Digimon Devil's Advocate
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Ooooh, this looks like fun.
So, in response to the what kind of game is this question you admitted that Takato will have troops. As such, my question is, what kind of troops will he have and how will that happen with Takato thinking its a game. On the digimons side I mean. After all, I sure wouldn't react well to being told my entire existence is a game.
So, in response to the what kind of game is this question you admitted that Takato will have troops. As such, my question is, what kind of troops will he have and how will that happen with Takato thinking its a game. On the digimons side I mean. After all, I sure wouldn't react well to being told my entire existence is a game.
Considering that, in the context that was brought up, most likely, said troops will be supplied by Lucemon.
And there is pretty much no level of dickishness Takato could possibly reach that would make him a worse boss to work for then an honest to god Great Demon Lord.
Alternatively, Lucemon could just order them to not correct him.
Also, after the Great Demon Lord thing I just brought up, any chance of Takato trying to recruit Impmon?
I know it's a random question, but this story is so off the wall I'm pretty much grasping at straws spun from the air itself.
And there is pretty much no level of dickishness Takato could possibly reach that would make him a worse boss to work for then an honest to god Great Demon Lord.
Alternatively, Lucemon could just order them to not correct him.
Also, after the Great Demon Lord thing I just brought up, any chance of Takato trying to recruit Impmon?
I know it's a random question, but this story is so off the wall I'm pretty much grasping at straws spun from the air itself.
Originally, I was going to do that last scene from Takato's perspective. But then I tried doing it from someone elses, and it was just so fun. I think it gets the feeling of the scene across much better, too. I think I'll do the same thing with other scenes in which Takato's being an unknowing monster.
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Takato made his way to his fatherÆs computer. It had been surprisingly easy to pacify his parentÆs worries. HeÆd told them heÆd been allowed to use one of the computers at school, and had ended up getting distracted and losing track of time. His parents had accepted that easily enough, since he had a tendency to get distracted by all sorts of things.
Perhaps they were just used to it by now?
He wasnÆt sure he liked what that said about him.
Regardless, heÆd made it through it all without getting punished, which was the important thing. Even better, his parents were letting him use the computer while they were working.
He was barely able to stand the wait as the computer powered up, and the moment it was ready he lifted his Digivice. In seconds the screen he was now referring to as the Digiport appeared.
ôDigiport, open!ö Takato didnÆt shout, but only because he didnÆt want to draw his parents attention.
Takato showed enough foresight to close his eyes before his was blinded by any lights, and he mentally patted himself on the back for remembering.
He counted to three, figured the light had probably faded by now, and opened his eyes again.
He was back on LucemonÆs beach.
ôBack again, Takato?ö LucemonÆs spoke from behind him. ôPretty good timing. Your egg has recently hatched.ö
ôWhat!?ö Takato looked around, searching for his partner. ôWhere is he?ö
Lucemon chuckled.
ôDonÆt worry; as a favor, I decided to give your partner his first meal.ö
ôI missed GuilmonÆs first meal?ö Takato said, and was surprised at how upset he was by the news.
Lucemon outright laughed at that. He floated over to Takato and patted him on the head.
ôHe was really hungry and I didnÆt know when you were going to be able to come back. But donÆt worry, it was just me crushing a few rocks and letting him load them. It was a snack, at best, but it was the best I could do from in here. HeÆs probably still; he just isnÆt starving anymore. Go introduce yourself and weÆll start the Tutorial Level so that you can get him some real food.ö
The chance to meet his partner blew away all of the sadness of not being there when he hatched.
ôWhere is he?ö
Lucemon pointed down the beach.
ôOver there; you canÆt miss him. HeÆs surrounded by things I crushed for him.ö
Takato hurried off in that direction without another word.
He was, indeed, easy to find in that circle of destruction. Takato stood for a moment, just outside it, and just looked at his partner. He seemed to be sleeping. He looked exactly as Takato had drawn him; his body was reptilian, to be sure, and mostly red. Black strips and markings were spread artistically across his form; they usually took the forms of lines, but some were triangles, such as on his hands, feet, shoulders, and head. His belly was white and-
Takato frowned.
That shapeàthat hadnÆt been on his drawing.
Lucemon landed beside him.
ôImpressive, isnÆt he?ö
ôYeah, but LucemonàwhatÆs that shape on his stomachàI didnÆt draw that.ö
ôAh, so you noticed.ö Lucemon extended one hand, and revealed that the same sign was on it. ôItÆs another fringe benefit; this marking is placed on special Digimon such as Guilmon and I. IÆll leave its effects a secret for now, but itÆs quite impressive. DonÆt worry about it.ö
Takato nodded in acceptance at that.
It did look pretty cool, anyway.
ôArenÆt you going to say hello?ö Lucemon asked, changing the subject.
Takato whispered back.
ôHeÆs sleeping.ö
ôOnly because he got bored. He was very excited to meet his Tamer when I told him about you. Come.ö Lucemon said, stepping into the circle.
The moment he did, Guilmon was on his feet and alert. His yellow eyes riveted towards Lucemon and Takato.
Lucemon didnÆt even slow down.
Since Lucemon didnÆt show any fear, Takato decided not to either, and followed after him. He sped up for just a second in order to match his stride, but then slowed down after he had.
Seeing this, Guilmon returned the gesture and approached. He ignored Lucemon entirely and headed straight for Takato who didnÆt back down.
It was just a game, after all, and he doubted his own partner would kill him in it.
Indeed, all Guilmon did was sniff him, and his expression shifted in happiness. Of course, since he was basically a miniature dinosaur, and Takato hadnÆt held back at all when giving his drawing teeth, it was more æterrifying gleeÆ than æhappiness.Æ
Takato thought it was amazingly cool.
ôHe recognizes me.ö Takato noted. ôDoes he know I created him?ö
ôHe might.ö Lucemon said. ôShall we begin, then?ö
ôThe Tutorial? IÆm ready. Are you ready, Guilmon? Lucemon says thereÆll be a lot for you to eat.ö
Guilmon nodded happily at that and Takato had to laugh.
ôDoes he know my name?ö Takato asked while Lucemon worked onàsomething.
ôI donÆt think so.ö He replied distractedly.
Takato knelt by his partner.
ôIÆm Takato. IÆm your Tamer.ö
ôTakato. Tamer.ö Guilmon repeated.
Takato smile widened at that.
ôThere we go.ö Lucemon interrupted. Beside him stood aàtelevision? Takato was a bit confused; there hadnÆt been one a second ago. ôYou should be able to use this the same way you used your own computer. ItÆll take you to the Tutorial Level.ö
ôOne question. If you can create ways out of the Dark Area, whatÆs keeping you here?ö
ôI canÆt cross them, because of the seals in place.ö
ôSeals?ö
ôIÆll explain later; thereÆs nothing you can really do about them with a Child partner, anyway, so donÆt worry about it.ö
Takato lifted an eyebrow, but complied.
ôCome on, boy. LetÆs do this. Oh, by the way, hereÆs a tip; close your eyes. Digiport, open!ö
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Guilmon and Takato found themselves in a desert.
ôLucemon? ThereÆs nothing here.ö Takato told his Digivice.
ôNot right there, no. This seems like a good time to introduce you do one of the functions of your Digivice; the Radar Function. Press the left button on your Digivice twice.ö Lucemon replied through it.
Takato did so. The first time he pushed it, nothing seemed to happen, so he pushed it again.
And suddenly, a holographic screen expanded from his Digivice.
ôYour Digivice should be showing a location with lots of Digimon in it. That location is the Pyocomon village, and is your target. One of the main purposes on the Tutorial is to get you used to the combat system; your first goal is to destroy every single Digimon in that village and have Guilmon load them.ö
ôPyocomon? IsnÆt that a Baby Digimon?ö
ôYes, so they shouldnÆt be able too much to your Guilmon if you play smart. Their role in this level is much like that of orcs or giant spiders; theyÆre here for you gain data by killing them.ö
Takato nodded.
ôYeah, I get it. Kill them, and donÆt ask too many moral questions.ö
ôEither while or after you destroy the Pyocomon, Meramon will appear. HeÆs an Adult level Flame Type Digimon that lives near Mount Mihirashi, a volcano from which he can draw power. If you go straight to fight him with Guilmon while heÆs in the volcano, you will lose. However, if you draw him down to the village after loading everyone in it, you could win.ö
ôIs that why weÆre destroying the village?ö
ôYes. This is a lesson in how to play the game. ThereÆs more than one way to skin a cat, so donÆt limit yourself to the obvious solutions.ö
ôGot it. Massacre the village, kill the guy who comes to save, and have a party later. IÆm supposed to be the good guy right?ö Takato asked, already walking towards the village.
ôTell me about it; youÆll be shocked at some of the things youÆll have to do as the protagonist in this game. Still up for it?ö
ôIÆm going, IÆm going.ö
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To the Pyocomon, it was just another beautiful day. TheyÆd gotten more water from Mount Mihirashi, whose heat had killed the bacteria in it. TheyÆd also eaten the delicious seeds they all liked so much. The weather was perfect, the sun was shining, and everything was wonderful.
And suddenly, all of that changed with a single word.
ôFireball!ö A voice theyÆd never heard before shouted.
A powerful blast of flame shot into the middle of a small group of Pyocomon, and the four of them were deleted in a second. In the stunned silence that followed, nobody noticed that the data was drifting towards someplace.
The screaming started almost instantly.
Quite a few of the screaming voices were suddenly silenced by a flash of scales, and teeth, and claws. Whatever predator had found its way amongst them, it was fast.
ôEveryone, Hide-ö The voice was cut off by another blast of fire, one that deleted the source and the Pyocomon behind it. The price of drawing attention to yourself.
Nonetheless, its message was heard. The Pyocomon scrabbled to hide.
Most of them succeeded.
But many went down to flashes of teeth, to glimmers of claws, and to flares of heat.
One Pyocomon, whoÆd managed to hide, tried to tell herself that she was safe. She was out of sight inside her house, she was being silent, and the entire area was so full of Pyocomon who spent their whole lives here that no one was going to track her by scent, since it was both all over the place and likely drowned out by the many, many other similar scents.
She was safe she told herself.
ôBehind that wall, Guilmon.ö A voice said.
A human voice. A Chosen Child?
She managed to have one final thought before the claw that tore through the wall tore through her just as easily.
How did he know?
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Takato made his way to his fatherÆs computer. It had been surprisingly easy to pacify his parentÆs worries. HeÆd told them heÆd been allowed to use one of the computers at school, and had ended up getting distracted and losing track of time. His parents had accepted that easily enough, since he had a tendency to get distracted by all sorts of things.
Perhaps they were just used to it by now?
He wasnÆt sure he liked what that said about him.
Regardless, heÆd made it through it all without getting punished, which was the important thing. Even better, his parents were letting him use the computer while they were working.
He was barely able to stand the wait as the computer powered up, and the moment it was ready he lifted his Digivice. In seconds the screen he was now referring to as the Digiport appeared.
ôDigiport, open!ö Takato didnÆt shout, but only because he didnÆt want to draw his parents attention.
Takato showed enough foresight to close his eyes before his was blinded by any lights, and he mentally patted himself on the back for remembering.
He counted to three, figured the light had probably faded by now, and opened his eyes again.
He was back on LucemonÆs beach.
ôBack again, Takato?ö LucemonÆs spoke from behind him. ôPretty good timing. Your egg has recently hatched.ö
ôWhat!?ö Takato looked around, searching for his partner. ôWhere is he?ö
Lucemon chuckled.
ôDonÆt worry; as a favor, I decided to give your partner his first meal.ö
ôI missed GuilmonÆs first meal?ö Takato said, and was surprised at how upset he was by the news.
Lucemon outright laughed at that. He floated over to Takato and patted him on the head.
ôHe was really hungry and I didnÆt know when you were going to be able to come back. But donÆt worry, it was just me crushing a few rocks and letting him load them. It was a snack, at best, but it was the best I could do from in here. HeÆs probably still; he just isnÆt starving anymore. Go introduce yourself and weÆll start the Tutorial Level so that you can get him some real food.ö
The chance to meet his partner blew away all of the sadness of not being there when he hatched.
ôWhere is he?ö
Lucemon pointed down the beach.
ôOver there; you canÆt miss him. HeÆs surrounded by things I crushed for him.ö
Takato hurried off in that direction without another word.
He was, indeed, easy to find in that circle of destruction. Takato stood for a moment, just outside it, and just looked at his partner. He seemed to be sleeping. He looked exactly as Takato had drawn him; his body was reptilian, to be sure, and mostly red. Black strips and markings were spread artistically across his form; they usually took the forms of lines, but some were triangles, such as on his hands, feet, shoulders, and head. His belly was white and-
Takato frowned.
That shapeàthat hadnÆt been on his drawing.
Lucemon landed beside him.
ôImpressive, isnÆt he?ö
ôYeah, but LucemonàwhatÆs that shape on his stomachàI didnÆt draw that.ö
ôAh, so you noticed.ö Lucemon extended one hand, and revealed that the same sign was on it. ôItÆs another fringe benefit; this marking is placed on special Digimon such as Guilmon and I. IÆll leave its effects a secret for now, but itÆs quite impressive. DonÆt worry about it.ö
Takato nodded in acceptance at that.
It did look pretty cool, anyway.
ôArenÆt you going to say hello?ö Lucemon asked, changing the subject.
Takato whispered back.
ôHeÆs sleeping.ö
ôOnly because he got bored. He was very excited to meet his Tamer when I told him about you. Come.ö Lucemon said, stepping into the circle.
The moment he did, Guilmon was on his feet and alert. His yellow eyes riveted towards Lucemon and Takato.
Lucemon didnÆt even slow down.
Since Lucemon didnÆt show any fear, Takato decided not to either, and followed after him. He sped up for just a second in order to match his stride, but then slowed down after he had.
Seeing this, Guilmon returned the gesture and approached. He ignored Lucemon entirely and headed straight for Takato who didnÆt back down.
It was just a game, after all, and he doubted his own partner would kill him in it.
Indeed, all Guilmon did was sniff him, and his expression shifted in happiness. Of course, since he was basically a miniature dinosaur, and Takato hadnÆt held back at all when giving his drawing teeth, it was more æterrifying gleeÆ than æhappiness.Æ
Takato thought it was amazingly cool.
ôHe recognizes me.ö Takato noted. ôDoes he know I created him?ö
ôHe might.ö Lucemon said. ôShall we begin, then?ö
ôThe Tutorial? IÆm ready. Are you ready, Guilmon? Lucemon says thereÆll be a lot for you to eat.ö
Guilmon nodded happily at that and Takato had to laugh.
ôDoes he know my name?ö Takato asked while Lucemon worked onàsomething.
ôI donÆt think so.ö He replied distractedly.
Takato knelt by his partner.
ôIÆm Takato. IÆm your Tamer.ö
ôTakato. Tamer.ö Guilmon repeated.
Takato smile widened at that.
ôThere we go.ö Lucemon interrupted. Beside him stood aàtelevision? Takato was a bit confused; there hadnÆt been one a second ago. ôYou should be able to use this the same way you used your own computer. ItÆll take you to the Tutorial Level.ö
ôOne question. If you can create ways out of the Dark Area, whatÆs keeping you here?ö
ôI canÆt cross them, because of the seals in place.ö
ôSeals?ö
ôIÆll explain later; thereÆs nothing you can really do about them with a Child partner, anyway, so donÆt worry about it.ö
Takato lifted an eyebrow, but complied.
ôCome on, boy. LetÆs do this. Oh, by the way, hereÆs a tip; close your eyes. Digiport, open!ö
-
Guilmon and Takato found themselves in a desert.
ôLucemon? ThereÆs nothing here.ö Takato told his Digivice.
ôNot right there, no. This seems like a good time to introduce you do one of the functions of your Digivice; the Radar Function. Press the left button on your Digivice twice.ö Lucemon replied through it.
Takato did so. The first time he pushed it, nothing seemed to happen, so he pushed it again.
And suddenly, a holographic screen expanded from his Digivice.
ôYour Digivice should be showing a location with lots of Digimon in it. That location is the Pyocomon village, and is your target. One of the main purposes on the Tutorial is to get you used to the combat system; your first goal is to destroy every single Digimon in that village and have Guilmon load them.ö
ôPyocomon? IsnÆt that a Baby Digimon?ö
ôYes, so they shouldnÆt be able too much to your Guilmon if you play smart. Their role in this level is much like that of orcs or giant spiders; theyÆre here for you gain data by killing them.ö
Takato nodded.
ôYeah, I get it. Kill them, and donÆt ask too many moral questions.ö
ôEither while or after you destroy the Pyocomon, Meramon will appear. HeÆs an Adult level Flame Type Digimon that lives near Mount Mihirashi, a volcano from which he can draw power. If you go straight to fight him with Guilmon while heÆs in the volcano, you will lose. However, if you draw him down to the village after loading everyone in it, you could win.ö
ôIs that why weÆre destroying the village?ö
ôYes. This is a lesson in how to play the game. ThereÆs more than one way to skin a cat, so donÆt limit yourself to the obvious solutions.ö
ôGot it. Massacre the village, kill the guy who comes to save, and have a party later. IÆm supposed to be the good guy right?ö Takato asked, already walking towards the village.
ôTell me about it; youÆll be shocked at some of the things youÆll have to do as the protagonist in this game. Still up for it?ö
ôIÆm going, IÆm going.ö
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To the Pyocomon, it was just another beautiful day. TheyÆd gotten more water from Mount Mihirashi, whose heat had killed the bacteria in it. TheyÆd also eaten the delicious seeds they all liked so much. The weather was perfect, the sun was shining, and everything was wonderful.
And suddenly, all of that changed with a single word.
ôFireball!ö A voice theyÆd never heard before shouted.
A powerful blast of flame shot into the middle of a small group of Pyocomon, and the four of them were deleted in a second. In the stunned silence that followed, nobody noticed that the data was drifting towards someplace.
The screaming started almost instantly.
Quite a few of the screaming voices were suddenly silenced by a flash of scales, and teeth, and claws. Whatever predator had found its way amongst them, it was fast.
ôEveryone, Hide-ö The voice was cut off by another blast of fire, one that deleted the source and the Pyocomon behind it. The price of drawing attention to yourself.
Nonetheless, its message was heard. The Pyocomon scrabbled to hide.
Most of them succeeded.
But many went down to flashes of teeth, to glimmers of claws, and to flares of heat.
One Pyocomon, whoÆd managed to hide, tried to tell herself that she was safe. She was out of sight inside her house, she was being silent, and the entire area was so full of Pyocomon who spent their whole lives here that no one was going to track her by scent, since it was both all over the place and likely drowned out by the many, many other similar scents.
She was safe she told herself.
ôBehind that wall, Guilmon.ö A voice said.
A human voice. A Chosen Child?
She managed to have one final thought before the claw that tore through the wall tore through her just as easily.
How did he know?
There were probably more, but I went back to spell check instead of doing it while reading through the first time, so my brain kept filling stuff in.
But:
it was just me crushing a few rocks and letting him load.
seems a bit awkward, try:
it was just me crushing a few rocks and letting him load them.
they usually look the forms of lines,
should be:
they usually took the forms of lines,
And suddenly, all of the changed with a single word.
Should be:
And suddenly, all of that changed with a single word.
But:
it was just me crushing a few rocks and letting him load.
seems a bit awkward, try:
it was just me crushing a few rocks and letting him load them.
they usually look the forms of lines,
should be:
they usually took the forms of lines,
And suddenly, all of the changed with a single word.
Should be:
And suddenly, all of that changed with a single word.
Thanks Aarik. Fixed.
happerry: Hm, well, naturally most of Takato's soldiers will belong to the Nightmare Soldiers. At the moment, Lucemon doesn't have that many of them, since he's been locked in a box for a long time. However, Takato's entire purpose is to remove Lucemon's impotence, and as he grows, so will Lucemon's power.
This is kind of the purpose behind the massacre; it's a message to everyone that Lucemon's back in business.
And, of course, that he's packing heat.
However, Takato will also have a large number of soldiers that follow him out of loyalty or fear of him and not Lucemon, or even just because they think he's strong enough to back up his claims.
As for the 'being told their just a game', that's not really a problem, since he's an otherwise nice guy to his own dudes; way, way better then Devimon, Myotismon, or the Dark Masters, and way better then the Kaiser.
Aarik: Lucemon can, when he wants to be, be an unrepentently evil monster (and also, a dick). However, he's usually better at manipulation then that, and is quite capable of seeming really nice whenever he needs to.
Still, anyone who knows him would rather work for Takato, yeah.
As for Impmon...probably not. Impmon's tough for a Child and badass as Beelzebumon, but he's really not the type to take orders real well.
SotF: Ryo will have a role, but probably not as a 'gamer.' If he shows up and Lucemon has too, he'll pass him off as a special character included because Ryo won the card tournament, cause he knows Ryo wouldn't go along with his plans.
And Ruki and the other Tamers will have a role to play, yes.
Seiya: I'm still deciding with Ryo, since I'm not sure how to fit him in. I have several plot lines for if he gets in, though.
happerry: Hm, well, naturally most of Takato's soldiers will belong to the Nightmare Soldiers. At the moment, Lucemon doesn't have that many of them, since he's been locked in a box for a long time. However, Takato's entire purpose is to remove Lucemon's impotence, and as he grows, so will Lucemon's power.
This is kind of the purpose behind the massacre; it's a message to everyone that Lucemon's back in business.
And, of course, that he's packing heat.
However, Takato will also have a large number of soldiers that follow him out of loyalty or fear of him and not Lucemon, or even just because they think he's strong enough to back up his claims.
As for the 'being told their just a game', that's not really a problem, since he's an otherwise nice guy to his own dudes; way, way better then Devimon, Myotismon, or the Dark Masters, and way better then the Kaiser.
Aarik: Lucemon can, when he wants to be, be an unrepentently evil monster (and also, a dick). However, he's usually better at manipulation then that, and is quite capable of seeming really nice whenever he needs to.
Still, anyone who knows him would rather work for Takato, yeah.
As for Impmon...probably not. Impmon's tough for a Child and badass as Beelzebumon, but he's really not the type to take orders real well.
SotF: Ryo will have a role, but probably not as a 'gamer.' If he shows up and Lucemon has too, he'll pass him off as a special character included because Ryo won the card tournament, cause he knows Ryo wouldn't go along with his plans.
And Ruki and the other Tamers will have a role to play, yes.
Seiya: I'm still deciding with Ryo, since I'm not sure how to fit him in. I have several plot lines for if he gets in, though.
Hmmm...
Yeah, a lot like Black And White, but with Takato and Guilmon instead of a Creature, and the God (In this case Lucemon) get's less God powers. And you don't play as the God, but the Creature (Takato and Guilmon.)
Only with a much bigger Sandbox to fuck shit up in.
And the cards can roughly fit the bill of Miracles.
Though Lucemon can't cast any on his own, at least for now. Well, except 'Summon Soldiers' though according to you he doesn't have many to summon.
And before you say anything, yes I know it's not really a game, I'm taking the perimeters I've been given by the story and matching the fake game up to real ones I know.
Since the basic concept of the 'game' can have 'features' traced to other, actual, games, it makes it more believable that Takato would fall for this, the more plausible the lie, the easier it is to pass.
Yeah, a lot like Black And White, but with Takato and Guilmon instead of a Creature, and the God (In this case Lucemon) get's less God powers. And you don't play as the God, but the Creature (Takato and Guilmon.)
Only with a much bigger Sandbox to fuck shit up in.
And the cards can roughly fit the bill of Miracles.
Though Lucemon can't cast any on his own, at least for now. Well, except 'Summon Soldiers' though according to you he doesn't have many to summon.
And before you say anything, yes I know it's not really a game, I'm taking the perimeters I've been given by the story and matching the fake game up to real ones I know.
Since the basic concept of the 'game' can have 'features' traced to other, actual, games, it makes it more believable that Takato would fall for this, the more plausible the lie, the easier it is to pass.
I'm gonna laugh if Takato brings back pictures, Odaiba is technically a theme park IRL IIRC, or, at least, it has one.
After all, some of the places in 02's Real World don't even EXIST on Tamers Earth.
Actually, let them borrow a copy of the anime.
That would do some damage to the 'we're real' thing.
EDIT: I'm assuming from the 'no warning' thing that the second season hasn't come out yet in the Tamers verse.
If it hasn't he'll probably nerd out from the sneak peak he's getting.
EDIT2: Actually, since he's been told that the Kaiser is another player, he might even think he's gonna be in the anime when he first sees the Kaiser in it.
That would be an epic nerdgasm right there.
After all, some of the places in 02's Real World don't even EXIST on Tamers Earth.
Actually, let them borrow a copy of the anime.
That would do some damage to the 'we're real' thing.
EDIT: I'm assuming from the 'no warning' thing that the second season hasn't come out yet in the Tamers verse.
If it hasn't he'll probably nerd out from the sneak peak he's getting.
EDIT2: Actually, since he's been told that the Kaiser is another player, he might even think he's gonna be in the anime when he first sees the Kaiser in it.
That would be an epic nerdgasm right there.
Yeah. Also, you're correct; Takato has never seen 02 and he probably would nerdgasm at the sneakpeak if he knew it was one.
As for the Kaiser, my bad. I said he was another player, but I meant he was another side of the war, like the Chosen and Takato. I can see how the word player could get confusing; I'll have to fix it later.
As for 02, hm...maybe I should have Takato show up in it when it airs in his dimension; Lucemon could say it's another fringe benefit, and Takato's head would be too busy exploding to care.
Probably not, though, but it's an amusing thought. I'll think it over.
And finally, a small segment. The next part looks like it could get kind of long, and I want to post it all in one piece, but I'll give you this little piece of filler to tid you over 'til it's ready.
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ôGood job, Guilmon; just a few more.ö Takato said, most of an hour later. ôNot getting too full there, are you? Lucemon, can Digimon get full on data?ö
ôNot that IÆm aware of. Though, with the way youÆve chewed through about a thousand Pyocomon in less than an hour, itÆs possible GuilmonÆs the first.ö
Takato laughed at that. He was pretty proud of Guilmon right now; maybe an hour old and already tearing apart armies.
ôWhereÆs this Meramon guy, anyway? DidnÆt you say heÆd come down and fight if we destroyed the village?ö
ôBurning Fist!ö
Takato didnÆt give the wave of fire a second glace, he just barked his orders.
ôGuilmon, Come!ö
The red dinosaur, who had been sniffing around in a vain attempt to find more Pyocomon to snack on, immediately disregarded his search and obeyed. A swift jump, a blur of red, and a dodged attack later, the Digimon stood by his partnerÆs side.
He immediately growled. He sensed his attacker now that he wasnÆt distracted, and he would have found his location in moments, even if his Tamer hadnÆt nodded in the proper direction. His eyes adopted a feral gleam, his teeth bared; only his Tamers hand on his head kept him from attacking.
ôHe finally showed. It certainly took him long enough.öö Takato said, mainly for LucemonÆs sake, since he wasnÆt sure if he could see through the Digivice as well as speak.
ôAnd only an hour too late to matter.ö Lucemon replied.
ôBetter late than never, I suppose.ö
He lifted his Digivice like Lucemon had shown him to with the Pyocomon. A holographic screen appeared, much like the one that had previously shown a radar. But this was no radar; this was a picture perfect image of Meramon, surrounded by data and information on him.
Takato spoke out loud for GuilmonÆs sake.
ôMeramon, Adult Flame Type Digimon. This Digimon was born from the defense wall "Firewall" for the purpose of protecting the internet from Digimon who enter it illegally. He is rarely violent, and it seems the flames that engulf his body generally seem to scorch him. His special attacks are Burning Fist, Crimson Flame, Magma Bomb, and Fire Wave. Not bad. Are you still hungry, Guilmon?ö
He got nothing but a feral growl in response, but he heard the undercurrents of rage and desire within it.
Takato chuckled.
ôIÆll take that as a yes.ö
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Some ways away, Meramon burnt with rage. He burnt with fire, too, and he fully intended to share the later situation with theseàtheseàthese monsters.
ôWhyàö He demanded in a voice that was somewhere between a roar and a bonfire burning. ôWhy would you do this!? Why would you kill all of these Pyocomon!? What could they have possibly done to deserve this!?ö
The monster that was shaped like a man, for Meramon didnÆt consider him human, laughed and then spoke.
ôStay frosty, dude. They didnÆt do anything; they were just the, whatÆs the word for itàhors d'oeuvres. As for the reason theyÆre all deadàwe just wanted you to come down here. Maybe if the main course hadnÆt taken so long, we wouldnÆt have eaten all the appetizers.ö
The manlike monster knelt beside the red Dinosaur. He pet his stomach, coaxing a growl may have had a note of pleasure in it.
ôPoor little guy; IÆve had to stuff him with small fries and morsels while we waited. ItÆs a miracle he hasnÆt gotten sick because of all the junk food heÆs eaten.ö The beast beneath that Manish faþade lifted his head to look at Meramon. ôHe needs something withàsubstance. Something with a little more fight in it. Something he can sink his teeth into. Something likeàyou. Guilmonàeat until youÆre full.ö
As for the Kaiser, my bad. I said he was another player, but I meant he was another side of the war, like the Chosen and Takato. I can see how the word player could get confusing; I'll have to fix it later.
As for 02, hm...maybe I should have Takato show up in it when it airs in his dimension; Lucemon could say it's another fringe benefit, and Takato's head would be too busy exploding to care.
Probably not, though, but it's an amusing thought. I'll think it over.
And finally, a small segment. The next part looks like it could get kind of long, and I want to post it all in one piece, but I'll give you this little piece of filler to tid you over 'til it's ready.
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ôGood job, Guilmon; just a few more.ö Takato said, most of an hour later. ôNot getting too full there, are you? Lucemon, can Digimon get full on data?ö
ôNot that IÆm aware of. Though, with the way youÆve chewed through about a thousand Pyocomon in less than an hour, itÆs possible GuilmonÆs the first.ö
Takato laughed at that. He was pretty proud of Guilmon right now; maybe an hour old and already tearing apart armies.
ôWhereÆs this Meramon guy, anyway? DidnÆt you say heÆd come down and fight if we destroyed the village?ö
ôBurning Fist!ö
Takato didnÆt give the wave of fire a second glace, he just barked his orders.
ôGuilmon, Come!ö
The red dinosaur, who had been sniffing around in a vain attempt to find more Pyocomon to snack on, immediately disregarded his search and obeyed. A swift jump, a blur of red, and a dodged attack later, the Digimon stood by his partnerÆs side.
He immediately growled. He sensed his attacker now that he wasnÆt distracted, and he would have found his location in moments, even if his Tamer hadnÆt nodded in the proper direction. His eyes adopted a feral gleam, his teeth bared; only his Tamers hand on his head kept him from attacking.
ôHe finally showed. It certainly took him long enough.öö Takato said, mainly for LucemonÆs sake, since he wasnÆt sure if he could see through the Digivice as well as speak.
ôAnd only an hour too late to matter.ö Lucemon replied.
ôBetter late than never, I suppose.ö
He lifted his Digivice like Lucemon had shown him to with the Pyocomon. A holographic screen appeared, much like the one that had previously shown a radar. But this was no radar; this was a picture perfect image of Meramon, surrounded by data and information on him.
Takato spoke out loud for GuilmonÆs sake.
ôMeramon, Adult Flame Type Digimon. This Digimon was born from the defense wall "Firewall" for the purpose of protecting the internet from Digimon who enter it illegally. He is rarely violent, and it seems the flames that engulf his body generally seem to scorch him. His special attacks are Burning Fist, Crimson Flame, Magma Bomb, and Fire Wave. Not bad. Are you still hungry, Guilmon?ö
He got nothing but a feral growl in response, but he heard the undercurrents of rage and desire within it.
Takato chuckled.
ôIÆll take that as a yes.ö
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Some ways away, Meramon burnt with rage. He burnt with fire, too, and he fully intended to share the later situation with theseàtheseàthese monsters.
ôWhyàö He demanded in a voice that was somewhere between a roar and a bonfire burning. ôWhy would you do this!? Why would you kill all of these Pyocomon!? What could they have possibly done to deserve this!?ö
The monster that was shaped like a man, for Meramon didnÆt consider him human, laughed and then spoke.
ôStay frosty, dude. They didnÆt do anything; they were just the, whatÆs the word for itàhors d'oeuvres. As for the reason theyÆre all deadàwe just wanted you to come down here. Maybe if the main course hadnÆt taken so long, we wouldnÆt have eaten all the appetizers.ö
The manlike monster knelt beside the red Dinosaur. He pet his stomach, coaxing a growl may have had a note of pleasure in it.
ôPoor little guy; IÆve had to stuff him with small fries and morsels while we waited. ItÆs a miracle he hasnÆt gotten sick because of all the junk food heÆs eaten.ö The beast beneath that Manish faþade lifted his head to look at Meramon. ôHe needs something withàsubstance. Something with a little more fight in it. Something he can sink his teeth into. Something likeàyou. Guilmonàeat until youÆre full.ö
Where does a ten year old Japanese kid learn french?
A screw it, it's not important.
I can't wait to see the fight with Meramon, much less pretty much anyone's reaction to this.
EDIT: If you don't put the 'Takato sees himself in the new season' idea in the fic you could just make it an Omake.
I just played some B&W2 til my new wireless mouse died.
Damn Japanese keep killing my Creature when I send it in to fuck up their shit.
Cost's them about 100 or so soldiers each time though, especially since it knows the Heal, Fire, Lightning and Water Miracles.
And I payed them back by kidnapping one of their immigrant migrations and stealing two of their villages, oh, and my Creatures been taught to eat their dead.
My Creature has pretty much been my main army force, it's 100% evil, it's hands are red from the blood of my enemies, and the ground it walks on dies, burns to ash and develops red lava lines.
I myself still have a Good rating, though its low since the empty towns I took seem to still be able to complain even when no one is in them.
As soon as I replace the battery in the mouse, I'm going to smash their homes, steal their food and burn the damn things down by bombarding them with fireballs, cry now you annoying bastards!
And I'll get a good rating out of it by giving my people a couple dozen thousand food from the looting to end the mild starvation that's set in from all the new people.
A screw it, it's not important.
I can't wait to see the fight with Meramon, much less pretty much anyone's reaction to this.
EDIT: If you don't put the 'Takato sees himself in the new season' idea in the fic you could just make it an Omake.
I just played some B&W2 til my new wireless mouse died.
Damn Japanese keep killing my Creature when I send it in to fuck up their shit.
Cost's them about 100 or so soldiers each time though, especially since it knows the Heal, Fire, Lightning and Water Miracles.
And I payed them back by kidnapping one of their immigrant migrations and stealing two of their villages, oh, and my Creatures been taught to eat their dead.
My Creature has pretty much been my main army force, it's 100% evil, it's hands are red from the blood of my enemies, and the ground it walks on dies, burns to ash and develops red lava lines.
I myself still have a Good rating, though its low since the empty towns I took seem to still be able to complain even when no one is in them.
As soon as I replace the battery in the mouse, I'm going to smash their homes, steal their food and burn the damn things down by bombarding them with fireballs, cry now you annoying bastards!
And I'll get a good rating out of it by giving my people a couple dozen thousand food from the looting to end the mild starvation that's set in from all the new people.
Seiya: I'm a teasing whore, yes.
Also, the Chosen's reactions are going to be fun to right.
Aarik: Yeah, the french thing...mainly, he used it because I was trying to look up an alternate word for appetizer, and it was literally the title of the page on Wikipedia. When I saw it, I then remembered some scene from...I think Hellsing? So I just went with it. I might change it later, though.
And yeah, the fight and reactions should be fun, especially since the former will be from Meramon's POV.
MM: Probably more of that latter, story-wise. Out of story, it was because I needed another word for appetizer, and only found two, and both were French. And I just liked this one better then Amuse-Bouche.
Also, the Chosen's reactions are going to be fun to right.
Aarik: Yeah, the french thing...mainly, he used it because I was trying to look up an alternate word for appetizer, and it was literally the title of the page on Wikipedia. When I saw it, I then remembered some scene from...I think Hellsing? So I just went with it. I might change it later, though.
And yeah, the fight and reactions should be fun, especially since the former will be from Meramon's POV.
MM: Probably more of that latter, story-wise. Out of story, it was because I needed another word for appetizer, and only found two, and both were French. And I just liked this one better then Amuse-Bouche.
The monster that looked the part changed his growl into a roar.
And thenàblurred?
No, Meramon realized, heÆs just moving really fast.
Meramon narrowed his eyes. If he focusedàyes! He could see more than a red blur. He could see-!
Meramon caught the creature by the neck, and swung him like he was weightless. He threw him into what had once been a PyocomonÆs house.
The monster went through it, and straight into the house behind it.
ôCrimson Flame!ö He shouted. The blast of flame exploded from his fist, burning away what remained of the first building, and causing a huge explosion in the second.
Meramon turned, with narrowed eyes, towards the other.
The boy was casually reclining on a bench that had miraculously remained unharmed. He spared Meramon a brief glance before turning his attention to the location of his partner in crime.
He smiled and hummed a note of amusement.
Meramon had a moment to be confused before a blast of fire took him upside the head.
And, shockingly, it hurt. Only a little, but still, it was a blast of fire; it should have been an exercise in futility to use it on him.
ôYouÆre a Data Type, arenÆt you, Meramon?ö The boy asked. ôHmàthat makes things convenient.ö
Meramon spared him a growl before turning towards the source of the pain.
The red Digimon was pulling himself from the rubble. Well, really, he just stood up and it fell from him like rain water. He seemed unharmed by the attack.
Meramon was a bit annoyed; sometimes he hated being a Data Type, because it always meant he had a hard time with certain types of Digimon.
ôA Virus, huh?ö Meramon tilted his head to the side and cracked his neck, no mean feat since he didnÆt actually have a skeletal system. ôIt doesnÆt matter. It just means we have to do this the hard way.ö
The boy chuckled.
ôYouÆre right; since it looks like Fireball isnÆt very effective, GuilmonÆs just gonna have to tear you to pieces with his claws instead. Sic æem, boy.ö
The beast snarled while he lunged at Meramon. Taken by surprise by how suddenly things had reverted to melee combat, Meramon barely managed to interpose his arm between GuilmonÆs fangs and his throat, and reduced a cry of pain to a hiss when the fangs sunk in. He hoped that the flames of his body would burn his opponents mouth, but had no such luck; likely a downside of fighting someone who spat fire.
The symbol on the beastÆs stomach pulsed red, and the flames around his jaws began to change color, darkening to red and quickly progressing towards black.
MeramonÆs hiss reverted to a cry. His flames were burning him, at least where the flames were changing color.
Unfortunately, that area happened to be increasing. The colors around the wound were also changing, as though-
Meramon cursed in realization.
As though being infected by a Virus.
ôBurning Fist!ö Meramon shouted, delivering the attack at point blank. This time his attack tore a yelp of pain from his target.
Of course, he didnÆt come away unscathed either. HeÆd blown Guilmon off his arm, and though his uncorrupted flames didnÆt hurt him, heÆd still basically torn the creature off of his arm.
Without prying away his teeth.
And so, in the process, Guilmon had torn a chunk of digital flesh from his arm.
At least those flames were changing back now that Guilmon was no longer connected.
And heÆd managed to burn its face in the process.
Meramon also noticed something that improved his moral; the boy was looking a lot less cocky now. HeÆd lost his relaxed smile, and was now frowning at him. He didnÆt take his eyes away from Meramon as he talked to his partner.
ôHow you doing there, Guilmon?ö
A growl was his only response.
The boy nodded, but still didnÆt look away.
ôWell, on the bright side, those teeth of yours hurt him quite a bit.ö In contrast to his eyes, he spoke as though Meramon wasnÆt there. ôI guess we have two choices now; we can wear him down over time from long range, which would be safer but tedious. Or, you could just tear those arms of his off. ItÆs your choice.ö
Guilmon lowered himself closer to the ground and attacked again. This time it was no senseless lunge; it was a predators dash. He ran with his body nearly parallel to the ground, and low enough that if there was a table between him and his opponent, he likely could have gone straight under it without slowing.
And he was certainly moving fast.
He attacked with his right claws first and aimed for his enemyÆs unprotected belly, but Meramon was prepared this time, and he didnÆt even make contact. Instead, Meramon leaned backwards maybe five centimeters, and the claws hit nothing but air. As soon as they had missed, he leaned back forward, and he brought his fist with him.
The blow took Guilmon across the face, and slide along the ground nearly three meters, before he turned the slide into a roll, and landed back on his feet.
He attacked again, in much the same way, but he aimed for MeramonÆs thigh with his left claws.
Meramon responded by brushing aside GuilmonÆs left arm with his right, and slamming his right knee into his chin.
Guilmon slide back once again, but only half a meter this time, and his feet never left the ground. As soon as he stopped, he attacked again.
And so it continued. A bite aimed for MeramonÆs left arm was answered by his right fist to the left side of GuilmonÆs face. Another attack to the stomach was responded to by grabbing his arm and pulling him into a punch. A successive strike to the stomach caught Meramon slightly by surprise and inflicted a minor wound, but was returned with a punch to GuilmonÆs own stomach. An attack to MeramonÆs right side missed entirely as he stepped lightly to the side and slammed his elbow into GuilmonÆs face.
And then everything began to change.
Another attack to the thigh missed, but this time, MeramonÆs responding fist was dodged. Guilmon attacked again, and scored a blow to MeramonÆs left side before his left fist succeeded where his right had not.
A bite that was aimed for his knee was dodged with a swift sidestep, but so was the replying kick. GuilmonÆs claws never connected with his thigh, but MeramonÆs fist didnÆt connect with his face, either. And then Guilmon did manage to claw at his left hip, and dodge the angry backhand. He scored another blow to the left side, slightly above the first, before Meramon retaliated successfully with his right fist.
Guilmon focused more on the left side in response to the successful attacks.
He attacked twice with his claws, and missed, but he was vicious enough to push the injury-favoring Meramon back enough to not worry about dodging any attacks. He then took Meramon by surprise; he swiftly turned and swept his tail at MeramonÆs legs.
Due to MeramonÆs superior size, it did little more then throw him off balance, but throwing him off balance was enough; Guilmon raked his claws across MeramonÆs left thigh.
Realizing that he was losing, and to a Child, at that, Meramon quickly decided heÆd had enough.
ôMagma Bomb!ö
The sudden rain of magma rocks dissuaded GuilmonÆs attempted advance. Using the brief pause granted by not being under attack, Meramon attempted to shift the tide of the battle by putting Guilmon on the defensive.
ôFire Wave!ö
The flames of MeramonÆs body grew and intensified and he rushed towards Guilmon who was forced to quickly backtrack away from the flames. In truth, while the flames were a dangerous attack in and of themselves, their true purpose was to keep Guilmon out of melee range.
Safely out of harmÆs way, Meramon took advantage of his ranged attacks, knowing that GuilmonÆs werenÆt very damaging to him.
ôCrimson Flame!ö He cried, punching with his right fist as he stepped forward with his left foot.
Guilmon was forced to scrabble way from the flames, for though he knew they couldnÆt really hurt him either, he was also aware that being put in a position in which Meramon could rain down blows was a bad idea.
ôCrimson Flame!ö Meramon repeated, stepping forward with his right foot and firing with his left. Guilmon was also forced to repeat his evasive maneuvers.
Meramon didnÆt let up; he attacked with each step he took. He had the advantage now, and more to the point, he knew the area better. If he could lead Guilmon into an area where evasion was impossible, then he could simply rain down blow after blow until his enemy stopped moving.
Just a few more steps and his opponent would be trapped between Meramon and a rock wall, with Pyocomon houses on either side.
Of course, Meramon wasnÆt the only person to notice this, and he quickly cursed himself for forgetting about his other opponent when he heard his voice.
ôGuilmon, attack his wounds!ö
The beast didnÆt even hesitate, its loyalty was so unquestioning.
ôFireball!ö
MeramonÆs assault faltered as the attack connected with his left side. It didnÆt do too much damage, but it felt like someone was rubbing salt on his wounds.
ôGet behind him!ö The beastÆs master ordered.
Guilmon took advantage of his opponents pause and dashed between his opponents legs. MeramonÆs invigorated flames burnt him as he did, but he seemed to pay them no mind in his hurry to follow his orders.
ôPush him back!ö The voice followed up, and Meramon noted a great deal of glee in it.
And he knew why.
He was about to be shoved into his own trap.
ôFireball!ö The blast didnÆt hurt, but it made him stumble.
ôFireball!ö Again, he stumbled, but this time he managed to turn around in the process.
It did him no good.
ôGo for the face!ö The boy commanded.
ôFireball!ö The blast took him straight in the face and forced him back yet again.
ôFireball! Fireball! Fireball!ö The three successive blasts to the face hurt, and more importantly, knocked him off his feet.
Meramon felt fear. He was lying prone; he knew what was about to happen.
ôGet on him, boy!ö
The beast landed on him with a pounce, and bared him down with his superior position. Those slavering jaws opened and flames lingered in their depths.
Five blasts; five successive, point-black blasts to the face slammed MeramonÆs head into the ground one after the other. It hurt.
A lot.
The monster would have continued, too, if a voice hadnÆt interrupted.
ôGuilmonàö
Meramon had a suspicion he wasnÆt going to say anything good.
ôBreak him.ö The statement fell as though it was an executionerÆs blade; an example that was, Meramon noted, probably fitting.
ôRock Breaker!ö The beasts claws came down, and true to the attacks name, the force of the blow was powerful enough to crack the ground all around his head.
ôRock Breaker!ö Guilmon repeated its attack, and the cracks grew alongside MeramonÆs pain.
ôRock Breaker!ö He did so again.
ôRock Breaker!ö And again.
ôRock Breaker!ö And again.
ôRock Breaker!ö And again.
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And thenàblurred?
No, Meramon realized, heÆs just moving really fast.
Meramon narrowed his eyes. If he focusedàyes! He could see more than a red blur. He could see-!
Meramon caught the creature by the neck, and swung him like he was weightless. He threw him into what had once been a PyocomonÆs house.
The monster went through it, and straight into the house behind it.
ôCrimson Flame!ö He shouted. The blast of flame exploded from his fist, burning away what remained of the first building, and causing a huge explosion in the second.
Meramon turned, with narrowed eyes, towards the other.
The boy was casually reclining on a bench that had miraculously remained unharmed. He spared Meramon a brief glance before turning his attention to the location of his partner in crime.
He smiled and hummed a note of amusement.
Meramon had a moment to be confused before a blast of fire took him upside the head.
And, shockingly, it hurt. Only a little, but still, it was a blast of fire; it should have been an exercise in futility to use it on him.
ôYouÆre a Data Type, arenÆt you, Meramon?ö The boy asked. ôHmàthat makes things convenient.ö
Meramon spared him a growl before turning towards the source of the pain.
The red Digimon was pulling himself from the rubble. Well, really, he just stood up and it fell from him like rain water. He seemed unharmed by the attack.
Meramon was a bit annoyed; sometimes he hated being a Data Type, because it always meant he had a hard time with certain types of Digimon.
ôA Virus, huh?ö Meramon tilted his head to the side and cracked his neck, no mean feat since he didnÆt actually have a skeletal system. ôIt doesnÆt matter. It just means we have to do this the hard way.ö
The boy chuckled.
ôYouÆre right; since it looks like Fireball isnÆt very effective, GuilmonÆs just gonna have to tear you to pieces with his claws instead. Sic æem, boy.ö
The beast snarled while he lunged at Meramon. Taken by surprise by how suddenly things had reverted to melee combat, Meramon barely managed to interpose his arm between GuilmonÆs fangs and his throat, and reduced a cry of pain to a hiss when the fangs sunk in. He hoped that the flames of his body would burn his opponents mouth, but had no such luck; likely a downside of fighting someone who spat fire.
The symbol on the beastÆs stomach pulsed red, and the flames around his jaws began to change color, darkening to red and quickly progressing towards black.
MeramonÆs hiss reverted to a cry. His flames were burning him, at least where the flames were changing color.
Unfortunately, that area happened to be increasing. The colors around the wound were also changing, as though-
Meramon cursed in realization.
As though being infected by a Virus.
ôBurning Fist!ö Meramon shouted, delivering the attack at point blank. This time his attack tore a yelp of pain from his target.
Of course, he didnÆt come away unscathed either. HeÆd blown Guilmon off his arm, and though his uncorrupted flames didnÆt hurt him, heÆd still basically torn the creature off of his arm.
Without prying away his teeth.
And so, in the process, Guilmon had torn a chunk of digital flesh from his arm.
At least those flames were changing back now that Guilmon was no longer connected.
And heÆd managed to burn its face in the process.
Meramon also noticed something that improved his moral; the boy was looking a lot less cocky now. HeÆd lost his relaxed smile, and was now frowning at him. He didnÆt take his eyes away from Meramon as he talked to his partner.
ôHow you doing there, Guilmon?ö
A growl was his only response.
The boy nodded, but still didnÆt look away.
ôWell, on the bright side, those teeth of yours hurt him quite a bit.ö In contrast to his eyes, he spoke as though Meramon wasnÆt there. ôI guess we have two choices now; we can wear him down over time from long range, which would be safer but tedious. Or, you could just tear those arms of his off. ItÆs your choice.ö
Guilmon lowered himself closer to the ground and attacked again. This time it was no senseless lunge; it was a predators dash. He ran with his body nearly parallel to the ground, and low enough that if there was a table between him and his opponent, he likely could have gone straight under it without slowing.
And he was certainly moving fast.
He attacked with his right claws first and aimed for his enemyÆs unprotected belly, but Meramon was prepared this time, and he didnÆt even make contact. Instead, Meramon leaned backwards maybe five centimeters, and the claws hit nothing but air. As soon as they had missed, he leaned back forward, and he brought his fist with him.
The blow took Guilmon across the face, and slide along the ground nearly three meters, before he turned the slide into a roll, and landed back on his feet.
He attacked again, in much the same way, but he aimed for MeramonÆs thigh with his left claws.
Meramon responded by brushing aside GuilmonÆs left arm with his right, and slamming his right knee into his chin.
Guilmon slide back once again, but only half a meter this time, and his feet never left the ground. As soon as he stopped, he attacked again.
And so it continued. A bite aimed for MeramonÆs left arm was answered by his right fist to the left side of GuilmonÆs face. Another attack to the stomach was responded to by grabbing his arm and pulling him into a punch. A successive strike to the stomach caught Meramon slightly by surprise and inflicted a minor wound, but was returned with a punch to GuilmonÆs own stomach. An attack to MeramonÆs right side missed entirely as he stepped lightly to the side and slammed his elbow into GuilmonÆs face.
And then everything began to change.
Another attack to the thigh missed, but this time, MeramonÆs responding fist was dodged. Guilmon attacked again, and scored a blow to MeramonÆs left side before his left fist succeeded where his right had not.
A bite that was aimed for his knee was dodged with a swift sidestep, but so was the replying kick. GuilmonÆs claws never connected with his thigh, but MeramonÆs fist didnÆt connect with his face, either. And then Guilmon did manage to claw at his left hip, and dodge the angry backhand. He scored another blow to the left side, slightly above the first, before Meramon retaliated successfully with his right fist.
Guilmon focused more on the left side in response to the successful attacks.
He attacked twice with his claws, and missed, but he was vicious enough to push the injury-favoring Meramon back enough to not worry about dodging any attacks. He then took Meramon by surprise; he swiftly turned and swept his tail at MeramonÆs legs.
Due to MeramonÆs superior size, it did little more then throw him off balance, but throwing him off balance was enough; Guilmon raked his claws across MeramonÆs left thigh.
Realizing that he was losing, and to a Child, at that, Meramon quickly decided heÆd had enough.
ôMagma Bomb!ö
The sudden rain of magma rocks dissuaded GuilmonÆs attempted advance. Using the brief pause granted by not being under attack, Meramon attempted to shift the tide of the battle by putting Guilmon on the defensive.
ôFire Wave!ö
The flames of MeramonÆs body grew and intensified and he rushed towards Guilmon who was forced to quickly backtrack away from the flames. In truth, while the flames were a dangerous attack in and of themselves, their true purpose was to keep Guilmon out of melee range.
Safely out of harmÆs way, Meramon took advantage of his ranged attacks, knowing that GuilmonÆs werenÆt very damaging to him.
ôCrimson Flame!ö He cried, punching with his right fist as he stepped forward with his left foot.
Guilmon was forced to scrabble way from the flames, for though he knew they couldnÆt really hurt him either, he was also aware that being put in a position in which Meramon could rain down blows was a bad idea.
ôCrimson Flame!ö Meramon repeated, stepping forward with his right foot and firing with his left. Guilmon was also forced to repeat his evasive maneuvers.
Meramon didnÆt let up; he attacked with each step he took. He had the advantage now, and more to the point, he knew the area better. If he could lead Guilmon into an area where evasion was impossible, then he could simply rain down blow after blow until his enemy stopped moving.
Just a few more steps and his opponent would be trapped between Meramon and a rock wall, with Pyocomon houses on either side.
Of course, Meramon wasnÆt the only person to notice this, and he quickly cursed himself for forgetting about his other opponent when he heard his voice.
ôGuilmon, attack his wounds!ö
The beast didnÆt even hesitate, its loyalty was so unquestioning.
ôFireball!ö
MeramonÆs assault faltered as the attack connected with his left side. It didnÆt do too much damage, but it felt like someone was rubbing salt on his wounds.
ôGet behind him!ö The beastÆs master ordered.
Guilmon took advantage of his opponents pause and dashed between his opponents legs. MeramonÆs invigorated flames burnt him as he did, but he seemed to pay them no mind in his hurry to follow his orders.
ôPush him back!ö The voice followed up, and Meramon noted a great deal of glee in it.
And he knew why.
He was about to be shoved into his own trap.
ôFireball!ö The blast didnÆt hurt, but it made him stumble.
ôFireball!ö Again, he stumbled, but this time he managed to turn around in the process.
It did him no good.
ôGo for the face!ö The boy commanded.
ôFireball!ö The blast took him straight in the face and forced him back yet again.
ôFireball! Fireball! Fireball!ö The three successive blasts to the face hurt, and more importantly, knocked him off his feet.
Meramon felt fear. He was lying prone; he knew what was about to happen.
ôGet on him, boy!ö
The beast landed on him with a pounce, and bared him down with his superior position. Those slavering jaws opened and flames lingered in their depths.
Five blasts; five successive, point-black blasts to the face slammed MeramonÆs head into the ground one after the other. It hurt.
A lot.
The monster would have continued, too, if a voice hadnÆt interrupted.
ôGuilmonàö
Meramon had a suspicion he wasnÆt going to say anything good.
ôBreak him.ö The statement fell as though it was an executionerÆs blade; an example that was, Meramon noted, probably fitting.
ôRock Breaker!ö The beasts claws came down, and true to the attacks name, the force of the blow was powerful enough to crack the ground all around his head.
ôRock Breaker!ö Guilmon repeated its attack, and the cracks grew alongside MeramonÆs pain.
ôRock Breaker!ö He did so again.
ôRock Breaker!ö And again.
ôRock Breaker!ö And again.
ôRock Breaker!ö And again.
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