Pipe Dream「Spirit Hunt|Closed」
Nov 5, 2021 16:10:30 GMT
Post by Amelie on Nov 5, 2021 16:10:30 GMT
Amid the bedlam that resulted from the ritual’s completion, it was fairly hard to blame Asher for being lost on what to do. Sadly, Vexmon’s rampage cared little about how anyone felt about it, and besides that attack aimed towards Mervamon, proceeded uninterrupted.
If Amelie’s mental landscape had anything to do with the actions of the digimon she currently embodied, describing it as chaotic would be a pretty big understatement. As it advanced, the monstrosity thrashed and lashed about in an almost senseless fashion; control didn’t seem like the beast’s strong suit, at least for the time being! Curiously enough, the only focused action it had taken thus far had been the relatively slow, but extremely accurate blast that had been aimed squarely towards Asher. Quite lucky on his part, wasn’t it?
And, it seemed that even that wouldn’t be the last bout of luck of his during this encounter. Since it became fairly obvious that Mervamon’s chances of fighting against a digimon that far outmatched her weren’t the best, opting to strike at what had pretty obviously been the catalyst of the transformation and possible source of Vexmon’s power was a fairly smart move to make; messing up a carefully created ritual wasn’t precisely a hard thing to do, and that was precisely what Medulia’s blast did.
The crater left on the impact site managed to erase a good deal of the inscriptions previously written there, its effects showing on Vexmon’s form almost immediately. Even if pretty formless usually, the digimon’s body began to show clear signs of instability; its otherwise unfocused disposition went straight towards the being that had caused such damage, and while mostly ignored in the past, now it seemed Mervamon had Vexmon’s entire attention! From one moment to the next, the abomination displaced itself, its massive body now eerily close to its newly-acquired target.
Unceremoniously, a huge tendril attempted to crush the Mervamon in a motion not unlike one from an oversized fly swatter. Who would’ve known, even if in the form of a gigantic eldritch abomination, it seemed like Asher’s inherent talent at annoying his girlfriend was still on point. The question remained, though. Would he be able to erase the rest of the inscriptions before finding himself… unable to do so anymore? Time was running out.
If Amelie’s mental landscape had anything to do with the actions of the digimon she currently embodied, describing it as chaotic would be a pretty big understatement. As it advanced, the monstrosity thrashed and lashed about in an almost senseless fashion; control didn’t seem like the beast’s strong suit, at least for the time being! Curiously enough, the only focused action it had taken thus far had been the relatively slow, but extremely accurate blast that had been aimed squarely towards Asher. Quite lucky on his part, wasn’t it?
And, it seemed that even that wouldn’t be the last bout of luck of his during this encounter. Since it became fairly obvious that Mervamon’s chances of fighting against a digimon that far outmatched her weren’t the best, opting to strike at what had pretty obviously been the catalyst of the transformation and possible source of Vexmon’s power was a fairly smart move to make; messing up a carefully created ritual wasn’t precisely a hard thing to do, and that was precisely what Medulia’s blast did.
The crater left on the impact site managed to erase a good deal of the inscriptions previously written there, its effects showing on Vexmon’s form almost immediately. Even if pretty formless usually, the digimon’s body began to show clear signs of instability; its otherwise unfocused disposition went straight towards the being that had caused such damage, and while mostly ignored in the past, now it seemed Mervamon had Vexmon’s entire attention! From one moment to the next, the abomination displaced itself, its massive body now eerily close to its newly-acquired target.
Unceremoniously, a huge tendril attempted to crush the Mervamon in a motion not unlike one from an oversized fly swatter. Who would’ve known, even if in the form of a gigantic eldritch abomination, it seemed like Asher’s inherent talent at annoying his girlfriend was still on point. The question remained, though. Would he be able to erase the rest of the inscriptions before finding himself… unable to do so anymore? Time was running out.