Get Out Of The Water! [Plot] [FULL]

"That f**king idio---" Ryouta cursed the chaotic Digimon. Digimon or Human, lots of people is dead. If that happened, then lots of people going to lose relatives... Brother, sister... lot of them. Ryouta's rage transmitted to his winged dragon partner, who let out roar of fury. Wingdramon saw the pincer-like attack. If he were to use Friction Blast right here and now, then it might interrupt the other. He instead opted to hold the building from collapsing with his body. He hoped Ryouta got some idea, but last thing he want is his partner somehow got caught in the massacre.

Ryouta meanwhile understands what Duffer meant to say. "Alright, listen, I know it's best if we're together, but you know... if he goes BELOW US, then we're DOOMED. Sandiramon can bury himself deep inside the sand... got any plan?" he really hoped that the other guy does have some plan. If not, well, then... they're just equal like some sitting ducks, waiting to get flattened by... something.

[OOC: Sorry for the long wait everybody. Next three weeks are midterms for me so it'll be a bit slower for that time.)

Sandiramon was growing tired of simply murdering everything around him. In a sense, that wasn't really his style. Though, it was expected of him by Zephyrus to follow his orders to a T, but Sandiramon wasn't really a fan of that. No, he was the type of Digimon that would use allies against friends, trick you into doing something beneath you, run a long, coy plot that weaves you into a self destructive spiral that culminates in your death. Yeah, that was definitely more Sandiramon's style.

Though, he was putting himself in more danger with every attack, he was also becoming more and more pleased with the way the humans and Digimon were retaliating. This was in the sense that they actually WERE retaliating. This was perfect, he could keep up with the data farming and mess with a few human's and lowlife Digimon's heads. 

The...thing that had spoken to him earlier was the first annoyance he had to deal with. It had decided to throw an orb at him and follow it up with another attack. Had this guy even been to the human world and tried to spear a real snake? They were nasty little buggers that won't be hit easily, if Sandiramon wasn't going to live up to that aspect of his coding, then he would never be able to call himself the snake Deva.

He whipped his tail forward, sending the spear that he had previously used to impale some other Digimon up and into the orb of negative energy, countering that with his entirely light based weapon. Sandiramon angled himself the other way, making a sharp right turn down another street. What that UFADO guy decided to do after his Dark Breaker attack flew him into the already broken street would be up to him, Sandiramon just hoped that it gave him a bit of a nasty headache.

As he summoned another spear to his tail, he didn't expressly pay attention to his rear end, which was caught by the SaberLeomon's Infinity Arrow, several of those fur spikes lodging themselves into a good chunk of his lower end. He hissed in annoyance as he continued to slither, he had a plan, he just needed to make it there. From the corner of his eye he spotted another Digimon Digivolve, it was now a Knightmon that was occupying itself with rescuing civilians. Sandiramon saw this as the perfect opportunity to strike while the Knightmon was busy.

Passing by the armour clad Digimon, Sandiramon turned in his direction and unleashed another Concussive Blast. The blast of concentrated energy was aimed right at the Knightmon's chest. It was up to him, or anybody else in the area to protect the Knightmon, or else he'd be taking some serious damage.

Reaching the stage for his plan, Sandiramon was going to bait them all over. It wasn't until the irritating sound of yet another Digimon screaming their attack that he realized at least one of them had already followed. Not worried at all, Sandiramon swung his tail forward again, launching his newest spear right into the ball of energy that was blasted towards him. The great snake rose in defiance as he watched this new bird Digimon challenge him.

"You Digimon and your blind jussssstice. In retrossspect, it'sss not even me you have to worry about....but alassss, if you musst fight me, follow!"

Sandiramon sprung forwards at a speed unlike anything he had already displayed, crashing through the large glass front doors of the towering skyscraper, much bigger than the building he had already taken down, right in front of him. He moved too fast for anybody outside to see him, and even those Digimon that were still in the building had no clue where he was.

The ultimatum was, whoever actually felt like protecting this city would need to follow him inside. Those who didn't want to walk right into his fangs could leave now. Sandiramon didn't care, but then again.....

Sandiramon was perfectly safe right where he was.

"Buried in the-" Suddenly Duffer's eyes lit up like a small child's on Christmas Day. "Buried in the sand! Tremors! Tremors is a 1990 horror film starring Kevin Bacon about giant sandworms called Grabboids attacking a small Nevada town! You kill them by making them fall to their deaths or, OR, blowing them up!" Duffer smiled. "You ever see Tremors? Oh it was great, and really funny. I liked the original more than the sequels, but that's not the point. We need to get a LOT of chemicals, dynamite, or something we can drive off a cliff. Depending on which iteration we're dealing with the cliff would either kill them or render us in crippling danger. If it's 1 and 2 mechanisms we're dealing with, then we'll be fine because they couldn't fly yet. If it's 2 or 3 then we'll have to worry about the other stages too, but we'll get to that when we come to it. Point is that fire and explosives are VERY good, even if snakes aren't afraid of fire."

Meanwhile, Knightmon had noticed the notably high rate of projectiles heading in its general direction. Gasping and hitting the deck, Knightmon ducked and covered before starting to army crawl away. The resulting explosion and splash damage, however, did manage to do their magic, smashing the mon's arm under a pile of rubble. Shouting in pain, Knightmon carefully removed the rock and began removing one of its many swords to do battle.

The look on Peacockmon's face narrowed, his eyes burning brightly with vengeance. Blind justice? Taking revenge on a horrible monster for slaughtering the many denizens of a city didn't seem very blind to Peacockmon. However, before he had a chance to make his retort, Sandiramon began to make it's way out of the immediate area. Watching as he crashed into a nearby, very large structure, Peacockmon could only make conjecture as to what the serpent Digimon's plan was. The entire thing smelled of a trap, although Peacockmon had to admit that the Digimon was more crafty than he'd expected.

Peacockmon turned and watched the actions of the surrounding Digimon and humans. Not too far away from him, the few humans and Digimon seemed to be congregating, most likely planning something since they were the only ones concerned with fighting Sandiramon. Flying close to the group, Peacockmon landed a few feet away from them, listening in to their conversation. Knightmon seemed ready to fight, despite a previous injury, and Wingdramon and Saberleomon seemed relatively unharmed, save for bits of rubble and dust coating their surfaces.

However, he was not very fond of the plans he'd heard thus far. While it was true that Wingdramon, and probably even Peacockmon himself had an advantage in air combat, it wasn't like there was any feasible way to make the fight transition as such. Sandiramon had no flying capabilities, so the best the two of them would be able to do would most likely be to launch continuous ranged attacks with Knightmon and Saberleomon leading the front. Alternatively, firing their attacks at the ground floor wouldn't be a great idea either, what with the possibility of hurting any possible Digimon inside.

From this point, Peacockmon could only see one solution to their problem. They would have to take the fight to Sandiramon.

"Human, if you intend to fight Sandiramon in the air, you're gravely mistaken if you think he'll make it that easy. Our only option is to enter that place and fight him ourselves, ALL of us. Sending in only two of our party will cause unnecessary casualties."

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Well, the thing had stopped making a ruckus, which was good enough for now. Ramon lifted his gaze up toward the streets once more, the chaos no less fresh in his mind than when it had first started. The difference, however, was that he'd finally spotted a group of people. All of them seemed to have a Digimon with them, or that's what he was assuming, anyways. For all Ramon knew, they could have just been good Digimon helping humans, though that seemed unlikely for some reason.

Hesitant at first, Ramon decided to approach the gang if nothing else for the sake of surviving.

"Uhhhh... hola senores, yo soy Ramon. Que es el plan?" Ramon said, accidentally speaking espanol instead of english.

Duffer was alone during a life or death situation. This was bad. Very, very, very bad. He's panicking and alone and going to die. The fact the boy had begun crying as he realized he was prime pickings for the monster showed that the boy did as well under pressure as a beer bottle in a trash compactor. Screaming, crying, running and trying to find anyone to help was a long and difficult process (not to mention EXTREMELY annoying for anyone watch, thank god this isn't a visual or sound-based RP) for Duffer as he tried to think how to avoid the horrible bloody fate of many a poor bastard before him. Comic relief only works if there's someone with you to be with. Without anyone Duffer's crippling fear of loneliness came fullswing as he began to imagine that all his friends had purposely left him to die or had died a senseless and violent death. The fact the boy was on the beach only compounded the problem, leaving him alone with piles and piles of dead bodies. It was a matter of time before Duffer would experience, what most people would call, a psychotic break.

Knightmon approached the group, limping and panting all the while. "I'm kind of... out of wind from the explosion, what happened? Why aren't we killing this son of a bitch? ...And where's Duffer?" Knightmon, seeing UFADO's attack approach hid behind the shield, growing more and more angry at this entire event as it transpired. "Correction: Why aren't we killing THESE sons of bitches? Because I am getting VERY, VERY CROSS."

Ramon wasn't too sure what the female in front of him was saying, though he managed to understand one or two words. It felt strange, he knew she wasn't speaking spanish, but why did the words he recognized sound familiar? If he was assuming what he'd managed to make out was correct, she was asking whether or not he spoke any English. Though he was beginning to get annoyed that he'd spoken the incorrect language again, at least he didn't have to speak any Japanese.

"Uhhh, si, I speak english, senora. So... what's going on here exactly? I don't have a clue!" he exclaimed.

Ramon found himself surrounded by varying Digimon of shapes and sizes. Some were impressive and extravagant to him, the armor and bright fur glinting despite the horrible smoke and debris of the chaos around them. Ramon knew these Digimon couldn't be anything less than a Champion, though something convinced him they were even stronger than that, if that was possible. Could they have all been incredibly powerful Champion Digimon of some sort?

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Peacockmon's eyes widened as Lucemon sped toward the building. While he did not approve of charging in on one's own, he had to admit that at least he was taking initiative. While he did agree that sending in their group was risky, it was their only real option. Should they wait any longer, they would most likely risk another attack from Sandiramon they didn't see coming, or perhaps something worse. Taking a moment to look back at the party, he spoke before exiting them to join Lucemon in the supposed assault. {color=blue]"He is right, though his method may be ineffective. If we do not strike, our quarry will merely flee. After what he's done here today, I cannot allow that."[/color]

Afterward, Peacockmon sped off toward the structure, joining with Lucemon's attack. However, Ramon seemed to have differing ideas. As Peacockmon began to trudge off, Ramon's Digivice began beeping madly, as if trying to convey something to him. Ramon looked down hesitantly, was it trying to tell him something about that Digimon? Did it have something to tell him, or could it even be the person he was searching for? A confident look in his eye, Ramon followed Peacockmon, calling out to him as he ran after them in the building.

"'Ey! Amigo! Azul Digimon, wait up!"