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Honestly, neither Iko nor Luke had all the details at this point. K, that apparent controlled Jesmon from the north, had personally invited the Ankomon down here for a spar, even with a private battlefield rented out for the time. What had happened between then and now to make her so driven? Was she so desperate that she had to seek help from mere acquaintances, or had she actually seen something from Iko before?
Honestly, at this point, Iko didn't care. Killing time in the waiting room, the champion-level wolf took the time to stretch out his legs, lightly testing his fists as he waited for his host to show up - though he didn't know if he'd be looking for a Renamon or a Leomon. A white Leomon, maybe? Hard to say.
"You really sure we should be throwing our hat into something like this?" Luke seemed a bit skeptical about it all - but Iko just returned a shrug.
"If she's serious - and if she's competent - I'm all for it." His response was simple. "With all the shit that's going down already, well, we can't afford to just stand idly by."
"I guess - those towers are a bit of a problem on their own. Still, its weird to see you tether yourself to anything."
"You think so?" He gave a shrug. "Well. We'll see, once our little 'spar' wraps up..."
If they knew what had happened, what would they say? What would they do? Her intent for this spar was to see what they had; no matter the form no matter the length. She had seen a small bit of their power for her own back in the north and simply wanted to see more of it. If they had the proper drive and the proper desire to use this power they would be quite an ally for the future. She could figure that they would easily be friends even if she didn't desire inducting them into a fledgling knighthood.
She had taken a little bit of time to get ready, switching up to her leomon form. Giving a testing spin of the weapon before entering the Colosseum proper. She had registered them for the noon time slot so it would be of no benefit to either of them to have such a time frame. Or at least she presumed that was the case.
It took her maybe five or so minutes before she was down in front of the waiting room. Behind it likely sat her two 'companions' of sorts. Exhaling softly she'd push the door open to only be greeted by the sight of the Ankomon and their Tamer. It would probably be somewhat amusing to the pair that she indeed shared her white fur of her renamon form in this one as well. Her build was much more feminine than the normal leomon, lacking a mane and any hair was in a tight braid going down her back with the jesmon cape she shared in all forms. Her eyes flicked from both of them once or twice before she greeted them; those dark sclera making it simple to follow this indeed was the same individual from the north.
"Luke, Iko. Good to see you. We've got a little time before our 'spar' starts if you've got any questions still."
It didn't take long at all for their hostess to finally show up - and just as she was described via Tamernet, a Leomon. Though Iko knew of the species, he'd never seen a Leomon of K's variety, both 'female' and with a different color, but it made enough 'sense' at least.
"Good to see you too, K." The wolf gave a grin, standing up to greet his soon-to-be opponent. Luke spoke up in response to the offer for questions:
"Yeah, what's all this about, I guess? Iko showed me the text line, but how are you-"
"Honestly, let's save that much for later, Luke." Already focusing on the fight at hand, Iko took to more immediate matters: "Besides, I think we'll get a good idea of how serious we all are during this bout. Now, how do we want to do this? Are we following the traditional Colosseum rules, or are we just going until one of us taps out?" The wolf gave a grin at that: "Either way, I hope we plan to use more than just our hands and feet this time. Important as that is to practice, I don't think we're going to get anywhere unless we take this seriously."
"... Well, when he's on a roll..." Luke muttered to himself. "Fine, I'll save it. But be sure to at least make a good case for yourself, wolf."
K ran a thoughtful hand around her muzzle; staring quietly at the two in front of her. She had figured they'd likely recognize her from the get go even if she had deigned to say nothing. Just how many people were going around as a white leomon? Probably not that many. She'd return that would be grin and even offer a hand to the wolf for a shake. It was always good to see people even if they only had met on one firm occasion.
"I suppose good questions will have to wait no?"
The leomon chuckled softly at the human being cut off by his partner. Out of the two of them the wolf seemed to have a much more forward personality out of what she had seen thus far. K furrowed her brow and let roll a small shrug at his questions in relevance to the spar.
"I'm not sure the traditional Colosseum rules to be honest, so it'd probably be easier to just go with the tap out rules. Though realistically I just want to see what you can do so that might be a bit..."
The leomon tilted her head a little bit at the jest about using more than just their hands and feet. There was a moment or two before she broke into a grin before hefting the very real and very physical sword.
"I would say we're going to get rather serious, nothing like digitization or the ilk but practice should have bruising at the very least right?"
K let out a small snicker; she hadn't spent much time in this form and unlike her Shutmon one this one seemed to be rather more jovial... Even light hearted. Just how would it fair on the battlefield?
The questions would have to wait, and as K spoke of the terms of the spar, Iko gave a nod. "That works well-enough for me. Not having to keep track of points in our heads is going to be nice enough as it is." The wolf gave his own chuckle, a grin spreading across his face as his opponent's blade was raised.
"Either way, I'm glad. To be honest, ever since the mountains I've wanted to get a one-on-one spar with you. Such a revolving door of forms... just makes me wonder how much polish you have on each one."
"Hm? Looks like we're up." As the clock ticked over and a small 'ding' filled the room, Iko tilted his head, leading on towards the arena proper.As could be expected for this time of day, the arena's stands were not packed at all. A few bored bystanders came to watch the practice bouts - basically just an excuse to keep concessions open - and as the two stepped onto that stone circle of an arena, Iko gave a wave, moving out towards the further end.
"Well, hopefully I can establish a decent enough resume, here." Tensing both of his fists, Iko's tried and true Crescent Blades appeared on the outside of his arms, extending out from his wrists, curved back to his elbow. From there, he simply took a stance, leading with his right side, tensing his right fist forward.
K rubbed the back of her neck and stared at iko for a few moments. So the Colosseum used a point systems of sort? That would be pretty difficult to keep track of the points while fighting. It would distract them more and more from it and they would try to focus on the points rather than fighting proper.
"Yeah, it would also make us focus on fighting more for points than for anything else."
The leomon blinked slightly however when Iko spoke about how he wanted to have a one on one spar with her. As having so many forms he wondered just how much she had actually practiced with them. Past once or twice in this form... she hadn't really fought in it. Her shutmon boasting the most run time out of all of her digivolutions... Save Renamon of course.
"Less than I'd like, more than you'd think."
The lion shook her head and flicked an ear as she heard the 'ding' from the clock. Shrugging she'd follow after iko mulling over a few things as they went. The heft of her blade, the swiftness of her body in comparison to the renamon one. She could feel the weight of every step... this one was a much more aggressive kind of fighter than her renamon one but treating it differently than her renamon would require a bit of effort.
The fact that there wasn't that many bystanders was nice; it'd give some others something to watch while they practiced in the arena. Tapping the side of the wall and watching the barrier shimmer before giving a brief nod to herself. It was always nice to see that sort of thing in the city; those barriers would restrict moves inside of the arena that they would be practicing in.
She'd return the wave with one of her own and take the 'starting' area that was on her end. Hefting and spinning her blade to get used to the weight it had. Most of her other forms that had blades weren't this heavy. It would be slower than the blades that she was used to using. So her speed would suffer in comparison to likely her opponent that would more than likely be used to his champion form more than she.
"Considering the little I saw while controlled and up in the mountain... I think you have a better head start than most that I would try to do this with."
The leomon chuckled a bit and took her fighting stance, Her sword held in one hand with the other off to one side ready to parry or use it's armor to block attacks as best as it could. He lead with his right side, so she followed suit. Even if he had decided to lead with his left she would of made due.
"Should I be flattered?"
K gave the wolf a small grin and dashed forward leading with a wide over the top swing starting from the right. Then ending on the left; it would 'leave' her open though she was certainly looking for something here.
Not a lot of practice? It made sense, a slight grin visible on Iko's lips at that admittance. Hopefully K wasn't taking him too lightly?
Well, that snark wasn't held for long. Perhaps that was just part of the test, or perhaps K simply wanted practice in an unfamiliar form. In either case, Iko would still stand at the ready, awaiting the lion's approach. Should she be flattered?
"Up to you."
That grin was once more shared, and as K made that rather obvious approach, Iko's eyes tensed. An overhead swing, against his Crescent Blades? If anything, he appreciated her bravado, but he wasn't going to let that opening go to waste. Instead of simply trying to dodge or even meet the blade head on, Iko instead gave a step forward - intent on both breaching the range of that sword and put himself right against the lion's body. If his step would work, and if K would follow through, her closed hand would be lined up right with Iko's shoulder...
... As he would slice his arm across, intent on using that smaller, curved blade to cut through the opposing champion's midsection! In doing so, he'd try and brace the side of his bladed right arm against her torso, leaning in with his weight to keep up the pressure!
That single statement managed to bring a soft chuckle from the leomon before the two of them started in earnest in this fight. The leomon wasn't really surprised to see that he knew how to respond in kind to that sort of play. Which mean he anticipated her follow up to this entire thing; which of course would be a mean left hook. But with him so close it's power would be negligible at best.
Grunting in soft pain as she felt that smaller curved blade cut into her torso. Yes he was much more versed in his champion form that much was certain; was it a deal breaker? No, No it was not. With his step forward, she'd have to do something to break them apart. As it was unlikely he'd just let her do so. So using the butt of her hilt she'd give a solid thrust forward intend on knocking the other away from her to open up the potential for a quick stab forward. Considering where they were standing that would be directly in the shoulder if he was unlucky enough to get whapped by the butt of her sword!
Nice fluid motions...
He knew how to take advantage of openings as they presented themselves which was something any fighter could appreciate. But it also lead to the question of; could he create more of them? What was the limit he could do with those Crescent blades of his?
More questions that would only be answered with what he was going to do next of course...
K could not afford to look at Iko as a hypothetical evaluation target: even as she thought that, the Ankomon had already moved onto the next step. After all, his specialty did not lie in blades, but in the manipulation of shadows and darkness.
Right here, standing point-blank in front of the Leomon? Their shadows had already intersected.
Of course, K would counter - and Iko was more-or-less expecting that blade to follow through. As K held the blade in her right, he rolled his left arm back with the blow, gritting his teeth as he felt the weight of that heavy blade sink in. In that same moment, however, K would feel the ground beneath both of them grow very hot - his own shadow, and the shadow beneath her feet, igniting into a black fire.
A fire that would quickly work to try and snake up the Leomon's legs! Burning Darkness!
Of course, there was also the matter of K's follow-up: rather than try and stay right in front of her, the wolf would lower his head, and try and slip around her left side in a tight circle around. He wanted to stick very close to his opponent, it seemed!
K wasn't aware that the digimon in front of her practiced far more than just simple blade work. She wasn't honestly aware at how much of an advantage the wolf had in the sort of situation that let him play around with shadows of all things! So here she was unaware of that advantage as their shadows intersected.
The leomon wasn't really happy when she felt her blade sink in; she was more curious to wonder what his follow through was going to be. However not a moment later she would feel his rebuttal as the ground beneath the both of them grew very hot. Enough to the point where the white leomon would flinch in pain. How she loathed the bite of flames.
It snaked up around her legs easily; she wasn't fast enough to dodge shadows that were already touching her. The Leomon wasn't even phased by the fact that he'd duck under her follow up. If he could stay within the reach of her sword well... It would be over.
Running her hand along her blade she'd mutter out a phrase that had a profound effect on her blade itself. Warping and twisting the length of metal went from being equivalent to a bastard sword to something much smaller such as that of a short sword. It grew lighter and it's reach dipped but the fact of the matter was that it was much more suited to close range.
Even with the wolf closer than she'd like she'd twist on her left foot and bring her smaller blade downwards in a simple stabbing motion to catch him in the side. If she let him the Ankomon would pick her apart.
Right now, the momentum was clearly in Iko's favor. The Ankomon had managed to get a deep cut across the opposing Leomon's torso and - of course - that shadowfire flowing up her legs wasn't going anywhere soon.
Of course, he didn't expect K to yield just from that. The fight had just started, after all, and at this point, Iko was interested in seeing what K would do to deal with the situation at hand. To his surprise, it was the blade itself: made shorter and faster, she could much more easily swipe right at the wolf's side, and more easily throw away attacks. That quick slash forced an answer out of the wolf, Iko bringing his left arm up at an awkward angle to let that smaller sword connect with his Crescent Blade.
Like that, he would attempt a 'hold', putting more weight into that arm to try and bring K to a draw. More to the point, he kept one foot deep in the Leomon's shadow, continuing to channel the 'Burning Darkness' as long as he could manage.
She's thinking too light. Internally, Iko gave a sigh: She's too used to blades. Last I checked, 'Leomon' didn't rely so much on tools...
It wasn't much of a surprise to her to see that the fight was going in Iko's favor here. Perhaps it had to do with the fact she wasn't very polished with this form or perhaps it had to do that he likely had more battle experience than she did? No. Fishing for reasons would just irritate her and the shadowfire that was flowing up her legs was making it somewhat agonizing. She really loathed the flames something fierce, enough to where it brought an honest to god snarl from her lips from the pain.
He had to awkwardly parry her attack while posed in such a manner that wouldn't be good for him. Especially not in the sense of the way they were fighting. Though the attempted hold that he'd put down made her notice just how close he was and just how he was positioned. Narrowing her eyes a little bit she'd follow suit with something that every Leomon had. She had even seen canton use it on a rowdy bandit that had passed through the town before.
Her fist was quickly bathed in fire and the Leomon-x brought her free hand in a nasty left hook attempting to hit the side of the wolf as he 'held' out. With any luck it'd force him away from her and she could open up with something else. The pain from the fire reminded her somewhat of the time from the train; even as she pushed the unwanted memory away it kept rearing it's ugly head.
Almost as the Ankomon gave that thought, K's free hand was bathed in flame, that annoyed growl evident as those words rumbled out to him. Having anchored himself against the smaller sword, Iko grit his teeth.
As before, the black flame answered his call, streaming up his own frame to cover his free arm. That wouldn't stop the attack outright, however: the sheer force of that punch met that arm, raised to block, sending the Ankomon back several feet.
Skidding on his feet, he managed to catch himself, an annoyed twitch entering his eye. Through that whole exchange, he'd kept track of K's expression.
Her annoyance. Her fear. Her distraction. Rather than poise himself to look for another opening, Iko gave a low, calm breath out.
"Are you even looking at me?"
At those low words, the shadow beneath his feet flared once more, the dark fire blazing in front of him, leaving the wolf behind it, in K's vision, a wavering form, obscured by the heat.
It wasn't really surprising to her that he managed to block her straightforward punch. After all anyone could see it coming a mile away; this form was anything but discreet. Taking a moment she'd pat herself down looking somewhat agitated by the males that had engulfed her legs.
She really hated fire
It was something ironic as she had several fire based moves but with the train. Her inn and several other fights where fire was the main course really put it into perspective that perhaps not only did she hate fire; she was probably somewhat afraid of it for what it had done to her. She could still remember her chest, her face, her right arm and even her legs hurting to move as she healed from that laborious fight that had left a friend of hers in a bad way as well.
Her ears flicked forward at Iko's words and she'd stare at him. A rebuttal starting but faltering halfway through as the dark fire blazed in front of him. She could feel the inside of her gauntlet getting cold from the sweat and the leomon brought that hand to rub her eyes.
Sovereigns above did she loathe it.
With a slow exhale the leomon spun her blade around in her hand looking somewhat out of sorts. She had been focused so much on the flames she had panicked, remembering something from the past that brought up a dreadful sort of reaction to Iko's flames. It was even harder to look at him as that wavering form but it didn't stop her simple answer; the tone of which was soft and somewhat sad at the fact.
At K's admittance, at her fearful response, even at that twirl of her sword, Iko found his fangs brought to snarl at the thought. It was now plainly clear what he saw in front of him. And though he would normally respect her fear, right now? It was a hindrance.
"Tch. If I were one of those 'forces' you're so apt to stop, you'd already be craving at me feet." He didn't lighten the flames to make a 'fair spar', not did he try and comfort her weakness. "If you're serious about this. If you're serious about the Knights, of your mission, then show me."
With that, the fire crept up his sides. His blades vanished, as he let both his right and left arms be coated in the same, searing flame. "Keep your head up, lead, and fight!"