mega would start trying to punch each length of bone into the tigervespermon. From whatever angle he could reach trying to punch through it and it's core. Seven lengths of bone, each bone was slightly larger than the last with the final one being attempted to stab straight through in the same fashion that the TigerVespermon had done to him. But rather than through it's back? He'd try to go through it's helmeted head directly down into it's chest.
Log:
-Kan is struck by both swords, further increasing his damage. He is on his last legs.
-Kan attempts to use The Seven to off the TigerVespermon.
Move:
The Seven: Using the bones upon it's tail the digimon attempts a seven tier strike. Each strike more vicious than the last. It does not require the digimon itself to physically wield the bones and may allow it to strike enemies up to One hundred feet away. These are high damaging strikes that when they do hit give the benefit of regeneration to the digimon or one that it is physically touching. This move may only be used every seven posts and only if all seven strikes were used.
Passive:
levitation: Using supernatural abilities this digimon is able to Levitate itself off of the ground and "fly" in a manner suited for such a being. This ability may be used in combat.
Phase: This digimon may phase through solid objects.
Cooldown:
Gore: [0/4]
The Seven: [0/7]
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Dec 4, 2018 1:48:26 GMT
Kan might have been better off just throwing the TigerVespamon off from his horns. The damage from impaling the machine through the chest was likely fatal as it was, and the mega probably didn't have much left in his tank himself. Instead, Kan tried to stab the machine through where he was held.
And for that, he was going to be in a world of hurt. The TigerVespamon was already acting on a death grip, its hands tightly grasping around those energized blades. Each stab weakened the metal plate on its chest, but the first few would not be enough to outright finish off the machine. It gave the assailant all the time he needed, to twist and drive those blades deeper into the Kryptmon's back, that electrical surge not directly assaulting the core. Three... four... it would take five before that TigerVespamon would be pierced through, slowly fading to a cloud of data, the weight quickly disappearing from those horns.
The damage, however, was already done. And Cloak, well, the Tactimon found himself in a similar position. True, neither could use their blades to their full effectiveness, but the machine's were both far shorter and more applicable for short-range combat. Pinned at his sides, the machine rested both swords near his hips, and lurched them forward towards Cloak's gut. Even if they couldn't pierce through the armor, the electrical current would still surge heavily through that spout...
... And if the blades did pierce, Cloak was in a world of hurt, even as those wings were grasped!
Dagger and Cassandra, meanwhile, would find themselves at the center of the operation - where even the guards feared to roam, the Apocalymon's nest. Sitting upon his throne, the demon's eyes flickered open, claw raised - freezing just as Cassandra raised her voice.
His eyes shifted, towards the back of the Tactimon's arm. Neither the blade nor any part of his frame bore a mark?
"Then you're not on the list?" The demon's voice was more curious, inquisitive than anything else. He seemed almost amused at this turn of events, even if his expression did not change. "Speak. If I feel you're wasting my time, I'll do to you the same as the rest."
Both TigerVespamon uses Royal Discharge.
The TigerVespamon fighting Kan fades into data... |
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Post by Cross on Dec 4, 2018 2:33:56 GMT
Cloak would let the swords pierce roaring out with pain even as he ripped the wings and thrusters from the back of the TigerVespamon with an ugly sound of tearing wires and data. Electricity sparked through the Tactimon's frame as counter to what might have been expected as the attack subsided the Dark Samurai did not push the TigerVespamon away as might be expected, but instead dug his fingers deeper into the mechanical digimon's frame.
"Shall you reap what you sow." Cloak snarled out as power coalesced through his form the pain fading as he transferred his injuries to the grappled TigerVespamon.
"No. I'm not on the list." The Doctor spoke voice unwavering as she stepped forward into the room. The Durandamon trailing behind her their form tense, but indeed their blades showed not a scratch from slicing open the door. Having carved through the metal like hot butter. The back of their hands bare.
"But then again neither are you." The Woman spoke tugging her own gloves off to bare the unmarked back of her own palms in a show of good faith. "Am I wrong in my deduction that this place is as much prison as throne room to you?" Cassandra questioned as wary of the Apocolymon themselves as it was of them as Doctor and Digimon sized one another up.
Cloak Uses Blood for Blood
-Blood For Blood: Tactimon grabs his opponent his hands glowing with dark energy as he transfers his injuries and any negative conditions to his enemy or in the case of an ally Tactimon may choose to take their condition upon himself. Once Per Thread
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2018 2:41:17 GMT
Honestly Kan wasn't a full ranged fighter, his experience in this sort of thing was limited. High level fights weren't exactly his forte as he hadn't really been in all too many. With how many of his spikes that had gone through he had expected that the TigerVespamon wouldn't of been able to really fight back.
He let out a blood wracked cough as those energized blades twisted and drove deeper into his body. It hurt beyond belief and he could feel his vision going fuzzy as the cloud of data that was the TigerVespamon was released.
Snarling in irritation the spirit user fell to his knees grabbing at that cloud of data with an arm. He wasn't kidding when he said something about a 'keeper'. While there were thousands of questions and he questioned the legitimacy of doing something like this. The hunger of his spirit desiring to heal itself did most of the heavy lifting.
He'd pull that cloud of data towards him. Loading the TigerVespamon and having to take a moment to sort of proccess what he was being given from this mon. Hands placed on his legs and he'd slowly try to push himself up from his knees. The wounds of the battle slowly closing thanks to that data, but the question that kan posed was...
What else did I just take?
Log:
-Kan in order to heal fully loaded the TigerVespamon.
-Unsure of what that might bring apart from healing damage.
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 6, 2018 0:01:25 GMT
As it was, the Kryptmon's frame was far too damaged to retain anything more than the sheer 'data' of the TigerVespamon. Yes, his wounds would start to mend, but no trait nor thought would be passed onto the spirit, nor would it even fully cover the wounds that graced his body. The damage close to the core, after all, was quite extensive... but, at least for the moment, he would find reprieve.
The same could not be said of the machine still struggling, of course. Cloak might've had a trick up his sleeve, but he easily stood in the TigerVespamon's range, and the elite machine was by no means a passive fighter. Yes - those fingers dug deep, and those wound started to transfer over. But it also meant that Cloak relied on that grip, itself. He couldn't get a good swipe at the arms, so, instead, the mega would take those short blades, and thrust them straight up towards the Tactimon's armpits, intent on driving them right up through the shoulder, with a harsh electric discharge following shortly after.
That might force the Tactimon to let go!
"Hm?"
Cassandra's words were rather bold - he wasn't on the list, either? If nothing else, her banter stalled the Apocalymon's decision for at least a few more seconds, the demon tapping a nail as he considered her words. "The city itself might as well be a prison for me. A data signature such as mine is difficult to obscure - this room is one of the few that keeps most from knocking on the door."
Still, he didn't snap at them - not just yet, anyway. "So, what do you know that I don't, then?"
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Post by Cross on Dec 6, 2018 1:12:33 GMT
The Tactimon couldn't release the TigerVespamon now even if he wished too. The electrical discharge from the attack locking the Samurai's muscles in place even as the swords cut into his shoulders catching on the Mega's pauldrons. Leaving the pair locked in combat with the scream of ripping metal and spark of live electricity as the damage dealt to the Tactimon was just as quick to transfer over to the TigerVespamon itself.
"I little help Kan~" Cloak begged voice strained as smoke billowed off his form his data seeming to partially phase then return to solid then phase again before solidifying once more.
"I know you are being raised for the slaughter." The Doctor spoke stepping forward further into the room with an air of outward calm, a simple show of trust or perhaps power depending on how her conversation partner interpreted such. Dagger following close behind her lest he need to grasp hold of his Tamer and run. Trailing his partners steps as she slowly circled the room the Doctor eyeing the various wires leading to the Apocolymon and his throne...and more importantly the ones binding him to it.
"I know you're held alone in a room with walls thicker then those of most forts and doors that lock on the outside," She continued pausing to glance over the bare metal of the room and sheer stark emptiness with something akin to a sneer of derision.
"Including that they lacked the common decency to leave you the barest of accommodations." Cassandra added with a low growl her opinion of the situation plummeting by the second before she motioned to the Apocolymon himself.
"I would wager good money that one of those wires is connected to a kill switch," She spoke, "Likely that one far too close to your core for comfort." The Doctor elaborated before she paused meeting the Apocolymon's gaze and holding it with her own steely eyes.
"And I likewise know that I am one of only two Doctors skilled enough to safely disconnect you from this place without risking your death in the process." Cassandra explained stance unwavering.
"That is if you are inclined to meet my bargain Apocolymon and bind your fate to mine." The Doctor murmured extending her hand in offering palm up. "I'd rather with this days end neither of us be prisoners."
Cloak attempts to complete Blood for Blood. Locked into the attack by TigerVespamon's electrical charge.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2018 3:20:23 GMT
Thankfully the digimon didn't do anything, didn't send anything to him. No thoughts no traits and most of his damage was healed as it was quite extensive. There was a short reprieve he was given but his ally was still in trouble.
Growling he'd stand back up wiping off the 'blood' from his mouth before making his way over. The Kryptmon had it's own natural weapons, such as claws or the tail spikes. But it's abilities would hit cloak and the tigervespamon which was absolutely unacceptable to the Spirit user, not to mention the spirit who had a thing for strong reliable allies.
"Borrowing this."
The spirit user wasn't in the best position to use his own moves, eyeing the Tactimon's sword it'd reach down to yank it out of the grip of it's ally. Inspecting the blade for a moment he'd quickly turn his attention to the TigerVespamon and line it up in such a fashion he could run the blade through the mechanical digimon's sides hopefully punching through the insects core!
Log:
-Kan healed a good portion of damage but still could use some tending to.
-Kan is 'borrowing' Cloak's sword to run the TigerVespamon's side to hopefully punch into it's core and avoid damaging his ally.
Passive:
levitation: Using supernatural abilities this digimon is able to Levitate itself off of the ground and "fly" in a manner suited for such a being. This ability may be used in combat.
Phase: This digimon may phase through solid objects.
Cooldown:
Gore: [2/4]
The Seven: [2/7]
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 8, 2018 0:12:38 GMT
Truth be told, it would have been hard to figure out what would have happened if it was merely the Tigervespamon and the Tactimon continuing their grapple. Those swords, bursting with energy, could easily find their way to the top of the pauldrons and cease function of the arms entirely - but, would such grave wounds be so easily transferred over to the machine?
It was an experiment that Cloak would have no time to finish. Trapped as it was, the TigerVespamon simply didn't have a way to avoid that improvised swing, the Tactimon's blade easily smashing straight through the machine's back, piercing through his core. A jet of red data spewed backwards, as the machine's frame slumped forward, against the Tactimon's armor, dissipating away into a familiar red cloud... one that was naturally drawn to the same wall Cloak had his back towards.
"Hm...
Raised for slaughter? This doctor proved amusing, at least, the Apocalymon largely keeping his passive stance as the doctor, and her associate, inched forward. A brief glare was given towards the Durandamon - that of innate hunger - but past that, he remained passive, idly listening to Cassandra's reasoning.
That this room was meant to keep him hidden.
And that these wires hooked to his back were linked to a kill switch. "The blue one, right?" The Apocalymon seemed almost bored in response, though his interest did perk as Cassandra made two things:
An offer, and a bargain. "A deal with the devil, is it?" Turning that tongue in cheek, he gave a rare chuckle, leaning against the armrest of the throne. "Then explain your terms, Doctor. I'm not the most patient creature you'll come across."
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Post by Cross on Dec 9, 2018 22:51:44 GMT
"Thanks Kan. Let's not do this again." The Tactimon groaned as he slid slowly to the ground with a pained wheeze absorbing what little of the data he could to heal himself before it was drawn through the wall.
"We need to get to Hime's location. There's a communication device hooked into the pouch on my hip. Mind lending me a hand getting up and calling her?" Cloak politely questioned even as he struggled to leverage himself up minus the use of his arms. "With luck my twin hasn't dragged her into an all out fight." The Mega grumbled.
"You seem rather blase in regards to being used as a powercell, tied to a potentially highly unstable dark artifact which in turn likely connects you to a kill switch that could potentially explode and shatter your core quite messily while being held in a featureless metal room for who knows how long." The Doctor murmured effecting nearly as bored an expression as the Apocolymon himself though there was a machine like coldness to her features. "Unless of course you agreed to all this?" Cassandra questioned arching a single blonde brow even as Dagger rested a hand lightly on his Tamer's shoulder. Not that the Doctor herself wouldn't be almost as salty should she have been trapped relatively powerless in such a situation.
"The deal however is thus. You will help us take down this operation with as minimal civilian casualties as possible without killing any of my team, or my allies in the process, help us secure information on the individual running it, and not interfere with the destruction of the dark artifact you're currently wired into. In return I will unconnected you from the dark artifact and their kill switch, and I'll do all in my power to safely get you out of here." Cassandra spoke laying out her terms, not that the Apocolymon was in particularly good condition to refuse. Though the Doctor was perhaps a bit more understanding then she was willing to fully let on.
"Though should we work well together," The Woman murmured holding the Digimon's gaze, "I'd like to offer you a job." She spoke, politely ignoring the slight sputter of choked surprise from Dagger.
Cloak absorbs what data he can from the TigerVespamon to try to patch himself up.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2018 23:24:03 GMT
"No problem. I agree... any closer and I think we would of been the ones on the bad end."
The Kryptmon frowned a little bit and moved closer to the Tactimon, he was injured pretty badly. The draconic digimon shifted so that one arm was wrapped around the waist of the dark warrior while trying to use the other's arm over his shoulders as to help him walk. His tail would snake around and pick out that communication device holding it up to his face. The tail tip ready to gently poke at those buttons as needed.
"I've got you covered. Going to keep that sword out and ready to go."
As it was they were well out in the open where they were standing, if they didn't hurry they'd probably get caught out by another group and Kan severely doubted that they would be able to fight them as well as the last group. In fact with the added damages of their forms... well it would be a very short fight.
"Lady luck is a fickle Mistress, lets just hope she's not turned a blind eye to us..."
The dragon shook his head and was ready to go at a moments notice. If needed he would carry Cloak over his shoulder to move quickly. Though he doubted the warrior would like that all too much...
Log:
-Kan helped cloak with what he asked
-Kan continues to borrow cloak's sword.
Passive:
levitation: Using supernatural abilities this digimon is able to Levitate itself off of the ground and "fly" in a manner suited for such a being. This ability may be used in combat.
Phase: This digimon may phase through solid objects.
Cooldown:
Gore: [3/4]
The Seven: [3/7]
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 12, 2018 3:28:35 GMT
"Blase? I suppose that's a good word for it." The Apocalymon didn't even deny it, that bored expression not leaving his face. But at that second question, he gave a chuckle, shaking his head. "If I had a better option, trust me, I wouldn't be here... but its more simple than you think."
That dark grin slowly slid across his face, the Apocalymon stating what he knew rather plainly: "The mastermind isn't here." The confidence of that tone reverberated through the room: "They can't trust this device will work how they want it to - and they know it. Otherwise, why would I even have been around for this long?"
It was risky, but even in his position, the Apocalymon knew that he was playing this whole organization. Still, he listened to Cassandra's offer. Blunt, straight to the point... was it time for a change of pace? "Hmph. Do as you will, but if this ends up biting you and your partners in the aft end, don't expect me to mourn your loss." That was... about the best that Cassandra was going to get. With a flick of his wrist, the closest claw flung forth - jamming itself against the doorway, to at least stall any sort of 'help' that would have been sent to this room.
"Well, then? Get to work."
As it was, it was probably a decent idea that the Apocalymon damaged the entrance. As Cloak and Kan would make their way around, they would find surprisingly little resistance... well, until they came up to the door itself. Its entrance was damaged, extended out by the frame, with no less then four Andromon and two HiAndromon poised and aiming at the door. Like it or not, Cassandra was cornered like this... and in their current state, perhaps six was too much for Cloak and Kan to handle!
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Post by Cross on Dec 14, 2018 5:23:55 GMT
"Well at least I can be certain with a personality like yours they haven't brain washed you." The Doctor murmured the barest twitch of a smile warming her lips before she strode forward with purpose. The motion nearly giving Dagger a conniption fit before Cas took the communicator from her belt and tossed it to the Duramon.
"See if you can get through to Cloak. Let them know to lay low if they can till we can clear the door." Cas ordered as she approached the Apocolymon where he was restrained in the center of the room.
"Right." Dagger muttered shifting one of his swords back to a hand to catch the phone before pressing the call button as, should the signal be able to get through, a little red light would light up on the communicator on Kan's end.
Meanwhile the Doctor closed in on her patient, the Apocolymon even sitting down still easily a head or so taller then her, as she motioned for him to carefully lean forward so she could better inspect the snarled rats nest of wires surgically inserted into his back. Homing in on the ones closest to the Digimon's core the Doctor reached out to carefully smooth a hand over the Virus-types back keeping him in place as she ran a quick diagnostic with her scanner wincing at the masses of scar tissue she could see.
"I take it since you have your suspicions about which of these is the kill switch they explained what some of these wires did when they hooked you into this thing? Or did you figure it out from trial, error, or merely location?" The Doctor questioned, eyeing the various wires that were closer to the Apocolymon's core then she would like as well as those binding him to the chair.
"Shit~" Cloak muttered under his breath low enough only his companion could hear while leaning on Kan hard as he eyed their blocked entry way. Neither of them could entirely handle yet another fight as the Tactimon quickly motioned with a jerk of his head for them to get out of sight. "There's a few store rooms nearby. We can duck into those or see if we can find that observation room I passed through and hope it's empty." Her suggested in a whisper.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2018 20:42:01 GMT
Kan gritted his teeth as he noted the lack of resistance which only really worried him. Seeing that entrance and the six digimon aiming at the door? He'd glance at cloak to take stock of how they were doing... and well they wouldn't be able to handle this number of individuals in combat, maybe if they were healthier...
His ear flicked slightly as cloak muttered and then made a quick suggestion. He'd follow suit getting them out of sight. He'd glance around biting his lip softly. If they went to the observation room there was an odd chance that there WERE people there, but the same could be said of the few store rooms nearby. With a rather hushed voice he'd agree to the latter two.
"The observation room is probably our best bet... There's probably something we can use there too..."
Kan's expression brightened a bit as that little red light lit up. Holding the item up to cloak he'd gently nod at it while slowly making their way to that communication room that Cloak had spoke of. If the both of them got slammed there was no getting around that they would probably be grasping at the dirt in a proper fight...
Log
-Moving to the observation room as Cloak suggested.
Passive:
levitation: Using supernatural abilities this digimon is able to Levitate itself off of the ground and "fly" in a manner suited for such a being. This ability may be used in combat.
Phase: This digimon may phase through solid objects.
Cooldown:
Gore: [4/4]
The Seven: [4/7]
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Post by Dr. Mikemon on Dec 16, 2018 23:41:14 GMT
"I'm one to break minds, not one to get brainwashed." That aside, the Apocalymon would be more-or-less complaint with Cassandra's request. Not only would he lean forward, he'd also flick that cape over to the side, easily allowing Cassandra access to his addled back.
There were a number of wires - some hooked to the throne, but others that simply looped back into the Apocalymon's body, as if they were part of his natural being. As Cassandra would feel through, she'd find that blue 'wire' that they had talked about prior - though, on closer observation, these seemed more akin to medical IVs than electrical equipment.
"Well, its the one wire that hasn't done anything," the Apocalymon answered, quite plainly. And, no wonder: slight inspection would reveal a sharp needle hidden underneath the rubber casing, aimed right towards the center of the demon's back. A bit further away than that, she'd also find a container, of some sort... a poison, a lethal injection?
Fortunate as it was, it seemed that the attention of the guards were solely on that door, a few of the Digimon swearing under their breath. A few held metal canisters, of some sort - they had intended to simply toss those inside and seal the area off, leaving those within to succumb to a poisonous vapor. But with that claw blocking the way, the order was revised:
"Head off to the ventilation control, we'll just smoke it in a different way." With a nod, two of the Andromon would slip off into the hall, attempting to make their way to the maintenance room. The observation room would be unoccupied, as Cloak predicted - but in this current situation, anything with a screen that could have been useful to them was locked down!
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Post by Cross on Dec 17, 2018 0:49:15 GMT
The Doctor would let out a low soft hum at the Apocolymon's compliance always more then pleased to have an actually helpful patient for once as she noticed the needle on her scan and traced the wire back to the container with a frown and a low "Tch~" That sounded disturbingly similar to a certain General as she clicked her tongue lightly in disapproval and moved to work fast. "The good news is you're core appears undamaged and your not at risk currently of sustained any such damage." Cas explained swiftly sifting through her pack as she grabbed her plastic handled needle nose pliers and swiftly crimped the line to ensure that even if the injection was engaged no potential poison might reach the Apocolymon and then clipped said line with her multitool on the side of the pliers away from the poison. "The bad news is they intended from all appearances to make your death exceedingly messy and painful." The Doctor added keeping her grip on the pliers with one hand as she drew her lighter from her pocket and swiftly melted the end of the hose to seal it, then knotted the line and taped it off with ducttape just to be safe before she slipped the container into her infi-store for study later. "I'm going to have to remove this needle though and I'm afraid I can't give you anything in the way of painkillers. I don't know what all some of these lines might be putting into your system, but I don't want to risk you reacting badly." Cassandra explained as she shifted fishing a clean plain rag from her pocket as she offered it to the Apocolymon. "Bite down on this. I'm going to remove it on the count of three and then staunch and treat the wound." The Doctor explained waiting until the Apocolymon would do as she asked and bite down on the rag before she'd begin counting. "One. Two," Cas would count pressing down with one hand and smoothly drawing the needle and remaining IV out of the Apocolymon with a quick twisting motion that came naturally to so many nurses and a swift jerk. She'd dropped the needle and pressed a clean pad to the wound applying pressure before she even finished saying "Three.""There," She soothed in a gentle voice as she pulled back the pad to disinfect and clean the wound before applying a bandage. "That was the worst one. It's downhill from here." Cas murmured.
"We should barricade the door if possible and see if we can unlock the terminals. They don't have much time." Cloak rumbled out gold eyes darting about before he settled on the red light blinking on the communicator that Kan held up before leaning close. "Hime can you hear me?" He questioned somewhat unsure of the reception he'd receive. "It's Dagger. Cas is working on a patient." His twin would reply, a quick glance out the window confirmed Dagger's words even if the sight of the Doctor working on the massive Apocolymon left Cloak's nerves on end. "We're in the observation room above you and to your right. They're planning to gas the chamber your in through the vents. We're going to try to buy you two time or stop it, but neither of us are in great shape." The Tactimon warned even as Dagger swore prompting Cas to glance up at her partners creative swearing. "I'm gonna need that Duct tape Doc. They're planning to gas the vents." Dagger explained as Cas's brow furrowed for a moment mentally calculating how much time they had even as she tossed the Duramon the roll. It wouldn't fully stop the gas, but it'd at least slow it down if it came to that as the golden digimon darted off to start rapidly taping off the vents.
Cas disables the lethal injection cutting it off from the poison and removes the needle.
-Due to her career as both a veterinary doctor, human/digimon paramedic, and her experience in high stress and dangerous situations Dr. Cross is highly capable of treating both humans, animals, and digimon for medical emergencies. Allowing her to stabilize even critically injured patients in the field with basic equipment and halving their normal treatment and recovery time.
-While not a trained fighter Dr. Cross has lived a hard and difficult life and is a dab hand at turning every day items into dangerous improvised weaponry in a pinch. Her knowledge of shady tactics, underhanded tricks, deadly chemical compounds, and the skills she's picked up working with police and Yakuza alike make her a difficult opponent to pin down and a hard enemy to predict.
Dagger takes the roll of Duct tape and begins trying to seal off the vents to buy them time.
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