Making Rounds and Throwing Hands [Vergil]

“Mach Flicker!” The call of the attack echoed over the top of the nearby trees, shaking leaves from their branches and trees to their roots. Two combatants were in the middle of an intense sparring match. Gummy, in his Arresterdramon form, was attacking unrelentingly, trying his best to counter Vee’s guard, who was in his XV-mon form.

Intercepting the atack, Vee ducked. “Razorback Upper!” His fist glowing a deep orange, he launched upwards with an uppercut, hitting the Arresterdramon right on the chin. Gummy grunted in pain. He was sent upwards in the air before rolling onto the ground, quickly recovering.

Gummy grabbed his chin, still searing from that blow, and glared sharply towards his brother. “That’s it... Time to die!” Using his wings, he made his way towards Vee, his tail anchor igniting in blue flames.

Vee smirked. “Ha,” he laughed. “Like you have it in your heart to get rid of this handsome face!” He covered both his fists in red hot flames. The two then began to trade blows with one another, with some attacks for Vee hitting more than Gummy. They stumbled back, then charged forward, hitting each other at the same time with their respective attacks.

The two were sent flying backwards, tumbling on the paved surface before coming to a stop. They glowed orange and blue respectively, shrinking down to their Rookies forms. The twins had reached a stalemate.

“Hehehe, score for Vee! I’m up one.” Vee panted, gesturing using his index finger.

Gummy groaned, getting on one knee. “Where did you learn to count!? We’re even, dumb ass.”

“You’re both wrong,” a voice called out to them.

The two brothers turned their heads and saw their tamer, Vergil Hoskins, who was approaching them. The 20-year-old wore a yellow, unzipped bomber jacket with a black shirt underneath, white-silver pants with a chain around the belt buckle, and a pair of yellow, black, and white Jordan’s sneakers.

“It’s a tie since neither of you were able to best one another, not counting the previous spars.” He smiled a little. “Besides, it’s only the first round. You guys can fight to your heart's content. We got all day before heading back.”

The trio had come out to Spartan Training Grounds for a little R&R from a busy day at AEGIS. Well, R&R in Vergil’s case since he was the one doing all the paperwork. The dragon brothers were just venting all the boredom they had pent up from today; And so far it was working as they were feeling better already.

After the deadly skirmish between Taomon and Doumon at Folder Desert, the twins have been training a lot recently—with other combatants and against themselves. And from the fruits of their labor, they’ve developed some new moves. Though Vergil only saw one of Vee’s new abilities. Gummy on the other hand was keeping what he had learned under wraps. Why? Only the Gumdramon knew.

Vergil continued. “But before you guys continue to pound each other’s heads in like some raging bisons, let’s grab a bite to eat. It’s almost lunchtime anyway.”

Vee and Gummy stared at each other for a moment, before a low rumbling sound came from Vee’s stomach.

Vee couldn’t help but fall down in laughter while Gummy merely smirked, getting up. “Honestly, you’re unbelievable.” He extended a hand to Vee and helped him on his feet. “Next match you’re going down. Today’s the day where your ass will finally kiss second place.”

“Oh I can’t wait.” Vee replied, clutching his fists in excitement. “Maybe this means I can’t stop reading you like an open book.”

“Tch! Since when can you read?”

“Ever since our first ever sparring match.” Vee teased.

“Why you-”

Not wanting to waste his breath anymore, the Gumdramon made his way up to Vergil, who was getting some food out with Vee following suit. Their conversation was loud enough for anyone in the surrounding area to pick up, enough for someone to ease drop...

As Vergil set the plates and sodas on the bench from his Infin-Store. Vee couldn't help but salivate a bit from eagerness. Vergil’s plate consisted of a plain grilled ham sandwich with some chips; Vee plate had sausages and vegetables; and Gummy’s plate, three chicken and bacon shish kabobs with meat.The trio dug into their respective lunches. Vee on the other hand was digging in a little too happily as he put his plate practically in his face, not bothering on using a fork.

Vergil and Gummy looked in disgust. “Ay bro, slow down. Your food isn't going anywhere,” Vergil said.

“But I’m hungry!” Vee responded, wiping the food chunks from his mouth.

Gummy scoffed. “Right. When aren’t you?” He continued to eat his food quietly. Hearing that caused Vee to begin sulking.

“He didn’t mean it,” Vergil said, trying to cheer up the blue drake who was pouting.

“Do you think I’m greedy? Or fat?" Vee asked, giving his partner his best baleful gaze. Vergil, well-accustomed to this look and no longer easily affected by it, bit his lips.

“Not fat...no, but you...do like your food.” Vee pouted even more. “Not that’s a bad thing!” Vee turned away from him, picked up his plate and started walking the opposite direction. “Ah c'mon dude! Don’t be like that!”

Suddenly, a voice called out to them in a causal tone. Vergil and Gummy turned in attention and Vee stopping in his tracks. It was an Impmon, but not just any Impmon: an Impmon-X for that matter--according to Vergil's D-Watch-- and he seems to know all three of them. The three stared at him, pondering if they had met a Digimon like him in the past.

And then it clicked: Golden Week.

“It’s you!” Gummy blurted out, pointing at him. “You’re the one that smelled like rotten eggs when you attacked us. What was your name, Candy? Caramel, Cody or something? What? You looking to go another round?”

“Caine, I think,” Vergil corrected, putting a hand in front of the easily triggered Gumdramon. “I remember you when we were all in DATS’ HQ. And ehh, we’re doing fine these days, can’t complain. Good to see you turned over a new leaf, my guy. How’s that going for ya?”

Vergil turned his gaze away for a moment, frowning. “Yeah...me too,” he agreed. Fuck, he almost want to put that day behind him, but he couldn’t, not as long as that croon was still in power. It was on that day when he realized that being a Tamer wasn’t all black and white. There are those out there that will do their dammest to use Digimon as mere tools to exact their own twisted goals towards peace, and he met the king of that shit on Golden Week.

Putting that aside, Vergil was glad to hear that everything was going swell for Caine since then. In fact, he was here training with a friend. Though training was a bit of an overstatement, as whoever that was, for a lack of a better word, sucked.

“Oh, well good to hear that, and ooh, your friend’s really that bad, huh?” Vergil said. “I mean, c’mon. Y’all are Digimon. Y’all can easily yeet someone like me with one hand while brushing your teeth with the other one. My partner, Vee over here has done that, much to my reluctance.”

“Get gains or get lost,” Vee added, still munching his food down.

Gummy couldn’t help but sneer. “Heh, sounds like your sparring partner is a Wormmon-OH SHIT!” He turned around and saw a azul-colored Wormmon a few feet away, staring at Caine, with a gaze that made the Gumdramon break out into a sweat. “Oh, um…” he cleared his throat. “Sup there.”

He extended a fist to the Wormmon, only to realize that he had no hands, or arms for that matter, making things even more awkward.

Despite how much he wanted to put that day behind him, Vergil couldn’t. Knowing that someone like that was out there was enough to make his stomach crawl. The time when DATS reveals their true ugliness is something that the young man hypothesis will come soon. But that’s a problem for another day.

Vergil crooked an eyebrow at the Impmon-X’s gesture. “He sucks at holding back?" He asked, then snickered. “Damn, sucks to be you.”

Now to define the phrase “yeet” to him. “Ah, yeet is something you say when throwing something at breakneck speeds, according to the Internet anyway. Where I’m from, it’s a phrase to express excitement to keep spirits high. So for example, if someone told me if I wanna go to the movies, I respond with, 'Ya yeet! Let’s go!' Human slang sucks, I know."

Curious about the phrase, Vee decided to test it out by throwing his leftovers away at a nearby garbage can. He took a couple of steps back, then shot at the garbage can like a basketball player; the trash went in.

“Yeet?” Vee said, looking at Vergil to see if he said it right. Vergil gave him a thumbs up, making the blue dragon vibrate in excitement. “Ya yeet!”

As for Gummy, talking smack was about to smack him in the face as Caine’s partner snuck up from behind. Fortunately for him, the Wormmon took endearment of his taunts and broke out in laughter, surprising the Gumdramon. He smiled a bit nervously. “Y-yeah we’re having a good time over here,” Gummy responded. “Nothing like a good sparring with someone you know keeps the blood flowing, or data in our case. I’m Gummy by the way. The Veemon’s my brother Vee and the human is our Tamer, Vergil.”

Fortunately for Scarab, neither Vee, Gummy nor Vergil recognized the Wormmon from the events of Golden. Probably for the best as if they did it would most definitely complicate things.

The trio then turned their attention to someone that called out, and lo-and behold it was a human, a short one compared to Vergil, who is 5’11” in height. Vergil could see that the dude wasn’t the best at greetings, which was ok. Not everyone was good at that kind of stuff. He didn’t let it bother him.

“Yo, yo! What’s cracking, my man?” Vergil called out with a genuine smile, waving. “I’m guessing these two are your Digimon? They’re pretty chill. You hungry? I don't have much but I got an extra bag of chips if you want them.”

After the fist bump, Gummy started to relax as Scarab introduced himself in genial greeting. “Good to meet you, too.” On the subject of Caine... “Yeah I met your friend over there a long while ago. All I know about him is that he smelled like freaking rotten eggs when we fought. Either he forgot to take a shower that day, or he prespirates that nasty odor whenever he gets excited. I don’t know. Impmons are weird.”

“Yee yee!” Vee called out again, liking the phrase even more and more.

Going back to Vergil, the tamer introduced himself as Hisato Aizawa. Seeing his lightened up mood, Vergil smiled. “Nice to meet you, Histao. I’m Vergil, Vergil Hoskins. I went by another name before, but I have since changed it.”

Hisato mentioned that he’d never seen a Veemon and a Gumdramon before, which made Vergil raise an eyebrow. “Really? Well ditto to Wormmons, too. This is my first time seeing one of them in person."

Vergil tossed him the bag of cips and sipped some of his soda. “We just got here around thirty minutes ago I think but only started training like ten minutes ago. Our usual training spot was taken by an Ogermon and a Dorulumon and they seemed like they were gonna be fighting for a long time, so we went and found this spot instead.”

Way across from them, behind some tents, a huge gust of wind began to spin, creating a tornado that engulfed what seemed to be the Ogremon that Vergil just mentioned. The young man rolled his eyes. “Yep...they’re still going at it.”

He continued. “So how long have you been a tamer, Hisato?”