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Command - War Game [Plot Arc 4-B; 2/2]
D-Reaper Scout
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 5, 2019 0:45:18 GMT
The Chaosdramon could see it: sparks of light in the distance, as the bullets collided cleanly with Cion's shield in the distance. This time, the Arniomon didn't dodge it - and she didn't confidently return an attack of her own. But then again, the machine-type himself was in about the same state: with no chest armor and the cannons on its back sparking to the point of questionable usefulness, it wasn't as if he had much left in reserves. Heck, the machine couldn't even turn its head to one side without a visible spark flickering out of its frame.
It knew the situation very well, just as much as the Arniomon did. Neither really had the chance to run, and each one of them was saving for one last strike. The arrow that sank into his main cannon only confirmed this fact.
Cooling System De-Activated.
Diverting all power from main cannon.
Suspending Defensive Grid.
Routing all power to leg systems.
Each display came up in a mere second, the red lines surrounding its frame vanishing entirely. Halfway through Cion's sentence, the Chaosdramon tore forth, with far more speed than his previous charge, the damage from his frame protesting with bright sparks with every step. None of that mattered: sighting that glowing target, the Chaosdramon would advance, one more time, in an effort to slam his larger claw - or even his entire body weight - against that struggling fennec.
Fladramon might have been hurting with those spider bites, but comparatively, it was much more painful to be on the other end of that truck. The Dokunemon that remained was simply lucky to be alive after all that - and as she was plucked up, she returned that partial comment:
"Heh. You're a playful one yourself. You actually did it..." He blew up the forest around them, of his own accord! Few mere goodie-two-shoes would have gone this far, so the insect could at least respect her grit. Not only that, but the Fladramon had managed to locate the statue.
The question remained, if he even knew what the importance of this statue was - and that might very well be very important. Though the Owlmon had retreated to a perimeter, the bird might notice something cutting through that circle of fire - a Wizardmon, which had broken off from a different group. Through some means, probably a barrier, the fire itself skirted around him, the sorcerer quickly making his way to the center of that now-burnt-out clearing, approaching opposite the side of the machine's climactic fight.
He'd stop, a good ten yards away from the dragon - at the very least, he was wary of the source of that explosive fire. "I must say, I wasn't expecting this..." The Wizardmon's eyes flickered briefly down to the statue, before flicking back to the Fladramon. "My apologies, I simply had to see the source of the fire, but it appears you aren't 'marked' like the rest." With a somewhat hurried, professional tone, he pressed on: "What can you tell me of the situation here?"
Chaosdramon redirects all power to his physical functions.
Defensive grid is offline.
Giga Death Cannon is offline. |
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Post by Cion on Jan 9, 2019 22:19:25 GMT
Although Cion was not absolutely sure, it almost looked like as if her adversary's body was beginning to collapse from damage. The Chaosdramon's red barrier ceased to be while sparks of destroyed machinery whizzed around its frame, similar to the electricity of a broken conductor. No longer sporting any powerful armor and in a state of total frenzy, the titanic slave rushed towards her, clearly intending to end it all with a big bang. Unfortunately for it, though bruised and jaded, she refused to be a mere soccer ball which anticipated the next kick. Taking in a deep breath, the incandescent beast narrowed her aureate eyes. Carefully she observed the movement of the approaching monstrosity that cared for nothing else than her destruction - a mindless pawn of the vile D-Reaper's cataclysmic ambitions. However, she had no intention of allowing a dark future of vitiation to occur for as long as she existed and was capable of fighting. The many bonds with amiable people she had forged, the experiences made, the dreams she desired to turn into reality... only her complete deletion would indirectly permit her to abandon them. Her own volition did not, hence it was either her or the crimson parasite and its forces. In the very instant that the ginormous machine attempted to strike her down or literally overrun her, the unleashed Arniomon's semi-corporeal vessel of golden flames and primordial essence flared up violently. With a mighty leap she traversed a rapid arc above her opponent, quickly arriving diagonally over its head. Forcing herself to instantly stop, Cion floated in midair as the previously accumulated energy was channeled into her small paws. As they were engulfed in a radiant, iridescent surge, she gazed at the fiend with the graveness of a protective mother who defended her cubs. "Begone." The ancient sentinel commanded firmly as she released another violent pulse. Exactly as before, a thundering echo permeated the forest while swift bolts of primal elements tore through the air in an effort to rid the digital world off the villain once and for all. Where they struck, the front of the back, for as long as they collided with an exposed spot, was of no concern to the vulpine leader of ASCENSION. If it was some solace, her necessary mercilessness was not born out of personal animosity. She understood the situation fully, which was precisely why unrelenting commitment was required.
Battle Log:
Passive:
- Numen Aeternum: Reduced Physical Strength - Increased Maximum Health, Defenses and Pain Threshhold.
Move:
- Cion uses 'Elemental Discreation' against @chaosdramon
- Cion does not utilize Combat-Passive Ability 'Elysian Sanction'.
Buffs:
1) /
2) /
Debuffs:
1) /
2) /
Active Effects On Enemies:
- Enemies Struck by Elysian Sanction:
1) Slightly reduced speed and mobility + small stacking shock damage (per lodged javelin)
- Chaosdramon:
1) 1 or 1 Ethereal Javelins
2) /
3) /
4) /
Cion's Cooldowns:
1) Kismet Blessing: 2/2
2) Empyreal Intervention: 1/3
3) -
4) -
5) Garden Of Eden: 0/3
Ability Durations:
1) -
2) -
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 12, 2019 21:38:49 GMT
Cion still had a bit left in the tank.
The Chaosdramon watched, eyes flicking upward as Cion made her ascent - easily putting herself out of range of the machine type's obvious path. The confidence and tone in her following actions were quite pointed as well, building up a massive amount of energy between her paws. That stance, that utter assurance of victory...
... Perhaps it paled in the face of true desperation. The Chaosdramon was far from able to avoid the brunt of the assault, and perhaps would not last past the attack. It knew very well what his condition was thanks to his display - but if all was lost, there simply wasn't a point in backing down. Just as that attack was commanded, the Chaosdramon tensed his full power into his legs, and forced his body upwards - right towards Cion - in one impressive leap. Both arms were raised, soon battered and made inoperable by the multi-faceted blast, but that didn't matter.
This battered ball of Chrome Digzoid was now a cannonball, one that threatened to run straight through the spiritual cat that hang suspended in the air.
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Post by Cion on Jan 15, 2019 17:42:26 GMT
As the fires of her vigor began to flicker from exhaustion, Cion's aureate eyes opened wide with shock in realization that her adversary had managed to endure her relentless assault. It was an incredible, almost unbelievable feat considering its current lack of vitality, which rendered her utterly devastated. The mindless slaves of the equally as unheeding crimson parasite truly were fatally persevering, were they not? Baring her barely visible ripper teeth, the unleashed Arniomon realized that the 'living' cannonball heading straight at her was bound to collide with her. Dodging out of the way was no option. Thankfully, that was not the only one at her disposal. Taking in a deep breath, the vulpine sentinel frowned and channeled the power of her apex form into her paws. Within the blink of an eye a gleaming flash claimed her temporary ascendancy, leaving behind a quite unassuming yet energetic, silver fox. "I will not falter!" The unyieldingly fervent leader of ASCENSION bellowed before throwing both of her arms forward. Aiming at the incoming Chaosdramon, a familiar, translucent aura formed itself in a massive cone in front of her. Space-time, if not reality itself, contorted violently, nearly to the point of tearing apart completely. Groaning perpetually, Cion beheld from the outside how the very fabric of the digital realm bend to her will, if merely ever so slightly. The focus and energy this empowered version of her 'Natural Law Break' was certainly conceivable by those who watched from the ouside. However, her impetus was clear as day as well. No matter the opposition the ancient soul faced, she refused to surrender who she was and her dreams to it. If her defiance, passion and ambitions necessitated the distortion of gravity and primordial forces to properly counteract an intense advance against her... then she was gladly willing to pay the price.
Battle Log:
Passive:
- Numen Aeternum: Reduced Physical Strength - Increased Maximum Health, Defenses and Pain Threshhold.
Move:
- Cion is no longer unleashed, losing a part of her power
- Cion uses 'Natural Law Break' to decelerate @chaosdramon
- Cion does not utilize Combat-Passive Ability 'Elysian Sanction'.
Buffs:
1) /
2) /
Debuffs:
1) /
2) /
Active Effects On Enemies:
- Enemies Struck by Elysian Sanction:
1) Slightly reduced speed and mobility + small stacking shock damage (per lodged javelin)
- Chaosdramon:
1) 1 or 1 Ethereal Javelins
2) /
3) /
4) /
Cion's Cooldowns:
1) Natural Law Break: 0/3
2) Empyreal Intervention: 2/3
3) -
4) -
5) Garden Of Eden: 1/3
Ability Durations:
1) Natural Law Break: 1/1
2) -
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 16, 2019 18:05:37 GMT
It wasn't clear if the Chaosdramon could even hear what Cion was saying, or even feel the effect of the superimposed field of gravity on his frame. There was no response: no roar, no mechanical click, not even a flick of those glazed-over eyes in Cion's direction. That enhanced gravity would have an impact on the Chaosdramon's momentum...
... But for how massive the mech was, it was the equivalent of trying to use a tennis racquet against a bowling ball.
Undoubtedly, it helped: as that machine crashed against its target, it would be with only about half of the momentum it had before, but it would still be a sizeable - but survivable - amount of damage. Careening forth, it wouldn't take long for the Chaosdramon to slam and pin the Arniomon against the ground. It was with some blessing, however, that the machine simply couldn't hold its form for that long. Mere feet from impact, that powerful form would glow bright, and collapse to a much smaller shape. Instead of leaving a crater with Cion at the bottom, the Arniomon would instead find herself pinned by the spirit wielder (X).
He was rendered limp and unconscious from the bout, completely exhausted of energy, his D-Tector clenched in his right hand. On the back of his left, Cion might notice a small, black mark, as if burned in with ink.
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Post by Cion on Jan 19, 2019 15:21:49 GMT
For a moment, pure shock penetrated the gentrified fox's fervent mind, realizing that her gravitational distortion had not sufficed to hold the incoming beast at bay. With wide eyes and an exposed maw, Cion felt the titanic frame of the Chaodramon collide with her own, tiny one. As if struck by a moving train, the air was forced out of her lungs, previous defiance and suavity replaced by breathless groans. And as the pain seared the silver sentinel's body, there was merely a sole, grave thought lingering inside her head - survival.
However, just as she was mustering the volition to overexert her endurance and constitution further, the ongoing clash abruptly ended. A familiar white light engulfed her adversary, its weight removed and no longer affecting her, revealing the source of today's destruction to be... "Human?" She gasped, admittedly feeling bafflement, if not trepidation, due to the unveiling.
Regardless, as the two of them fell, the restrained Arniomon made notice of her approaching the ground thanks to the surrounding flora shifting in place. Instead of attacking, she channeled her remaining willpower within the blink of an eye to briefly activate her ability to fly winglessly. This assured a somewhat more gentle landing for her and the young man. Unfortunately, even with the grassy soil, it was far from comfortable.
After long moments of repose, Cion chose to open her aureate eyes again, becoming witness of the boy who was pinning her to the floor. Deciding that this was not a cozy position to remain in since she preferred to nestle to a dearly beloved, she gently lifted the lad off of her with the force of her will. Sighing, it was with pained moans that the small fennec sat up, heavy breaths undoing the glade's tranquility. Though to be fair, the havoc around them was hardly peaceful. Hopefully, local digimons would be able to restore the damage done quickly.
Exhaling through her snub nose, she shifted her gaze to her vanquished foe and the brand he had on the back of his left hand. Was it truly possible that the D-Reaper was capable of possessing spirits, or actually the inhabitants of Earth as well? What a dismal notion. Yet the question remained what influence had prevailed over the male's freewill. Was he but a slave sleeping, or had his defeat freed him from the crimson parasite's avaricious claws? There was only a single way to find out...
... hence it was calmly that she nudged his shoulders - while taking a glance at the device he had in his grasp. Perhaps it had something to it that granted insight and understanding.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 19, 2019 20:23:19 GMT
Cion might not have known it, but she was certainly playing with fire. That brand was, and remained, the source of the spirit wielder's controlled fury, and the mere shifting of form wasn't enough to wrestle the spell's control away from him.
He was easily hoisted off of her frame, rolling onto his back as he was pushed aside, leaving Cion free reign to move. Currently out of it, the spirit wielder remained largely unresponsive as he first landed back-first into the mud. Thankfully, a mere nudge against his shoulder was not enough to rouse him from his state of unconsciousness, and the D-Tector didn't show any signs of tampering, though it did show a lack of power, likely due to the immense fight that preceded her musings.
Cion could try and rouse him from his forced slumber, leave him as she was, or make a blind guess and try to remove the mark. Right now, the ball was in her court.
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Post by Cion on Jan 20, 2019 9:21:00 GMT
Not a single sign of motion, nor anything that might indicate that the vile parasite was currently affecting the unconscious yet alive boy. The sole thing that was peculiar, aside from the swaths of destruction that tainted the beautiful glade, was the dark sigil on his hand. Perhaps a fool was willing to tempt fate by playing with things beyond their comprehension, but Cion had learned from her experiences quite well. The influence of the D-Reaper was all-consuming, and she had nearly suffered the same bane. Thankfully, this angst-inducing now had the chance to be the key to solving the present issue.
It took the battered and bruised fox a couple of moments to muster the strength to get back up on her feet, though the process was far from easy and free of pain. Accepting the certainty that she clobbering she had received by the Chaosdramon would not be something to processed quickly, it was with sharp moans and a weary gaze that she slowly untied the small, green scarf around her neck. With the Infini-Store at her disposal, it did not take long for ASCENSION's 'Team Comm Link' to manifest itself, ready to fulfill its intended purpose.
"Vertigo? Contact K immediately. Alarm Level Crimson. We need her dearest Dr. Mikemon." She instructed firmly before taking a grave glance at the motionless human. Although regaining her outer poise, within she was shaking to the very core. If merely one foe could be this great of a threat, what would an army be? What would become of her dream... she... she felt nothing but odium for what did not align with her aspirations.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 20, 2019 19:38:46 GMT
The comms would serve their intended purpose, but not exactly in the way Cion intended. As she gave her order to Vertigo, she wouldn't hear a reply through her earpiece - in fact, all that would return was a rush of static and disarray. One might think that her request had simply failed, perhaps to a defective piece of equipment, but a mere ten seconds later, a blue portal would appear, Dr. Mikemon quickly analyzing the situation.
He was prepared to follow protocol, demanding to see the hands of everyone in the area, but he was taken aback by the sight. "Cion?" The two were mere acquaintances at best, but even by proxy through K, the godly cat wouldn't so easily be mistaken. He wasn't distracted for long, his eyes snapping to that fallen spirit wielder. Careful inspection revealed that mark to him, Mikemon letting out an audible 'tsk' as he set out to work. Pressing both paw down, the dark tendrils of his 'Shadow Stitching' enveloped the spirit wielder's tainted hand.
"Sorry for the communication interference. Terminus has laid out a defensive field to intercept and jam more common radio frequencies. The only open one is the main emergency response line." That said, he would peg in, holding one finger to his ear: "Medic to Command, I have one... no, sorry, two patients inbound for Whitewater Medical," he gave a nod, looking towards the pained Cion. "Right... right, four minutes, eight seconds. Roger."
He put away that link, and continued to work on that mark, just as the sky darkened and a heavy rainfall poured through the canopy.
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Post by Cion on Jan 21, 2019 17:45:55 GMT
Phew... Cion had heard about excellent customer service, but in spite of the initial worries her guest hyperbolized it and only required seconds to arrive through a portal. Though she would have gladly voiced her astonishment and amazement, the silver fennec was too forworn and pained to muster the strength to do so. Instead she nodded weakly, a faint smile gracing her manky muzzle. "Doctor..." She said calmly before taking a weak step backward, enabling her cherished, wise acquaintance to proceed with his investigation. If anyone was erudite enough to help the poor boy and find a means to vanquish the D-Reaper for good... then it was him.
For a moment, the restrained Arniomon sighed and wondered where the mysterious marksman of a partner was. It appeared that this unknown individual refused to coming up to meet her, which was a great shame. Any sentinel of commonweal was a person she wished to consider a friend and ally. Unfortunately, today and after a strenuous clash, this little spark of felicity was denied to her. Truth be told she had not expected anything, but a pleasant surprise was still appreciated. Then again, considering the presence of the feline companion, perhaps she was simply asking for too much at once.
Shifting her focus and gaze back to Mikemon, the vulpine leader of ASCENSION cautiously listened to what the fine academic sought to voice. "No reason to be sorry, dear." She kindly tossed aside sentiments of regret, shaking her head firmly if merely briefly. As for Whitewater Medical... yeah, Cion would not mind a small amount of restoration from a healer, although her curiosity regarding the unconscious lad was far greater. Hopefully, the information they receive could be utilized to end the inbound cataclysm.
Before that however, the tiny fox had a favor to return. Closing her aureate eyes and stepping close to the other two individuals, she folded her arms and quietly meditated while standing. If nothing else, then her force of will would at least protect her former adversary and the dearly beloved of a treasured paragon from the heavy rain.
[Exit]
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 22, 2019 1:30:14 GMT
If anything, the archer was an unsung hero here: the arrows struck into the machine's neck were enough to keep the Chaosdramon from fully utilizing its arsenal. It was no exaggeration that such a beast might've rivaled or even surpassed the dragonic threat growing in the center of the forest. If the mechanical menace managed to overpower her and meet up at the center?
There might have been no hope left at all.
Mikemon continued treating his newfound patient, Cion able to watch as those dark tendrils turned to thin shadows, striking as a myriad of tiny needles that worked deep into the mark. It wasn't enough to merely scratch away - no, what the doctor did was more akin to removing a tattoo. It took a few minutes, but he would eventually pull his hand back, the only evidence that the mark ever existed being a worn, swollen redness on the back of his hand. Like that, Mikemon would take a moment to rest, letting his forepaws press against his knees as he gathered his breath.
"Press through it, kitty..." Mikemon groaned, mostly to himself, as that timer finally clicked past five minutes. Once more, he raised that device, a portal cut open through the air. The doctor carefully hoisted the unconscious man up, nodding for Cion to lead the way on through.
The rest, well... that was up to them.
[Exit]
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