Digimon Open Windows
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XxXXxX
Guilmon walked further into the park.
He would be found soon.
It was, in fact, rather surprising that he had not been found yet.
But then, he was doing all he could to suppress his power. It was good to know that he had not lost all of his former power.
However, that would only work for so long.
If it was one of the Servants of the Olympus Twelveùand it must have been, coming from the Western Quadrantùthan they knew how to deal with him. This was not the first time heÆd hid his power, even though it may well be the last.
If they couldnÆt find him, they would start killing innocent people.
They thought that would draw him out.
To their credit, they were right.
Even now, they were right.
This was not his world.
These were not his people.
But even so, he would die to protect him.
He was a Royal Knight.
It was what he did.
After he was sure there was nobody around to get hurt, he stopped suppressing his power.
It didnÆt even take a second for his pursuer to arrive. In a flash, someone was in front of him.
He immediately labeled him one of MercurymonÆs soldiers, as heÆd expected.
That was unfortunate, though, even if it was expected.
Mercurymon wouldnÆt pull his punches when it came to him. His new opponent was no doubt extremely strong.
Even worse, it was someone he recognized.
XxXXxX
The Digivice lit up, creating a holographic screen.
Rinkmon, Armor Cyborg, Data Type. This Digimon can speed up to ninety-eight percent of the speed of light. His strength is very low, but he is faster than HerculesKabuterimon and SaberLeomon.
Takato swallowed at the percentage, but tried to calm himself. It said his strength was low, right? And Guilmon had the type advantage.
Maybe it would be okay.
He tried to believe that.
But he couldnÆt. Maybe it was the way Guilmon had sounded before leaving, maybe it was a dim comprehension of what that percentageùninety-eight percent of the speed of light itselfùbut he couldnÆt make himself believe things would be okay.
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Rinkmon were weak, even if they were fast.
Guilmon knew this; heÆd crushed Rinkmon before. If this was the Rinkmon he was thinking of, he may have even crushed this particular Rinkmon before.
But he knew better than to think things would be the same as they were in the past.
He narrowed his eyes, facts flashing through his mind.
Force equals mass times acceleration; the degree at which an amount of matter accelerates through space determines the amount of force it has.
Acceleration equals force divided by mass; that is, the amount of force acting on an amount of matter decides the degree to which is accelerates.
HumanÆs consider it impossible for anything to reach the Speed of Light, as the mass of something would increase to infinity and thus require an infinite amount of energy to accelerate.
Digimon, however, have a number of ways around such problems, some of which can simply be summed up as flat-out ignoring them. Such abilities were generally restricted to higher level Digimon, however, which thankfully didnÆt include Rinkmon. Rinkmon actually had to pay a certain amount of attention to the laws of physics, even as he screwed them.
RinkmonÆs ability was quite simple; he was able to alter his data to make himself effectively have less mass. After all, things without mass would have no problem moving at the speed of light. The obvious example of this is the photon. Rinkmon wasnÆt able to reduce his mass to zero, but he could get it low enough to move at the majority of the speed of light.
However, to do that, he has to lower his mass to the point of making his attacksàwellàreally wussy. F=ma, after all.
Howeverà
Even a pathetic attack is dangerous if repeated a thousand times and Rinkmon has the speed to do that. If he had his speed back, this fight wouldnÆt be a problem, but as it was, the difference in speed alone decided this battle; nothing he could do would be fast enough to matter.
He thought about that and examined that thought, looking for alternatives like a trained warrior ought.
He didnÆt find any, so he came to a single conclusion.
He was going to die today. He couldnÆt win, he couldnÆt fight, and he wouldnÆt surrender, so he would die.
It would take a miracle to change that.
Sadly, he wasnÆt Magnamon and couldnÆt pop them out on demand.
Rinkmon was simply looking at him, but he flickered from place to place on occasion, though Guilmon could not see him move.
ôIàö Rinkmon said. ôHave no idea what type of Digimon you are. ButàI sensed UlforceV-dramonÆs energy from you. And that symbol on your chest is DukemonÆs.ö
Rinkmon seemed to ponder something for a moment.
ôThere must by a hell of a story behind this one.ö He said, suddenly smirking. ôA shame IÆll never hear it. Bye.ö
And then it happened.
Guilmon had been expecting it and heÆd known, logically, what would happen.
But it was one thing to understand and another thing to experience.
Rinkmon fell upon him like a vulture. Like the lightning and the rain.
He was a hurricane and Guilmon was a man trying to cling to debris at sea.
It was not a fight.
It was like the battle between man and nature.
It was over almost as quickly as it had begun, really, and he had not even realized it was over until after the fact.
Guilmon walked further into the park.
He would be found soon.
It was, in fact, rather surprising that he had not been found yet.
But then, he was doing all he could to suppress his power. It was good to know that he had not lost all of his former power.
However, that would only work for so long.
If it was one of the Servants of the Olympus Twelveùand it must have been, coming from the Western Quadrantùthan they knew how to deal with him. This was not the first time heÆd hid his power, even though it may well be the last.
If they couldnÆt find him, they would start killing innocent people.
They thought that would draw him out.
To their credit, they were right.
Even now, they were right.
This was not his world.
These were not his people.
But even so, he would die to protect him.
He was a Royal Knight.
It was what he did.
After he was sure there was nobody around to get hurt, he stopped suppressing his power.
It didnÆt even take a second for his pursuer to arrive. In a flash, someone was in front of him.
He immediately labeled him one of MercurymonÆs soldiers, as heÆd expected.
That was unfortunate, though, even if it was expected.
Mercurymon wouldnÆt pull his punches when it came to him. His new opponent was no doubt extremely strong.
Even worse, it was someone he recognized.
XxXXxX
The Digivice lit up, creating a holographic screen.
Rinkmon, Armor Cyborg, Data Type. This Digimon can speed up to ninety-eight percent of the speed of light. His strength is very low, but he is faster than HerculesKabuterimon and SaberLeomon.
Takato swallowed at the percentage, but tried to calm himself. It said his strength was low, right? And Guilmon had the type advantage.
Maybe it would be okay.
He tried to believe that.
But he couldnÆt. Maybe it was the way Guilmon had sounded before leaving, maybe it was a dim comprehension of what that percentageùninety-eight percent of the speed of light itselfùbut he couldnÆt make himself believe things would be okay.
XxXXxX
Rinkmon were weak, even if they were fast.
Guilmon knew this; heÆd crushed Rinkmon before. If this was the Rinkmon he was thinking of, he may have even crushed this particular Rinkmon before.
But he knew better than to think things would be the same as they were in the past.
He narrowed his eyes, facts flashing through his mind.
Force equals mass times acceleration; the degree at which an amount of matter accelerates through space determines the amount of force it has.
Acceleration equals force divided by mass; that is, the amount of force acting on an amount of matter decides the degree to which is accelerates.
HumanÆs consider it impossible for anything to reach the Speed of Light, as the mass of something would increase to infinity and thus require an infinite amount of energy to accelerate.
Digimon, however, have a number of ways around such problems, some of which can simply be summed up as flat-out ignoring them. Such abilities were generally restricted to higher level Digimon, however, which thankfully didnÆt include Rinkmon. Rinkmon actually had to pay a certain amount of attention to the laws of physics, even as he screwed them.
RinkmonÆs ability was quite simple; he was able to alter his data to make himself effectively have less mass. After all, things without mass would have no problem moving at the speed of light. The obvious example of this is the photon. Rinkmon wasnÆt able to reduce his mass to zero, but he could get it low enough to move at the majority of the speed of light.
However, to do that, he has to lower his mass to the point of making his attacksàwellàreally wussy. F=ma, after all.
Howeverà
Even a pathetic attack is dangerous if repeated a thousand times and Rinkmon has the speed to do that. If he had his speed back, this fight wouldnÆt be a problem, but as it was, the difference in speed alone decided this battle; nothing he could do would be fast enough to matter.
He thought about that and examined that thought, looking for alternatives like a trained warrior ought.
He didnÆt find any, so he came to a single conclusion.
He was going to die today. He couldnÆt win, he couldnÆt fight, and he wouldnÆt surrender, so he would die.
It would take a miracle to change that.
Sadly, he wasnÆt Magnamon and couldnÆt pop them out on demand.
Rinkmon was simply looking at him, but he flickered from place to place on occasion, though Guilmon could not see him move.
ôIàö Rinkmon said. ôHave no idea what type of Digimon you are. ButàI sensed UlforceV-dramonÆs energy from you. And that symbol on your chest is DukemonÆs.ö
Rinkmon seemed to ponder something for a moment.
ôThere must by a hell of a story behind this one.ö He said, suddenly smirking. ôA shame IÆll never hear it. Bye.ö
And then it happened.
Guilmon had been expecting it and heÆd known, logically, what would happen.
But it was one thing to understand and another thing to experience.
Rinkmon fell upon him like a vulture. Like the lightning and the rain.
He was a hurricane and Guilmon was a man trying to cling to debris at sea.
It was not a fight.
It was like the battle between man and nature.
It was over almost as quickly as it had begun, really, and he had not even realized it was over until after the fact.
He hit the ground some fifty meters away, but he was pretty sure heÆd slammed into various other things along the way.
He did a quick count of his injuries, as he had been trained to do.
His jaw hurt a lot. So did his forearms. His upper arms seemed okay, surprising, but his legs had received an enormous amount of damage. He was sure why; it was plainly obvious that he was hopelessly slow compared to Rinkmon. His chestà
If he had ribs, they would have been broken. All of them.
In fact, that could be broadly applied to every area he was feeling pain in.
He wanted to scream in pain, but crushed the urge under the unassailable mountain that was his training. Once he was able to think through the pain, he mentally frowned.
He was still alive.
ThatàdidnÆt make any sense.
Mercurymon didnÆt want him alive. HeÆd said as much, straight to his face.
æThere was no possible benefit worth allowing someone as dangerous as you to survive.Æ
Unless Mercurymon knew how weak he wasà
No. Mercurymon was good, he could admit that; good enough, even to beat him.
However, he was in the Western Quadrant of the Digital World. He, on the other hand, was in the Human World connected to the Southern Quadrant.
He was multiple dimensions away.
Mercurymon was good.
But not that good.
But thenà
Why was he still alive?
Guilmon suddenly realized something.
He created a mental image of his own injuries and then copied them onto the body of a Rinkmon.
It was a familiar image.
He felt like laughing. He tried, but it came out as a choking sound.
You really do reap what you sow, he supposed.
Naturally, Rinkmon noticed.
ôSomething funny?ö He asked, leaning against a tree some twenty meters away.
Guilmon turned his head slightly.
He saw RinkmonÆs face and smiled.
ôYou look like you think so, too.ö
RinkmonÆs smirk widened.
ôGranted.ö He admitted. ôI am surprised, however, that we find the same thing funny.ö
ôIÆm amused by the irony of this role-reversal.ö Guilmon stated. ôI was just thinking IÆve reaped what I sowed.ö
Rinkmon let out a quick laugh.
ôGreat minds think alike, I suppose.ö
Suddenly, Rinkmon was by his side and on one knee.
ôSo you really are UlforceV-dramon?ö He asked. ôThis really must be quite a story. YouÆve amused me, you know. Just a little bit. If you tell it to me and make it interesting, IÆll wait until youÆre done to kill you.ö
Guilmon tried laughing again.
ôItÆs a long story.ö
ôIÆve got time.ö Rinkmon said.
ôAlso, IÆm not the type to tell stories.ö Guilmon said smugly. ôI let them tell themselves.ö
He couldnÆt see it under the stupid looking helmet, but Guilmon imagined Rinkmon was raising an eyebrow.
ôYou realize I hold your life in my hands, right? One would think youÆd make an effort to keep me amused.ö
ôGood point.ö Guilmon conceded before baring his teeth in a draconic smile. ôOkay; hereÆs a cool story. Once upon a time, there was this dumb Rinkmon who was causing trouble in the West. He was an arrogant little shit, running around, thinking nobody could catch him and hurt a lot of innocent people. But then one day, a handsome Blue Knight showed up and shoved his foot up RinkmonÆs ass. And so the day was saved, UlforceV-dramon was awesome, and Rinkmon was totally his bitch.ö
RinkmonÆs face had become expressionless halfway through and now he stared impassively down at the lower level Digimon.
ôYou done?ö He asked.
Guilmon nodded happily.
ôYeah, IÆm good.ö
ôCool.ö
Guilmon didnÆt see anything this time either, but he certainly felt it.
Put simply, heÆd just gotten hit in the stomach. How many times, however, he could not say. All he knew was that he now lay at the bottom of a crater because the repeated impacts had broken the ground.
If he had blood, he would probably be coughing it up right now.
ôYouÆre pretty stupid, you know that?ö Rinkmon told him. ôYou should be a little more obedient to your betters.ö
Guilmon forced himself to smirk. Not that he didnÆt want to smirk; he did. He was just having a hard time making his body move.
ôMy betters? WhatÆchu talkinÆ æbout, Rinkmon? Last time we fought, I kicked your ass in less than a second. Literally. And I spent most of that time playing with you! I hung you up by your ankles in the middle of a city and let people use you as a pi±ata, you mass-murdering fuck. Mercurymon beat me, true, so he has the right to brag. But you? I bet you were quaking in your little boots when he told you to go after me.ö
Rinkmon flushed and Guilmon laughed.
ôItÆs true!? Ahahaha; oh, wow. Did he have to tell you how weak I was to make you come? He did, didnÆt he?ö He smirked slyly at the Armor Digimon. ôYou are totally my bitch forever.ö
Rinkmon kicked him in the side. Repeatedly, he assumed, though he didnÆt actually see that.
ôYou are nothing!ö Rinkmon said, all traces of humor gone. ôLook at you! UlforceV-dramon, third in command of the Royal Knights! Defeated at my feet! IÆm pathetic? IÆm pathetic!? Then what the hell are you! Oh, wait; I know!ö
He clinched a hand into a fist.
ôA dead man!ö
The fist swung down like an executionerÆs axe.
Guilmon knew heÆd need a miracle to survive.
He got one.
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He did a quick count of his injuries, as he had been trained to do.
His jaw hurt a lot. So did his forearms. His upper arms seemed okay, surprising, but his legs had received an enormous amount of damage. He was sure why; it was plainly obvious that he was hopelessly slow compared to Rinkmon. His chestà
If he had ribs, they would have been broken. All of them.
In fact, that could be broadly applied to every area he was feeling pain in.
He wanted to scream in pain, but crushed the urge under the unassailable mountain that was his training. Once he was able to think through the pain, he mentally frowned.
He was still alive.
ThatàdidnÆt make any sense.
Mercurymon didnÆt want him alive. HeÆd said as much, straight to his face.
æThere was no possible benefit worth allowing someone as dangerous as you to survive.Æ
Unless Mercurymon knew how weak he wasà
No. Mercurymon was good, he could admit that; good enough, even to beat him.
However, he was in the Western Quadrant of the Digital World. He, on the other hand, was in the Human World connected to the Southern Quadrant.
He was multiple dimensions away.
Mercurymon was good.
But not that good.
But thenà
Why was he still alive?
Guilmon suddenly realized something.
He created a mental image of his own injuries and then copied them onto the body of a Rinkmon.
It was a familiar image.
He felt like laughing. He tried, but it came out as a choking sound.
You really do reap what you sow, he supposed.
Naturally, Rinkmon noticed.
ôSomething funny?ö He asked, leaning against a tree some twenty meters away.
Guilmon turned his head slightly.
He saw RinkmonÆs face and smiled.
ôYou look like you think so, too.ö
RinkmonÆs smirk widened.
ôGranted.ö He admitted. ôI am surprised, however, that we find the same thing funny.ö
ôIÆm amused by the irony of this role-reversal.ö Guilmon stated. ôI was just thinking IÆve reaped what I sowed.ö
Rinkmon let out a quick laugh.
ôGreat minds think alike, I suppose.ö
Suddenly, Rinkmon was by his side and on one knee.
ôSo you really are UlforceV-dramon?ö He asked. ôThis really must be quite a story. YouÆve amused me, you know. Just a little bit. If you tell it to me and make it interesting, IÆll wait until youÆre done to kill you.ö
Guilmon tried laughing again.
ôItÆs a long story.ö
ôIÆve got time.ö Rinkmon said.
ôAlso, IÆm not the type to tell stories.ö Guilmon said smugly. ôI let them tell themselves.ö
He couldnÆt see it under the stupid looking helmet, but Guilmon imagined Rinkmon was raising an eyebrow.
ôYou realize I hold your life in my hands, right? One would think youÆd make an effort to keep me amused.ö
ôGood point.ö Guilmon conceded before baring his teeth in a draconic smile. ôOkay; hereÆs a cool story. Once upon a time, there was this dumb Rinkmon who was causing trouble in the West. He was an arrogant little shit, running around, thinking nobody could catch him and hurt a lot of innocent people. But then one day, a handsome Blue Knight showed up and shoved his foot up RinkmonÆs ass. And so the day was saved, UlforceV-dramon was awesome, and Rinkmon was totally his bitch.ö
RinkmonÆs face had become expressionless halfway through and now he stared impassively down at the lower level Digimon.
ôYou done?ö He asked.
Guilmon nodded happily.
ôYeah, IÆm good.ö
ôCool.ö
Guilmon didnÆt see anything this time either, but he certainly felt it.
Put simply, heÆd just gotten hit in the stomach. How many times, however, he could not say. All he knew was that he now lay at the bottom of a crater because the repeated impacts had broken the ground.
If he had blood, he would probably be coughing it up right now.
ôYouÆre pretty stupid, you know that?ö Rinkmon told him. ôYou should be a little more obedient to your betters.ö
Guilmon forced himself to smirk. Not that he didnÆt want to smirk; he did. He was just having a hard time making his body move.
ôMy betters? WhatÆchu talkinÆ æbout, Rinkmon? Last time we fought, I kicked your ass in less than a second. Literally. And I spent most of that time playing with you! I hung you up by your ankles in the middle of a city and let people use you as a pi±ata, you mass-murdering fuck. Mercurymon beat me, true, so he has the right to brag. But you? I bet you were quaking in your little boots when he told you to go after me.ö
Rinkmon flushed and Guilmon laughed.
ôItÆs true!? Ahahaha; oh, wow. Did he have to tell you how weak I was to make you come? He did, didnÆt he?ö He smirked slyly at the Armor Digimon. ôYou are totally my bitch forever.ö
Rinkmon kicked him in the side. Repeatedly, he assumed, though he didnÆt actually see that.
ôYou are nothing!ö Rinkmon said, all traces of humor gone. ôLook at you! UlforceV-dramon, third in command of the Royal Knights! Defeated at my feet! IÆm pathetic? IÆm pathetic!? Then what the hell are you! Oh, wait; I know!ö
He clinched a hand into a fist.
ôA dead man!ö
The fist swung down like an executionerÆs axe.
Guilmon knew heÆd need a miracle to survive.
He got one.
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the_light_wanderer said:
Guilmon's story was so awesome 
The UlforceV-dramon personality is great and I'm hoping we're going to see a lot more of it. I really hope Takato is going to show up in the next snippet.
Beyond that all I can say can we please get some more?
The UlforceV-dramon personality is great and I'm hoping we're going to see a lot more of it. I really hope Takato is going to show up in the next snippet. Beyond that all I can say can we please get some more?
Ryuugi said:
the_light_wanderer said:
Guilmon's story was so awesome? ? The UlforceV-dramon personality is great and I'm hoping we're going to see a lot more of it.? I really hope Takato is going to show up in the next snippet.?
Beyond that all I can say can we please get some more?
? The UlforceV-dramon personality is great and I'm hoping we're going to see a lot more of it.? I really hope Takato is going to show up in the next snippet.? Beyond that all I can say can we please get some more?
That's good to hear that Takato's going to show up soon. I totally want to see him and Guilmon beat Rinkmon into the ground.
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ôAll Freeze, Activate!ö Takato shouted.
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Time halted.
RinkmonÆs fist stopped in mid-fall, the birds disturbed by their one-sided battle stopped in midflight, and even the falling leaves were suspended in midair.
It didnÆt take Guilmon long to realized what had happened.
Takatoà
His Tamer.
ThatÆs right; he didnÆt have a miracle maker like Magnamon, but he did have a Tamer, which was almost as good.
Butà
Why did you have to get involved, Takato?
Even with his Tamer, could he really win? If he failed now, they would likely still wonder where all of his sudden power boosts came from. And if they did, they might even be able to find Takato.
IàdidnÆt want you to get involved.
If he wanted to keep his Tamer safe, thenà
He would have to win an impossible battle.
Even though he could not claim to be even one ten-millionth as fast as Rinkmon, he had to win.
He tried to stand.
He couldnÆt.
Whaà?
It took him a moment to understand.
Whatever Takato had done, it affected him too!
Thenà
What good is this, Takato!?
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Takato sat alone in his room in a world that seemed frozen. As soon as Guilmon had left, heÆd rushed home. His parents were gone; they were probably out looking for him right now. He felt bad about worrying them, butà
He wasnÆt running. He wasnÆt going to leave his friend behind.
He just needed to get a few things.
Takato couldnÆt claim to be the smartest kid around; he didnÆt get really good grades. He couldnÆt say that he was athletic, either. And he wasnÆt good with girls; he could barely speak to his crush without blushing.
But there was one thing he could, at this moment, say proudly.
He was obsessed with Digimon. He always had been, even before Guilmon was created.
And though, after seeing what Ruki could do with them, heÆd spent all of his money buying cardsà
HeÆd been playing the card game for a lot longer than Guilmon had been around.
He had plenty of other cards.
HeÆd rushed up to his room, gathered up the boxes he kept them in, and dumped all of them onto the floor in reckless haste. As soon as heÆd found All Freeze, heÆd slashed it, hoping it would buy him time to find the cards he needed.
Guilmon thought he was going to die. Takato wasnÆt a genius, but he wasnÆt stupid, either; he could tell that much. Guilmon was walking into a battle he didnÆt think he could win.
Butà
ôI wonÆt let you take away my friend! High Speed Plug-in B, Activate!ö He cried.
The card heÆd slashed to buy time wore off a moment later.
XxXXxX
Time resumed.
Guilmon felt a familiar power fill him; felt a fraction of his former speed returning.
It didnÆt change anything. RinkmonÆs fist slammed into his face all the same.
He was, after all, not even one ten-millionth of RinkmonÆs speed.
All the speed boost accomplished was allow him to draw upon small fragments of his former glory and cling to this world for just a little while longer.
XxXXxX
Rinkmon was too fast for Guilmon; Takato knew that much. The ten year old didnÆt quite grasp what æninety-eight percent the speed of lightÆ meant, but he knew it was really fast.
If Guilmon was to have any hope of winning, he had to be fast, too.
ôHigh Speed Plug-in H, Activate!ö He said. ôSpeedup Food, Activate! High Speed Attack, Activate!ö
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Blow after blow fell upon him and Guilmon was unable to stop the torrent. A right hook took him in the chin, an elbow sank into his stomach, an uppercut connected with his jaw, and if someone had asked, he would not have been able to tell them which order they connected in. All thoughts of them faded in the following torrent of blows, however, so it didnÆt matter.
He could feel what his Tamer was trying to do, even as each card called out to his former glory and dragged back a tiny scrap, allowing, by some miracle, him to stay in one form as a pathetic imitation of the Ulforce tried to heal his wounds. He could feel as each card chipped at the wall that separated him from the Royal Knights he was, making him faster then he should; faster than these cards should make him by far!
But it didnÆt matter.
Rinkmon grabbed him by the neck and swung him, releasing him only when heÆd be sure to slam into a tree. It was, if anything, a relief, for Rinkmon did not attack even once during his two second flight. If he had, Guilmon would have been unable to resist.
It could not be helped.
He was not even one millionth as fast as Rinkmon was.
XxXXxX
ôAngemonÆs Wing!ö Takato slashed, a bit unsurely.
HeÆd used all the speed boosting cards that had been ætested.Æ Heùtheyùwere officially in unknown territory now.
XxXXxX
The battle came to a temporary halt as Guilmon suddenly sprouted a single white wing.
Guilmon glanced at it incredulously and Rinkmon tilted his head in confusion.
It glowed slightly and flapped feebly, but as it was but one wing, it accomplished little, but to slightly alter his course in mid-air, preventing him from hitting the tree.
Rinkmon blinked at it once. Twice.
The he covered the distance between them and punched Guilmon in the face, slamming it into the Earth.
Guilmon could feel the speed it granted him, but it was pointless. His power was returning more quickly with every card, but he was only just slightly more than a millionth as fast as Rinkmon.
TakatoàIÆm trying, butà
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ôAccelerator, Activate!ö Takato shouted, a bit desperately. ôBeastÆs Instinct, Activate!ö
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Guilmon tried to swing one claw at his attacker, but Rinkmon backed off in an instant.
He surprised the Child Digimon, however, when he didnÆt continue his attack.
He wasnÆt one to look a gift horse in the mouth, however, so he took the opportunity to scramble to his feet.
He took stock of himself.
HeÆd been hit. A lot. It would be easier to list where he hadnÆt been hit: Nowhere.
He winced and moved on. He was able to use the Ulforce, sort of, but it was such a pathetic imitation of the real thing. If he had the true version, he wouldnÆt even be in pain right now.
Of course, if he had the real thing, heÆd be UlforceV-dramon, and itÆd be pi±ata day again.
In addition, he was panting. Hard. Or rather, harder then he should, even considering his beating. He wasnÆt sure whyù
Oh, Guilmon realized.
The cards. They put a strain on his body; he must not have noticed it underneath the beating he was getting. If he was a normal Child Digimon, he would probably be dead by now from the strain alone.
But then, if he was normal, heÆd be dead for a lot of reasons.
As such: Abnormality, fuck yeah.
ôYouàö Rinkmon suddenly drew his attention.
Guilmon blinked at what he saw.
ôYou areàhow are you getting faster!?ö Rinkmon demanded.
There was fear in his eyes.
Guilmon blinked again and smirked, a plan forming in his head.
XxXXxX
The battle had come to a standstill, but Takato wasnÆt sure why; he could not hear through his Digivice, only see through GuilmonÆs eyes. He wasnÆt optimistic enough to think the battle was over though, so he continued to search for the right cards.
He knew he had more speed boosting cards! He had to! His partnerÆs life literally depended on it!
Even though heÆd had no way of knowing how badly it would matter, he still cursed himself for not organizing his cards better.
There!
ôDigimental of Friendship, Activate!ö He said.
Some small part of him silently wondered if Guilmon would evolve.
The rest was too busy keeping his friend alive to care.
XxXXxX
Guilmon nearly purred as he felt another card get slashed, and he felt his speed increase again. It was a slight increaseùso very slight in the face of the mountain called Rinkmonùbut it was an increase nonetheless.
And then, strangely, a strand of information filled his head; a Code. An Evolutionary Code, he guessed, mentally frowning, but it was incompatible with his structural data. If he had been a V-mon, then maybe he could have used it, but as he wasùas Guilmonùthis code was useless to himù
A thought struck him and he examined the Code again, this time more carefully.
He shifted his gaze to Rinkmon, looking at him considering.
HmàMaybe not.
Even if he couldnÆt use it to evolveà
He could think of a few uses for the informational data of the Digimental of Friendship.
He started working, silently writing a piece of code.
He wanted to smirk at Rinkmon and to mock him; taunting him with what was soon to come.
But heÆd need time, so he refrained.
ôHow do you think IÆm getting faster, Rinkmon?ö He asked instead, giving his opponent a smile that held nothing but teeth. ôI wonderàcould you have forgotten who youÆre fighting?ö
Rinkmon held all the cards. He was so much faster that the simple difference in speed alone would decide this fight.
Even so, he swallowed.
ôI-impossible.ö Rinkmon stated, but he sounded unsure, even to himself.
ôImpossible?ö Guilmon asked. ôFor UlforceV-dramon to run fast? Are you retarded, Rinkmon?ö
Rinkmon flinched, whereas before he would have been enraged.
GuilmonÆs smirk widened, showing off more and more teeth. He took a moment to enjoy RinkmonÆs discomfort at the sight and continued.
ôIÆve been getting faster ever since we began fighting. CouldnÆt you tell? CanÆt you feel it, Rinkmon? My powerÆs returning; bit by bit, itÆs coming back to me.ö He said, and it was true, though he left out the reason why it was true. ôIÆm surprised you didnÆt notice; I would have thought you would cower in fear of this power.ö
ôDo you think IÆm afraid of you?ö The Armor Digimon demanded.
Guilmon shrugged.
ôI suppose I donÆt know. Are you?ö He asked challengingly.
Rinkmon snarled.
But he didnÆt resume the fight.
Guilmon chuckled.
IÆll believe in you, Takato. IÆll believe that, together, we can win this, even if I canÆt outrun him. So pleaseàdonÆt let me down now!
He took a deep breath and continued on.
This was a dangerous gamble and he knew it.
But heÆd meant it.
He believed in Takato.
ôWhy are you so scared, Rinkmon?ö He asked. ôI am not even one hundred thousandth as fast as ûugh!ö
It hurt.
Whatever was happening to him hurt so much.
But it took all his will to keep from laughing in happiness.
I knew I could trust you, Takato.
It might be true, Guilmon thought. That saying.
HowÆd it go?
Who dares, wins?
XxXXxX
ôFound æem!ö Takato said happily. ôDragon Wing, Activate! Dragon Wings, Activate!ö
The two cards, two of his best speed boosting cards, so similar and yet, so different, slide smoothly through his Digivice.
Perhaps it was just him, butà
He thought he heard a thank you.
XxXXxX
GuilmonÆs back bulged, as if a full grown man was trying to struggle out.
Two cards, his data told him. Both with the same effect; increasing the speed of Digimon with Dragon Data. The one causing him the most pain was called Dragon Wings.
Guilmon screamed as the two æwingsÆ tore themselves out of his back. They were made of metal, with sharpened blades replacing bone. Each æboneÆ was straight and connected to another æboneÆ by some purple material. Despite being called wings, it was obvious that they would be of no use for flying.
The other card, Dragon Wing, showed no visible effect, but it was playing havoc with his data, though it hurt less.
Even so, he was forced to face the truth.
The stress of all these cards was getting to even him.
Even so, he laughed.
ôIÆm sorry. I was wrong. What I should have said was æIÆm not even one ten-thousandth as fast as you.Æö He corrected himself.
Rinkmon was beginning to appear nervous.
XxXXxX
Takato would have empathized with the feeling heÆd been aware of it. He was getting nervous, too.
The Reason was simple. He was running out of Speed cards.
A few more and heÆd be out andù
He had to face factsù
There was absolutely no chance of him being able to make Guilmon as fast as Rinkmon.
He needed a new plan and he needed it now.
Maybe heÆd been stupid from the beginning; trying to beat one of the fastest Digimon at their own game.
Instead, perhaps he should have justàchanged the rules.
XxXXxX
ôAll Freeze, Activate!ö Takato shouted.
XxXXxX
Time halted.
RinkmonÆs fist stopped in mid-fall, the birds disturbed by their one-sided battle stopped in midflight, and even the falling leaves were suspended in midair.
It didnÆt take Guilmon long to realized what had happened.
Takatoà
His Tamer.
ThatÆs right; he didnÆt have a miracle maker like Magnamon, but he did have a Tamer, which was almost as good.
Butà
Why did you have to get involved, Takato?
Even with his Tamer, could he really win? If he failed now, they would likely still wonder where all of his sudden power boosts came from. And if they did, they might even be able to find Takato.
IàdidnÆt want you to get involved.
If he wanted to keep his Tamer safe, thenà
He would have to win an impossible battle.
Even though he could not claim to be even one ten-millionth as fast as Rinkmon, he had to win.
He tried to stand.
He couldnÆt.
Whaà?
It took him a moment to understand.
Whatever Takato had done, it affected him too!
Thenà
What good is this, Takato!?
XxXXxX
Takato sat alone in his room in a world that seemed frozen. As soon as Guilmon had left, heÆd rushed home. His parents were gone; they were probably out looking for him right now. He felt bad about worrying them, butà
He wasnÆt running. He wasnÆt going to leave his friend behind.
He just needed to get a few things.
Takato couldnÆt claim to be the smartest kid around; he didnÆt get really good grades. He couldnÆt say that he was athletic, either. And he wasnÆt good with girls; he could barely speak to his crush without blushing.
But there was one thing he could, at this moment, say proudly.
He was obsessed with Digimon. He always had been, even before Guilmon was created.
And though, after seeing what Ruki could do with them, heÆd spent all of his money buying cardsà
HeÆd been playing the card game for a lot longer than Guilmon had been around.
He had plenty of other cards.
HeÆd rushed up to his room, gathered up the boxes he kept them in, and dumped all of them onto the floor in reckless haste. As soon as heÆd found All Freeze, heÆd slashed it, hoping it would buy him time to find the cards he needed.
Guilmon thought he was going to die. Takato wasnÆt a genius, but he wasnÆt stupid, either; he could tell that much. Guilmon was walking into a battle he didnÆt think he could win.
Butà
ôI wonÆt let you take away my friend! High Speed Plug-in B, Activate!ö He cried.
The card heÆd slashed to buy time wore off a moment later.
XxXXxX
Time resumed.
Guilmon felt a familiar power fill him; felt a fraction of his former speed returning.
It didnÆt change anything. RinkmonÆs fist slammed into his face all the same.
He was, after all, not even one ten-millionth of RinkmonÆs speed.
All the speed boost accomplished was allow him to draw upon small fragments of his former glory and cling to this world for just a little while longer.
XxXXxX
Rinkmon was too fast for Guilmon; Takato knew that much. The ten year old didnÆt quite grasp what æninety-eight percent the speed of lightÆ meant, but he knew it was really fast.
If Guilmon was to have any hope of winning, he had to be fast, too.
ôHigh Speed Plug-in H, Activate!ö He said. ôSpeedup Food, Activate! High Speed Attack, Activate!ö
XxXXxX
Blow after blow fell upon him and Guilmon was unable to stop the torrent. A right hook took him in the chin, an elbow sank into his stomach, an uppercut connected with his jaw, and if someone had asked, he would not have been able to tell them which order they connected in. All thoughts of them faded in the following torrent of blows, however, so it didnÆt matter.
He could feel what his Tamer was trying to do, even as each card called out to his former glory and dragged back a tiny scrap, allowing, by some miracle, him to stay in one form as a pathetic imitation of the Ulforce tried to heal his wounds. He could feel as each card chipped at the wall that separated him from the Royal Knights he was, making him faster then he should; faster than these cards should make him by far!
But it didnÆt matter.
Rinkmon grabbed him by the neck and swung him, releasing him only when heÆd be sure to slam into a tree. It was, if anything, a relief, for Rinkmon did not attack even once during his two second flight. If he had, Guilmon would have been unable to resist.
It could not be helped.
He was not even one millionth as fast as Rinkmon was.
XxXXxX
ôAngemonÆs Wing!ö Takato slashed, a bit unsurely.
HeÆd used all the speed boosting cards that had been ætested.Æ Heùtheyùwere officially in unknown territory now.
XxXXxX
The battle came to a temporary halt as Guilmon suddenly sprouted a single white wing.
Guilmon glanced at it incredulously and Rinkmon tilted his head in confusion.
It glowed slightly and flapped feebly, but as it was but one wing, it accomplished little, but to slightly alter his course in mid-air, preventing him from hitting the tree.
Rinkmon blinked at it once. Twice.
The he covered the distance between them and punched Guilmon in the face, slamming it into the Earth.
Guilmon could feel the speed it granted him, but it was pointless. His power was returning more quickly with every card, but he was only just slightly more than a millionth as fast as Rinkmon.
TakatoàIÆm trying, butà
XxXXxX
ôAccelerator, Activate!ö Takato shouted, a bit desperately. ôBeastÆs Instinct, Activate!ö
XxXXxX
Guilmon tried to swing one claw at his attacker, but Rinkmon backed off in an instant.
He surprised the Child Digimon, however, when he didnÆt continue his attack.
He wasnÆt one to look a gift horse in the mouth, however, so he took the opportunity to scramble to his feet.
He took stock of himself.
HeÆd been hit. A lot. It would be easier to list where he hadnÆt been hit: Nowhere.
He winced and moved on. He was able to use the Ulforce, sort of, but it was such a pathetic imitation of the real thing. If he had the true version, he wouldnÆt even be in pain right now.
Of course, if he had the real thing, heÆd be UlforceV-dramon, and itÆd be pi±ata day again.
In addition, he was panting. Hard. Or rather, harder then he should, even considering his beating. He wasnÆt sure whyù
Oh, Guilmon realized.
The cards. They put a strain on his body; he must not have noticed it underneath the beating he was getting. If he was a normal Child Digimon, he would probably be dead by now from the strain alone.
But then, if he was normal, heÆd be dead for a lot of reasons.
As such: Abnormality, fuck yeah.
ôYouàö Rinkmon suddenly drew his attention.
Guilmon blinked at what he saw.
ôYou areàhow are you getting faster!?ö Rinkmon demanded.
There was fear in his eyes.
Guilmon blinked again and smirked, a plan forming in his head.
XxXXxX
The battle had come to a standstill, but Takato wasnÆt sure why; he could not hear through his Digivice, only see through GuilmonÆs eyes. He wasnÆt optimistic enough to think the battle was over though, so he continued to search for the right cards.
He knew he had more speed boosting cards! He had to! His partnerÆs life literally depended on it!
Even though heÆd had no way of knowing how badly it would matter, he still cursed himself for not organizing his cards better.
There!
ôDigimental of Friendship, Activate!ö He said.
Some small part of him silently wondered if Guilmon would evolve.
The rest was too busy keeping his friend alive to care.
XxXXxX
Guilmon nearly purred as he felt another card get slashed, and he felt his speed increase again. It was a slight increaseùso very slight in the face of the mountain called Rinkmonùbut it was an increase nonetheless.
And then, strangely, a strand of information filled his head; a Code. An Evolutionary Code, he guessed, mentally frowning, but it was incompatible with his structural data. If he had been a V-mon, then maybe he could have used it, but as he wasùas Guilmonùthis code was useless to himù
A thought struck him and he examined the Code again, this time more carefully.
He shifted his gaze to Rinkmon, looking at him considering.
HmàMaybe not.
Even if he couldnÆt use it to evolveà
He could think of a few uses for the informational data of the Digimental of Friendship.
He started working, silently writing a piece of code.
He wanted to smirk at Rinkmon and to mock him; taunting him with what was soon to come.
But heÆd need time, so he refrained.
ôHow do you think IÆm getting faster, Rinkmon?ö He asked instead, giving his opponent a smile that held nothing but teeth. ôI wonderàcould you have forgotten who youÆre fighting?ö
Rinkmon held all the cards. He was so much faster that the simple difference in speed alone would decide this fight.
Even so, he swallowed.
ôI-impossible.ö Rinkmon stated, but he sounded unsure, even to himself.
ôImpossible?ö Guilmon asked. ôFor UlforceV-dramon to run fast? Are you retarded, Rinkmon?ö
Rinkmon flinched, whereas before he would have been enraged.
GuilmonÆs smirk widened, showing off more and more teeth. He took a moment to enjoy RinkmonÆs discomfort at the sight and continued.
ôIÆve been getting faster ever since we began fighting. CouldnÆt you tell? CanÆt you feel it, Rinkmon? My powerÆs returning; bit by bit, itÆs coming back to me.ö He said, and it was true, though he left out the reason why it was true. ôIÆm surprised you didnÆt notice; I would have thought you would cower in fear of this power.ö
ôDo you think IÆm afraid of you?ö The Armor Digimon demanded.
Guilmon shrugged.
ôI suppose I donÆt know. Are you?ö He asked challengingly.
Rinkmon snarled.
But he didnÆt resume the fight.
Guilmon chuckled.
IÆll believe in you, Takato. IÆll believe that, together, we can win this, even if I canÆt outrun him. So pleaseàdonÆt let me down now!
He took a deep breath and continued on.
This was a dangerous gamble and he knew it.
But heÆd meant it.
He believed in Takato.
ôWhy are you so scared, Rinkmon?ö He asked. ôI am not even one hundred thousandth as fast as ûugh!ö
It hurt.
Whatever was happening to him hurt so much.
But it took all his will to keep from laughing in happiness.
I knew I could trust you, Takato.
It might be true, Guilmon thought. That saying.
HowÆd it go?
Who dares, wins?
XxXXxX
ôFound æem!ö Takato said happily. ôDragon Wing, Activate! Dragon Wings, Activate!ö
The two cards, two of his best speed boosting cards, so similar and yet, so different, slide smoothly through his Digivice.
Perhaps it was just him, butà
He thought he heard a thank you.
XxXXxX
GuilmonÆs back bulged, as if a full grown man was trying to struggle out.
Two cards, his data told him. Both with the same effect; increasing the speed of Digimon with Dragon Data. The one causing him the most pain was called Dragon Wings.
Guilmon screamed as the two æwingsÆ tore themselves out of his back. They were made of metal, with sharpened blades replacing bone. Each æboneÆ was straight and connected to another æboneÆ by some purple material. Despite being called wings, it was obvious that they would be of no use for flying.
The other card, Dragon Wing, showed no visible effect, but it was playing havoc with his data, though it hurt less.
Even so, he was forced to face the truth.
The stress of all these cards was getting to even him.
Even so, he laughed.
ôIÆm sorry. I was wrong. What I should have said was æIÆm not even one ten-thousandth as fast as you.Æö He corrected himself.
Rinkmon was beginning to appear nervous.
XxXXxX
Takato would have empathized with the feeling heÆd been aware of it. He was getting nervous, too.
The Reason was simple. He was running out of Speed cards.
A few more and heÆd be out andù
He had to face factsù
There was absolutely no chance of him being able to make Guilmon as fast as Rinkmon.
He needed a new plan and he needed it now.
Maybe heÆd been stupid from the beginning; trying to beat one of the fastest Digimon at their own game.
Instead, perhaps he should have justàchanged the rules.
XxXXxX
I would like to amend that.
In 02, Magnamon could have busted out Extreme Jihad and won whenever the hell he felt like it.
Except it would have, you know, killed everyone, because they were like a few hundred feet away and in the same building.
So he just had to settle for boxing the Giant Chimera with Type Advantage instead, and he was STILL kicking it's ass, if not for his attention slipping once and getting snatched he was pretty much fine.
In 02, Magnamon could have busted out Extreme Jihad and won whenever the hell he felt like it.
Except it would have, you know, killed everyone, because they were like a few hundred feet away and in the same building.
So he just had to settle for boxing the Giant Chimera with Type Advantage instead, and he was STILL kicking it's ass, if not for his attention slipping once and getting snatched he was pretty much fine.