Command - Pillaging Angel [Plot Arc 4-A; 2/2]

"You hurt.... you hurt..."

It did not take long for the newly awakened Cherubimon to raise from his fallen state, his feet soon brought beneath him as he stood tall, his now expressionless face staring down at both the Tactimon and Durandamon. The latter had become a blade for the former, the two coming at full force to try and stop the angel. But their attacks were still focused on that hand. They were, perhaps, trying to save the Cherubimon, but such a flippant move was all too easy to predict, the Cherubimon only having to pull his arm back to avoid that downward swing.

Which, of course, would leave him right in front of the dark angel.

"You hurt... you hurt... Youhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurtyouhurt...

Y̵̺̓ő̶͎̥ụ̷́̈ ̸̺̕h̵̗̯̔̕ù̴̻r̶͎͎̆t̷̫̝̏.̶̱̠͑.̶̣̤̋̽.̵̠̺̋͆..."

The marked hand gained a fierce, bright glow, crimson electricity dancing right off of his hand - and, in his other palm, a stark red ball of formless energy appeared, once more intent on drawing in his two adversaries. As for how he'd keep them from grounding themselves?

That 'marked' hand let out a sharp discharge, aimed in the twins' general direction!

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Eva, meanwhile, was caught in a fight for her life against a skilled hunter of the woods, enough to even break through the front plate of his rather capable opponent. He gave a hiss, almost like a chuckle, but quickly regained his stance as the fox managed to stay up on her feet.

Had the Snimon not pressed hard enough? The insect continued to pursue, effectively hunting his mark as it sprinted forth to try and cut the distance. The grenade lobbed above was, honestly, something the insect didn't expect. He was a forest denizen, after all - such a complex weapon was beyond him! He ducked down, only for the battle-hardened insect to be hit with heavy shrapnel, forced down into a front somersault before tumbling messily into the earth.

... But he stood. His carapace was heavily damaged, and his back heavily in phase, but his attention was cleanly on the Renamon. Now he was in too deep.

Now he needed Eva's data, to stabilize himself. After he would regain his footing, he'd once more push himself fiercely in the fox's direction, intent on slashing right through her midsection!

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The Cheribimon's garbled message hung confused in the air. In one moment, Cloak was struck heavily by that lightning blast - but in the second, he was gone. For the briefest moment, it seemed that the only familiar one still standing there was the doctor... but then he felt it.

A sharp blow, right between his shoulder-blades, enough to make the monster stagger. Had he just been a Cherubimon - had he not taken this ascended form - that would have been more than enough to floor the monster. But as it was not a blade, as Cloak continued to play defensively, the angel slowly turned his head to face the Tactimon...

... Only to have that healing light strike right at the back of his exposed arm! He gave a confused growl, but the healing had some effect - the hand itself writhing slightly, the veil of the D-Reaper peeling back to reveal that desperate, pulsing mark. The target was made clear, yes, but the guess was off: why would the mark be considered 'damage' in the first place? Instead, his full attention was on Cloak. Though the Clockmon card's efforts did slow him down, Cassandra might be cursing that silver border, as the beast managed to direct his palms backwards, both palms facing the Tactimon: a red core created in his right hand, and a normal, black one in his left, both intent on drawing that swordsman in...

... As tears began to stream down the Cherubimon's face.

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Fortunately, it wouldn't be long until Cassandra once more received her unseen teammate. Though the Snimon had done surprisingly well simply barreling forth as a feral monster, his lack of knowledge of the Renamon's weapons cost him at the end. That tackle was met right with a pointed metal stick, and with one pull, the Snimon's head was rattled. Rattled, and shattered, the armored carapace falling into the grass below, as the beast took several staggering steps backward, before collapsing into a pathetic pile of data.

Though battered, Eva was fine - it was a mere Champion that tried to take her, after all. But had the situation gone too far to salvage?

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