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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 29, 2020 2:49:27 GMT
"Most likely, the Duskmon's dragging her to the center of the nest... and judging by the look of things, your partner's more feral than I thought he'd be." She gave a 'tsk' - but more to the point, it also meant that the SaintMeramon was going the wrong way. The Witchmon pointed back over her shoulder, slightly off to Desmond's right, whereas the fiery mega was running off to the left.
Where he was going was where the PetalDramon was killed, after all - there was no guarantee that he'd even be going the right way. And as for Desmond's second question?
"Right, you're asking me to take a frail little human to the center of all of this. Mittens." That last word wasn't a non-sequitur - the ghostly cat would slip off of the sorceress' shoulder, and perch right onto Desmond's. "Once the boy collects his pet, kindly show them off in the right direction, will you? I'll go ahead and alert the rest of the group."
Yup, that was the Dark Area specialty. The Witchmon would sit on her broom, and glide over to the battlefield that Desmond and Demi sprinted away from, as the spirit cat gave a chuckle on his shoulder.
The Witchmon wasn't wrong with her directions, though. As the SaintMeramon came upon that spot with the glow... he'd find nothing. Maybe a scrap of fractal code or two in the air, but there wasn't a sign of the attacker or the attacked. Who fought, who fell, and why? Well, the Witchmon knew - as did Desmond now - but Demi would be temporarily blind to the situation. Dio might have wanted to have more confidence in himself.
Was the leverage the best? No, but he had one element that the Calmaramon lacked with that: surprise. She expected and braced for many things: another energy blast, lashing out with his chains, striking with those claws... but to suddenly draw a weapon from her blind spot? The Knightmon's weapon struck deep into her flank, as the watery beast failed to brace herself for the strike, and the Red Mode slipped away from her frame in shock.
... That didn't mean she was out for the count, though. The grapple would start to hurt less for Dio, as a different sort of venom dripped from the Calmaramon's lips. In her right hand, she created a spear of ice, more powerful than the first one she threw:
"YOU FIRST!"
And, in a more desperate attempt than before, she'd slam it down, intent on trying to pierce the demon through the chest, head-on.
... She wasn't subtle at all, was she? Was help coming? Or was the Duskmon just trying to hasten the effort, regardless?
It mattered little. A combination of subversion and stalling from the dark spirit's allies pushed back the assistance well enough, as they would finally enter a clearing - and Silence would finally see their target. A white marble, a few meters in diameter, hanging about ten feet off the ground. This kernel was intentionally kept low, for the sole purpose of concealing its position from the attackers.
This also prevented the nest from expanding rapidly - it had to rely on the help of weaker agents and its willful guardians to spread. But, this close to the center, there would be no such concern or limit.
Even so, there was only one agent there, guarding the nest...
ADR-07: Paratice Head The Empty Fighter
"A shame..." The Duskmon growled. "You, fox, would have made a fine agent all your own - but the process would not complete, not before your friends could intervene."
The agent took notice. Back arched, it would lumber its way towards the pair, and would extend its arm out. Duskmon's grip tightened around the scruff of the Renamon, as that palm was held out to the pair, beak clicking open.
"So becoming this one's voice will have to do."
His voice was cold - and lifting the fox up, he'd step in, and give one forceful shove. No tact - he simply tried to push her right past the open beak of the Paratice Head's palm!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2020 3:00:31 GMT
She felt the hollow ringing of her breath through her frame; the gluttonous feel of her body slugglishly trying to heal itself. The natural way. She couldn’t just use her aura in front of an enemy, she knew that. But she had taken a lot of damage and rather than being in one section it was spread about. Slowing the efforts.
Seeing the target of this entire thing right in front of her made the renamon’s arm jerk, there was no power behind it and no direction. She could not call on any energy and there was a soft groan as she knew that far too late. It was maybe ten feet above them, which was a smart thing to do. Especially knowing what was going on around them.
However seeing the guard that they had made the fox’s eyes widen considerably. Darkened as her vision was the massive agent was… Well. It was far bigger than the horn striker and it had a much bigger reach. She’d tilt her head back to look up… up and up. She could hear the duskmon and she’d turn her head slightly.
”Wait… you can’t be serious..”
The agent approached and the renamon felt a cold chill run through her body. He wanted her to be an agent all her own; one that would get to see their foes and meet them on the field of battle. But that proccess probably took too long. The renamon called on what little strength she had to struggle. Grabbing at the duskmon’s arm again.
But she was lifted easily and her flailing did nothing to slow him down. Having that one forceful shove was easy enough, it’s not like she could move her legs all too well and she’d stumble into the area that was beyond that of the paratice’s palm.
There was an agonizing moment. An utterly agonizing moment and flash of red in her eyes. She couldn’t let this happen; she couldn’t but it was far too late for that! She felt her bodies weight work against herself and she’d flop onto the ‘ground’ of whatever was past the beak with a growl. There was no hatred, no venom. Just a single statement before the beak likely snapped shut.
”I’m going to kill you.”
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jan 29, 2020 3:58:54 GMT
Carlos bit his lip hard enough for it to start to bleed a little. Why wasn't this Calmaramon falling?! It was like she was dead set on dragging his partner down to hell and back with her, regardless of what happened to her in the process. When he saw the glinting object appearing on her hand however, the man's heart sunk immediatelly. "No, stop!" But there wasn't anything he could do to stop said spear from being plunged into the Belphemon's chest. Dio's eyes widened as he let out a cry, a scream of pure unadulterated suffering as the spike dug deep into his chest, the cold frozen water chilling him down to the bone, his entire body flickering in and out, trembling for a moment. His claws would almost pitifully try to scratch at the ice spear, uselessly attempting to grab a hold of it to...what? Try and take it out? Even he knew that was beyond his capabilities now, as he could feel all his strenght being drained away, as if the newly made hole in his chest was leaking his very being out into the world. He still had a small amount of strenght left however, and he made sure to use it: on his free hand, a small torrent of flames would converge into a shape, similar in form to the one she had just stabbed him with. Dio tightly clutched his hand around the flaming spear, and pushing his last remaining ounce of strenght behind his arm he'd shove the weapon as deep as he could muster into the side of Calmaramon's frame. As soon as he did that however? For all intents and purposes, he was finished. His arms fell limp to the sides, his entire body once again flickering with a dull glow as the Belphemon's frame shrinked, only stopping when he was once again "small" enough to handily fit into the Calmaramon's tentacles, though not on the same shape she had been throwing around for the past minutes. The Devidramon let out a weak groan, the light in his eyes growing fainter as he looked up once more to the squid woman with all the same hatred yet none of the fire from moments prior. It was nothing short of a miracle he held on to such a higher form still, almost as if he was only keeping himself from fully reverting into Rookie level out of sheer spite, like that would do a difference. Well, it did to him. It made this not a complete and utter defeat...even if there was nothing he could do now to stop her from ending him. Well, nothing Dio could do at least. If the sudden flash of light behind Calmaramon was not enough of a warning, what came next would probably be enough. "LEAVE.HIM.ALONE!!!" The draconic twin roared out rushing into the Calmaramon not as a Wargrowlmon, but as Hadesmon, the sheer rage, anger and protective instinct blocking out everything else in Gio's mind as his fiery blue frame lunged forward, aiming to collide against the agent at full speed and, if succesful, would stand his ground above his brother, his body shielding the prone and barely conscious dragon beneath him. Dio uses Lance of Erebus before falling to Calmaramon's attack and devolving back to Champion level. Gio charges her with Dark Comet and is very, very angry.
[RAM Upgrade Giga Passive] Axon Charge: Due to Gio’s rather odd upbringing and traces of his old demon lord data, his body and very core react to physical trauma in an different way. On top of an increased tolerance to pain, every time Gio receives damage from a named move he stores a part of the attack’s energy within him, giving him a charge. He can store up to five of these charges. Every charge gives him a 5% increase in damage to all of his named moves, though he loses a charge for every two turns without receiving damage. Furthermore he can spend all five charges to create a medium ranged explosion around him causing heavy damage to up to two targets, but can’t gain charges for the next two turns.
Axon Charges: 4/5 Damage increase: 20%
Dark Comet: After covering his whole body in pure blue energy Gio dashes at mach speed up to 100 feet away from his previous location. If he collides with any enemy it will stop Gio dead on his tracks, but deal medium damage to whoever he hit. 3 turn cooldown.
Lance of Erebus: After channeling dark flames into his hands Belphemon shapesthem into the form of a massive fiery spear that may be thrown up to 2000 feet, though it's accuracy drops with range. Deals heavy damage. Two posts cooldown.
Cooldowns:
Lance of Erebus (0/2)
HellGate: (2/3)
Red Volt (3/3)
Chains of Torment: (4/4)
Plasmic Salvo: (3/3)
Regenerative Field (4/5)
Dark Comet (0/3)
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jan 29, 2020 5:15:41 GMT
Of course Wicked wasn't going to carry him. He wanted here to carry him to his partner but she thought that he wanted to go into the den. But she did tell him where to go and Demi was not heading that way. Taking a second to look at Wicked as she went to alert the others, the blond tamer sighed and continue to run after the SaintMeramon. Desmond was now feeling quite stupid trying to outrun his giant partner. However, he did see Demi stop when he got close enough to see well, nothing at all. The Digimon lowered his head in defeat, whatever happened here was gone. And then, he heard a familiar voice calling his name. "Demi!" It was the voice of his tamer that was now a bit closer but still not quite next to him. The SaintMeramon would turn around to meet his tamer and crouched down. "Silence, she's in trouble." He managed to say with trying to catch his breath. "She is that way." The Frenchman pointed to his right and Demi instantly looked at the direction. The fire giant placed his left arm on the ground and Desmond climbed on it and sit on his arm. "Go!" And with that, Demi began making his way toward the right direction this time. Demi was trying to run as fast as he could now knowing that Silence was indeed in trouble. On the good side, she wasn't the one that died there. If only he knew how bad of a situation she got into. With the Evasion Protocol in motion, the fire giant was hoping that he could reach to Silence in time. Desmond was now clinging to the strap of his armor to not fall. The way that Demi was running made it harder to stay steady on the arm. None the less, he didn't have time to complain so he just held on that strap and wish for the best. Combat Log- Demi is now running in the right direction! - Desmond is on Demi's arm! - Demi Reforge Ability kicked in! Passive: Reforge: SaintMeramon can now regenerate his armor over time as his body of fire slowly reforged the armor from the inside. If he doesn't use an attack, SaintMeramon's health slowly heals by 5% every turn.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 29, 2020 5:58:39 GMT
The Calmaramon was too close to give up now.
It hurt: that flaming piece of metal pierced into her lower body, sinking deep into the flesh, and tearing away at the data. Honestly, the Calmaramon was on wits end herself... but, as she predicted, she outlasted her prey. The Devidramon laid limp, easily grasped in the Calmaramon's tentacles, as she managed a grin between her tired breaths.
"So cute... it almost feels bad to waste you on a repair job..." She'd chuckle, creating another spear in her left hand, ready to rend it right through the middle of Dio's frame - only for Gio to once more come to the rescue! The flash of light and the roar was enough to betray the dragon's intentions, but the enraged WarGrowlmon was more like a freight train than anything else - and the impact would send the Calmaramon tumbling away, Devidramon taken along for the ride. Her form would pulse somewhere in that tumble, a normal Ranamon tumbling over twice more, as Dio skidded further away.
She clenched her teeth, and managed to get back to her feet, both palms resting over her left knee. "T-tch... so close..." ”I’m going to kill you.”
"I've heard worse."
The Duskmon's retort was terse - not that it mattered at this point. Silence didn't even have the leeway to turn around, or even look over her shoulder. The beak shut behind her with an audible clack, and the Renamon would be left, stuck inside the agent. Paratice Head couldn't be classified as a normal creature: briefly, the fox might have felt herself held in some sort of opening, the walls around somewhat alive as they burned to the touch. But, in the next moment, the whole chamber shifted, closing right around the fox, trapping her in a red mass, similar to the material that bubbled up when the Horn Striker was regenerating.
She'd be pulled like that, further into the Paratice Head's arm, until she would be held right inside the D-Reaper agent's chest.Only then would the sensation lessen.
The Renamon wouldn't have access to her techniques. She'd barely be able to move, her body held suspended in that plaque, and there would be a constant, warm, burning sensation against her data frame.
And, after a few moments, she'd hear her own voice echo inside of her head.
"You've failed. Again." The Duskmon couldn't stand watch over the core directly, no. He felt another data signal surging closer, that of what seemed like a mega - and instead of letting him simply reach the den, the warrior of darkness would walk out to meet him, crimson blades held out the ready at each arm.
That hothead of a warrior came right in his direction, like a beacon he could see a mile away over the landscape. As he made his approach, the Duskmon calmly held his arms out to his side, and led with a powerful, long-range blast:
"Death's Gaze."
The central eye at his chest would blink, and then launch a powerful, concentrated laser of darkness energy, meant to collide right with the approaching SaintMeramon's chest. Simple, if not easy to anticipate or predict...
... Was the Duskmon taunting his target?
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jan 29, 2020 18:33:23 GMT
The hadesmon didn't slow down even as he collided with the Calmaramon, not even as he saw her devolve back to her Ranamon form or even seeing his brother being sent a good distance away once again, the black dragon falling limp on the ground without making a single attempt at stopping his fall or getting back up. No, Gio had a single goal in mind he would singlemindedly follow now: eliminating the threat in front of him with extreme prejudice. "I'LL KILL YOU. I'LL KILL YOU TO DEATH!" He'd make sure to try and make good on his rather "eloquent" threat, his clawed hands slashing at the air in front of him as a digitized claw far larger than the water spirit warrior would appear close to the Ranamon and aim to slash her as well. Where was Carlos during all this chaos? Well he had wasted no time in rushing to Dio's aid at full speed as soon as he saw the devidramon being at a safe enough distance away from the Ranamon. "Fucking hell..." The man muttered under his breath, grabbing at the demonic dragon's head with his hands and shaking it...well, as much as he could shake a head that was almost as big as half the man's body. "Dio, don't you dare black out on me now!"If there was anything he knew about his partner it was that appealing to his ego, even at such a dire time, was probably the easiest way to get his attention. As much as he would have loved to comfort his pained partner and let him have his rest, there was simply no time for that. He sighed, before glaring directly into the dragon's squinty eyes. "Don't tell me the Dark Lord is gonna let something like this stop him? Now wake the hell up, we aren't finished here, and neither are you!" The man said, riling and berating his partner. A bit cold perhaps but...he couldn't argue with the results! Almost as soon as he was done the dragon weakly opened his eyes and looked back at the man. Carlos let out a relieved sigh, but they weren't out of the woods yet. He quickly searched for something stuffed in one of the inner pockets of his jacket, and took out a small paper envelope. He opened and took out a pair of small glowing green leaves held by a cord. Truth be told, he didn't quite remember where he had gotten said leaves on the first place, but he was positive it had been as a reward from something, and that they were quite handy to keep around in the case of an emergency, as such he always brought a couple of them in every mission now, while leaving the rest stached at his home for safe keeping, obviously. With careful and delicate motions the man untied the cord and held the leaves close to the dragon's mouth. "Ok, good, so you can hear me. Now, please do your best to munch on these and swallow, alright?" He instructed, and after Dio gave a slow nod with his head in what he assumed (and hoped) was understanding, he'd let the leaves gently fall into the dragon's maw, the reptile immediatelly closing his mouth and loudly, if slowly munching on them for a moment. The effects began manifesting almost immediatelly, as the hole on the dragon's chest stopped leaking data and slowly began closing. Would it be enough to undo all the damage on his body? Unlikely, but it would have to keep him going for the time being.
Gio continues his assault on the Ranamon with, while Carlos attempts to heal some of Dio's injuries using one of his earned Artifacts, Ebonwumon's Grace
Ebonwumon's Grace (Strong Artifact]: An impossibly sweet set of tea leaves grown in the ancient Digital World, held on a strong cord. On use, the user is healed by 10% over three posts (30% total) and attacks gain the nature element. Three post duration, once per thread.
[RAM Upgrade Giga Passive] Axon Charge:
Due to Gio’s rather odd upbringing and traces of his old demon lord data, his body and very core react to physical trauma in an different way. On top of an increased tolerance to pain, every time Gio receives damage from a named move he stores a part of the attack’s energy within him, giving him a charge. He can store up to five of these charges. Every charge gives him a 5% increase in damage to all of his named moves, though he loses a charge for every two turns without receiving damage. Furthermore he can spend all five charges to create a medium ranged explosion around him causing heavy damage to up to two targets, but can’t gain charges for the next two turns.
Axon Charges: 3/5 Damage increase: 15%
Dark Claw – Rend: Summons a giant energy claw that slashes in a downward motion upon the enemy, dealing heavy damage if it connects. Can be summoned anywhere within a range of 50 feet of Gio, but it must be done within his range of vision. 3 turn cooldown.
Durations: Ebonwumon's Grace (0/3)
Cooldowns:
Lance of Erebus (1/2)
HellGate: (3/3)
Regenerative Field (5/5)
Dark Comet (1/3)
Dark Claw - Rend: (0/3)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2020 20:15:50 GMT
The renamon meant the words that she said; but it was doubtful at this moment that she’d be able to act on them. With the beak closing behind her, Silence was locked in or was captured or whatever you felt like describing this strange experience. She felt that strange opening that she was held in, with the burning on her arms or legs making her awkwardly shift. But she didn’t have much time before the entire chamber closed around her, she felt and saw that red mass; recognizing it from earlier and gritting her teeth.
She felt herself being moved, up up and up… Then in a larger.. Locale? It was hard to really tell where she was. She still felt that strange sensation; even if it was less it just… How could she explain this sensation? It was hard to explain. It was hard to understand even. She didn’t have access to her abilities, she wasn’t able to move very well and… Being suspended as she was there was that odd constant burning sensation against her body.
Then that echo in her head.
It surprised her; made her jerk a bit and she’d look around in confusion for a moment before addressing the voice. It was her voice but it spoke in such a way that it couldn’t be her. Could it? The renamon found herself laughing after a few moments.
”Hah! What else is new? Just give it sometime, I'll figure something out.”
The renamon leaned a bit, trying to move and shift in her ‘prison’ of sorts. She couldn’t do much and that was all right. But she had recovered enough to where she wasn’t loopy and it wasn’t hard to see anymore. Though she had to admit that she was in a bit of a pickle. What could she do to get out of it? What could she do to survive the situation at hand?
She'd try one of her techniques, the teleportation one. But it failed. She'd try calling her saberk. Failure again. The renamon gritted her teeth and tried to push out some of that galaxy nonsense... But nothing. She wasn't getting frustrated, she was more curious what was stopping her from using them. Locking abilities was difficult in the digital world even for a short time... and it was usually just one ability rather than all of them!
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jan 30, 2020 0:06:57 GMT
Finally, Desmond and Demi saw something after running in that direction. It was an evil looking Digimon though. The duo stopped for a moment to look at the Digimon with too many eyes. And then, before they could do anything, the Duskmon shot a beam of dark energy at them. "Forcefield!" The blond tamer shouted prompting Demi to use that ability. The SaintMeramon created a yellow forcefield around him large enough to protect him and his tamer from that attack. And just in time as well. Desmond couldn't help but to close his eyes as the forcefield barely had time to materialize to block that Death's Gaze. After a split second, the Frenchman opened his eyes and exhaled.
"Mittens, you can go now." He softly said to the spirit cat on his shoulder. Seeing that Demi can't move when he had the forcefield on, Desmond had to climb down of the eighteen feet giant by himself. Which was easier than he first thought. The yellow forcefield could still take at least another hit from that D-Reaper's ally before breaking. This moment of safety would be crucial to formulate a plan. Looking around, the blond tamer saw no sign of Silence. Not on his left or right. Where did she go? All he knew was that she was in trouble according to Wicked.
Desmond bit his lower lip as he now made his way slightly behind his partner. He had a feeling that wherever Silence was, she was certainly behind that Digimon. But he couldn't really see past the Duskmon so maybe he could be wrong. None the less, he now had to do one thing, defeat that Digimon with the evil eyes. The blond tamer only had one card left so he would have to use it wisely and right now was not the time. Using those precious seconds, Desmond then tried to get more information from that evil Digimon. "Where's Silence!?" He yelled out loud. He didn't really expect him to answer him truthfully but it was worth a try.
Meanwhile, Demi was still unable to move but he could still think. He was taller than Duskmon and those blades looked nasty. One could assume that Duskmon was programmed to close combat. However, the SaintMeramon strong point was behind in close combat. He knew that he would have to get closer no matter what. Desmond also saw how long those blades were and felt that being smaller, he might be more agile than his partner. But what other choice did they have but to press forward?
Desmond closed his eyes for second to think. There was really not much to do but to get close and hopefully, not get cut by those long blades. The Frenchman exhaled again and pointed at the Duskmon. "Demi." The blond tamer said while moving to his left and away from his giant partner. He could feel his heart beating like a drum in his chest.
"Charge." Demi would have to remove his forcefield first but he wanted to wait for just a second longer for his other shield to recharge and to see if Duskmon would answer his question. Although He did not expect much sincerity from the D-Reaper's ally.
Combat Log
- Demi uses his Forcefield Ability! [RAM Upgrade] Active: Forcefield: SaintMeramon still has his jewels of protection incrusted into his armor. The jewels can create a yellow forcefield around him large enough to include 1 to 4 Digimon or humans that are smaller than he is. This ability can reduce some of the damage it would normally take from most none physical attacks but anything close range and physical can pass through it. The forcefield can only take 1 attack from a Mega or two from an Ultimate or weaker before breaking. The forcefield last for a maximum of 4 turns and MetalMeramon cannot move while the field is active. After using this ability, he will not be able to use it again for the next 3 turns regardless of how many turns the forcefield lasted.
- Demi Reforge Ability kicked in! Passive: Reforge: SaintMeramon can now regenerate his armor over time as his body of fire slowly reforged the armor from the inside. If he doesn't use an attack, SaintMeramon's health slowly heals by 5% every turn.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 30, 2020 0:43:21 GMT
"Gah!"
Little chance there - at her wounded state and reduced level, the claws ran right through the Ranamon, leaving her split into the two water spirits that composed her being. This left Gio, Dio, and Carlos in relative peace, and more importantly, with room to recuperate.
It was unlikely that the Devidramon would be able to recover all of his damage, but, unfortunately, there was more pressing matters to deal with. And Carlos would be keenly reminded of that, as the Witchmon gave a whistle down: "Hey, you mind calming down giant-and-reckless here? If he keeps up like this, he's going to tear apart anything in front of him."
Yup - the Witchmon took a wide arc, careful not to even be close to the Hadesmon's reach, as she'd settle down next to Carlos. She'd give a glance around, seeing the scattered spirits. "Well, I would just say its a job well done and our regular forces can handle it from here, but we have a bigger problem on our hands." The Witchmon stretched out her arms, finally getting a moment off her broom. "Your little fox friend managed to lose and get herself kidnapped by the enemy - and if you all remember that Meicoomon, you should know just how bad that sort of thing can get."
With that, she'd give a glance towards the Devidramon. "Unfortunately, I'm more of a 'hacksaw' doctor than a 'magical' one - odd, I know, but I prefer the pots and the potions. But if we want to get to her in time, you're all going to need to grin up and move forward. Carlos, get on the back of the broom with me - the boys here can follow." 'Mittens' herself would just chuckle, simply keeping her weightless perch on Desmond's shoulder. The spirit wasn't instructed to follow Desmond's order, so it wouldn't.
Its not like she was too much in the way, either. The SaintMeramon blocked that initial blast, as expected, and the Duskmon kept his confident stride forward. Desmond's commanding voice did little to sway the heart of the spirit.
"You'll pry that one out of my dead hands, human." He wasn't here to mince words, no. He was here to either stop the advancing threat, or to buy time - and the SaintMeramon knew that he had to press through as well.
But the Duskmon wasn't going to give them time to think: "Phantom Step." That utterance was followed by the Duskmon beginning a sprint forward - vanishing on the spot, and appearing a moment later, a good twenty feet from his initial position. Desmond had it right: Duskmon wanted to get close, as fast as he possibly could. He'd test that force field with a hand, but leaving him unperturbed, he'd make his charge right for the fiery giant. "No."
Silence's own voice echoed in her head again, this one in direct contrast to her optimism. Whether she thought it was K's voice or her own, that remained to be seen, but the tone was undeniably certain, echoing inside her own head. "Look. Take stock of the situation you're in."
As if responding to that voice, the material around the fox started to shift. What was an unorganized red mess soon became a fibrous sinew, like thin tree roots or red algae built upon her fur, stretching from thin red 'roots', cords dragged across her body. The grip was tight, and where the roots spread, she'd feel several small pricks, as the D-Reaper's touch started to pierce her frame.
Started to invade her system.
"Beaten. Captured. And consumed by the very entity that despises the existence of Digimon. Do you think this is even your body, anymore?"
Duskmon uses 'Phantom Step' to cut the distance between himself and the preparing target.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2020 1:03:03 GMT
”Jeez you’re negative. Did I all of a sudden get a conscious that wasn't supportive?”
The renamon snorted a little bit and shook her head; where was this voice even coming from? It wasn’t the meicrackmon’s voice, it wasn’t her prior iterations either. It was her own, but charged in such a way that it was trying to dishearten her? The certainty of the voice was also somewhat strange; like it knew something she didn’t.
She’d look around as the material started to shift, unorganized to fibrous sinew. Thin tree roots and red algae building on her fur. The stretching led to pricking and she’d grunt as she wasn’t even sure what was happening from that. What could you do in the face of this situation?
She felt a laugh work up her frame and she felt her system trying to fight against the fact it was being invaded. It was only natural that the vaccine type digimon’s body would fight against an invader but probably with no luck.
”You know an awful lot about this thing, more than I do. And yeah. I do think this is my body still, even if it feels really weird being in this red stuff.”
The renamon huffed a bit and looked around, she didn’t see any way of getting out of here even if she was able to try to get herself out of the restraints she was in. The pricking restraints that also made it impossible for her to use her techniques… But she had a thought that made the renamon chuckle lightly.
”Well, gotta keep tryin something. Techniques ain’t working… So… how bout this?”
It would probably strain her body if she was able to even do this, but the renamon closed her eyes and concentrated her energy. Feeling that warmth of digivolution for all of a split second. But even that was ripped away from her, her entire body feeling very cold after the attempt. Much colder than when she was a frozen knight.
”Tch… that didn’t work. Hmm... ”
The renamon tugged her arms, she was going to start trying to widen the material around her arms. Maybe if she could get it open enough she could use a technique or perhaps even break loose completely?
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jan 30, 2020 1:30:16 GMT
Desmond was right, Duskmon was a close quarter fighter and also an agile one. Seeing him teleport a good twenty feet toward them, Demi braced himself not knowing if he had to charge forward to meet him. The blond tamer didn't expect it getting close that fast though. But that did save them the time of charging forward. "Steady." He said to his partner. "Left shoulder, fireball." He said almost whispering so that Duskmon wouldn't be able to hear him at least not so clearly. With his forcefield still up, the SaintMeramon waited for it to touch the forcefield and let it down right as his blade would impact on it. Using his left arm to grab anything he could catch, either shoulder, arm or blade, Demi tried to just make the evil Digimon think that he was going to strike him on his right side with his bionic lance. The lance pointed at Duskmon and try to strike but it was a ruse. His right arm came swinging toward the left shoulder of the Duskmon and if he could either get close or even touching that giant eyeball on the shoulder, he would unleash a barrage of fireballs going straight for the left shoulder. Using all three limbs busy, it would make him open for an attack from the D-Reaper's ally though but he hoped that he would strike at his more armored part of his body. Desmond took another step to his left fearing that the Duskmon would go after him as he saw his partner face to face with the evil eyeballs Digimon. Demi was taller but that didn't mean that it was his advantage. His Chrome Digizoid Armor was one though. Duskmon was covered in armor as well but perhaps it wasn't made in that Chrome Digizoid. Fortunately, his seven eyes could be a weak point in his armor and that was what Desmond wanted Demi to aim at. The blond tamer quickly took out one last card from his deck but hesitated to use it. His hand that was holding the Digivice was shaking. It was easy to see that Desmond was trying to stay calm but he could feel the tension in the air and it was getting the better of him. Taking a deep breath, he finally deiced to use his last card. "Kilobyte Glitchmagma." He said while swiping the card. The battlefield should enhance both Digimon fire-based attacks. Even if Duskmon had those types of attacks, Demi's body of fire made him immune to fire. Now the real fight began.
Combat Log
- Demi used his lance to trick Duskmon and uses fireballs at close range on Duskmon's left shoulder. Active: Fireball: SaintMeramon can shoot multiple fireballs from his right arm. He can take 1 to 4 turns to charge the fireballs and make them bigger and stronger but it will also take the same amount of turns for it to recharge if he chose to charge it. The fireballs increases in a number of 1 per turns and deals 2x, 3x, 4x or 5x damage respectively. Otherwise, it has no cooldown. - Desmond used the Kilobyte Glitchmagma, it is his final card of the thread. DR-19Card Name: Kilobyte Glitchmagma Type: Environment Rank: Bronze Duration: 3 Posts Effect: Small mounds will protrude from the earth, spitting steam and flecks of hot liquid for three turns. All fire based moves are boosted in power.
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Post by Carlos Rey on Jan 30, 2020 2:26:58 GMT
The sudden arrival of Wicked was honestly uplifting, it meant that they weren't completely alone in the middle of the red plaqued infestation. That said she did bring up an important point, as Gio was...in need of some restraint to say the least, as the Hadesmon kept slashing and digging and stabbing at the now empty ground where the Ranamon had been standing, not even paying attention to the totems in his blind rage.
"Gio! It's done!" It took a good moment for the message to finally register in the dragon's head, but as suddenly as his violent shift had started, it stopped, the Hadesmon now simply standing almost completely still save for his labored breathing. He soon began making his way back to the group, head hanging low.
"S-sorry, I was just so...angry..." He muttered apologetically, to which the man quickly replied with a shake of his head.
"No harm no foul, dummy. You still did good." Unfortunately that was as far as their celebrations would go, as what the Witchmon said next made the trio fall completely silent. She...didn't really mean it, right? Silence couldn't have possibly gotten captured, she was arguably stronger than them combined.
It quickly became clear Wicked was not joking in the slightest. The trio shared a collective glance for all of a second, before looking back at her.
"How fast can we get there?" The man asked, climbing and taking a seat on the witch's broom without a second thought.
As for Dio? Well, Gio had that part covered, as he carefully grabbed a hold of the dragon before placing him on his back, ignoring the tired yet indignant snarl that came from his brother. He slowly turned his head to the Witchmon, and with a sigh said,
"My wounds are not cause for alarm...but I am concerned about this." With that, he'd weakly extend his wings for a moment, letting the Witchmon and everyone else see the red plaque that had slowly been extending around them since the start of his fight with the Ranamon. Ignoring the incredibly alarmed look Carlos was giving him (as well as Gio's more puzzled look), he also added, "I trust you can treat it but I need to know...how contagious it is if me and Gio were to...fuse?"
Durations: Ebonwumon's Grace (1/3)
Cooldowns:
Lance of Erebus (2/2)
Dark Comet (2/3)
Dark Claw - Rend: (1/3)
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Jan 30, 2020 3:04:57 GMT
Oh?
It seemed that human was intent on getting involved, already muttering some sort of instruction to his pet. To that, the Duskmon gave an interested look. Just what scheme were these two trying to pull? Perhaps this might be a little more trouble than he would have originally figured...
... Or, perhaps Desmond and Demi were thinking this through too hard. It didn't take long for the Duskmon to close the distance, and as that lance was raised, the knight didn't take long to adjust his approach away from that weapon. This, however, brought him right in line with that other arm, aiming to grab him by the shoulder of all things? It seemed too indirect, not really enough to force the issue. To counter, the Duskmon would tense his knees, bracing himself below the target, before thrusting his right blade towards the center mass of the SaintMeramon.
Gedächtnisstörung.
The fireballs might have peppered onto his frame, but the Dukemon traded it by giving a stab towards a far more vital area. And though it might have seemed like a simple stab, if it hit, Demi was going to immediately feel its effects. The weapon was a strong one, and its ghastly blue glow not only hit the body, but also the consciousness of the target directly. At this level, it would be like developing a sudden migraine.
Quick. Compact. Effective. Even as the lava started to break through the cracks below, maybe Desmond could see just how someone like this might have been able to best Silence. "Well, if we haul our asses, we might make it in a couple of minutes. My intent's just to beeline right for the nest... hm?"
Oh, right: seeing the red plaque over the Devidramon's body, the Witchmon gave an annoyed sigh. She'd briefly step off the broom, reaching under her cloak to pull out what was hopefully a familiar blue compound. Uncorking the vial, Dio would definitely remember it: the sheer stench of rot and salt - but she'd apply it to the affected area of the wings and arms regardless.
"Can't really get a chemical bath going out here, so that'll have to do. All I can really say is, this level of fuck-up is something I can reverse. So just go all-out and leave me to worry about the damage."
She'd step back, sitting back onto the broom, and would kick off - leaving the Hadesmon to follow right behind her. "I'm not your conscious. I'm the only part of you that's speaking the truth."
The voice echoed in, as that infection started to spread deeper. Silence's efforts to attempt to Digivolve only expended her precious stamina and focus, that cold feeling coming from her reaching almost the bottom of her power. The cords tightened, the sinew starting to spread further within her frame.
"You could never fill her shoes. But you never stopped trying."
The Renamon's body would slip even colder - even her white coloration starting to slip back to a more yellowed one, her data starting to lose its own composure. "A shadow. A pretender wearing her body." Those words seemed almost pointed, as the outer layer of data began peeling back from her arms, revealing the wireframe underneath... and showing just how deep the sinew had spread within her frame.
"Give in. Let it go. Her fate was never meant to be yours."
Gedächtnisstörung - Memory Disturbance - A physical strike that also directly damages the psyche of the target.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2020 3:23:05 GMT
”Right. Of course you are.”
The renamon flicked an ear and grunted a bit as she felt her energy bottom out; that cold abyss of helplessness yawning up to try to snatch her up. She’d bite her lip as she felt that cold feeling spread within her body, mixed with the ache of the sinew spreading through her frame.
”How could I not? Everyone always looked up to her. Even after her death. I didn’t want to be her… I just wanted to be like her.”
The renamon sighed a little bit and shook her head; she felt dizzy. She felt cold. Her white coloration slipping away made her start a bit and she’d stare at the strange colors. She had never seen what a normal renamon looked like, not even a single time. Being told that she was a shadow and a pretender wearing another’s body made the renamon bite her lip even harder.
”I never pretended to be her. Never tried to wear her body. Always trying to soothe or help the ones she left behind but I’m just so bad at it…”
Her eyes flicked to her outer layer of data, showing that wireframe underneath. Those last words, give in. Let it go. How her fate was never meant to be silence’s. At that silence started laughing; in fact she had never laughed so hard in her life.
”Give in? To this? No! That’s… Not how I do things! Her fate was never mine and my fate was never hers! We’re two entirely different people. She was a legend! A savior! I’m just…”
The renamon stopped herself and let out a small snort.
”I’m just lost; but I’ll find my way eventually! Like I’ll find my way out of this. I can’t give up or give in. Not… Not before I try everything!”
Who was she trying to convince? Who was she trying to tell all this? The pain? The voice? Herself? It was hard to tell what line she hadn’t crossed yet. What line she hadn’t tried. She’d look around, seeing her frame as it was, seeing those red vines creeping through her system.
”Even if I did give in, even if I did let it take me. Nothing would come from it. My allies still need me. The world still needs someone like me. Failing doesn’t make you weak, it makes you stronger. Stronger than anyone. The people that fail the most are the ones that are the most successful.”
The renamon leaned forward, casting her gaze around. At this point what could she do? What… Could she even try? No attacks. No digivolution. Just her core and frame getting slowly taken over by this red mass while some voice was trying to convince her of something.
”Heh. Heheheh…. Aheheh…”
The renamon started laughing again; but there would be a grip around the redness that was spreading around her frame. A grip from her arms and a grip from her hands. She’d grit her teeth and she knew that the last thing she could do was…
Give… in?
No. She would fight.
Her words had a sharp bite to them and she’d growl them out through a pained grimace; she felt herself growing colder and it was obvious to her what needed to be said. Something bold, something that no one else would probably say.
”You don’t seem to understand how I work do yah? Even though you’re in my head. In my frame. In… My core. You’re seeing everything but understanding nothing. It’s not me who should give in. It’s you.”
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Post by Desmond Edmund on Jan 30, 2020 3:59:47 GMT
It looked like Desmond's plan didn't work that well. In fact, most of his plans so far didn't work well at all. But he did try to stay calm and to be fair, it was harder than he thought. With the heat coming from the ground, the blond tamer took another step away from the fight. There wasn't much he could do right now. He had faith in his partner though. The SaintMeramon wasn't as agile as the Duskmon but he had armor on his side. The Duskmon's Memory Disturbance attack hit his armor making a loud clink sound and a mark on the center of his armor. Demi didn't feel anything because it was armor and not whatever he had underneath it but he did felt the impact of the blade clashing on the Chrome Digizoid. He looked down at the Duskmon and grunted. That stab had a lot of strength behind it.
With Duskmon now literally face to face to Demi, Desmond would give an order to his partner. "Grapple!" He shouted. "Don't let him go!" The SaintMeramon bent his knees to be closer to the ground and used his massive left arm to try to grab the blade that Duskmon just used to stab him. Perhaps the evil Digimon wouldn't be quick enough to move that blade away from the fire giant. If he successfully got a hold of the red sword, he wouldn't let go and try to lift it from the ground using his size as an advantage. He was trying to control that right arm of the Duskmon. It did mean that the D-Reaper's ally could hit him on the right side and the arm that did not have armor.
Demi moved his right hand toward the left shoulder again but this time, it was a distraction for the lance to heat up and try to strike at the upper body. The lance began glowing to the point that the bionic limb became white. The lance moved to be to the right side of the Duskmon and would try to do a swift stab. The whole thing might not work if Duskmon would either avoid his sword getting caught by his bionic arm or just managed to escape from the grip in one way or the other.
If everything would fail, well, that meant that Demi became a big open target to the Duskmon and knew that he wouldn't make the same mistake again to aim at his armor. Desmond was very nervous by now and looked at his Digivice for a second. He then pointed it at the Duskmon hoping to scan him and that it would give him any clue on his weaknesses if he had any at all. "Hold on, Demi!"
Combat Log
- Demi tries to grab that sword and lift Duskmon off the ground! - Demi fakes a right punch and used Heated Lance on Duskmon's body! Active: Heated Lance: SaintMeramon can overheat his lance making it hot enough to melt Chrome Digizoid. His lance turns into a white color of pure heat and greatly enhance his power. The temperature gets hotter as it goes but it can only last for 3 turns or the Bionic arm shuts down to cool for another 3 turns. He can decide to cool down his arm during these 3 turns before overheating but can only use it after 1 turn for the Chrome Digizoid to cool down.
- Desmond used his Digivice to scan Duskmon!
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