æHell yeah, Takato,Æ Guilmon thought.
He understood the effect of the card almost immediately. It uploaded a virus in an enemy Armor Digimon, disrupting their evolution in the hopes of returning them to their lower leveled forms.
In the card game, it was a perfect effect, unless countered. Once played, the opponent would immediately revert to their Child level form and that would be the end of that.
In Reality, things were not so simple.
Things werenÆt as simply as æworkÆ or ædoesnÆt work.Æ The results were dependent on a number of factors; the power of everyone involved, their skill with code, the amount of time they had, the stress of the situation, etc. Otherwise, there was probably a card out there that let you automatically win the battle or devolve your opponent to Child or something, and it would pretty much make whoever had it God.
On the bright side, Guilmon was very skilled with writing Digital Code. Even as the remains of two former Royal Knights, he was one of the best around, combining, at least, a shadow of DukemonÆs skill with a shadow of UlforceV-dramonÆs speed.
Rinkmon couldnÆt beat him in that department.
But he hopelessly outmatched him in most others, at the moment. He was stronger, faster, and of a higher level.
But, again, things werenÆt as simple as that. While RinkmonÆs natural firewalls and anti-viruses were enough to keep him for actually reverting to a lower level, it wasnÆt enough to truly ignore the effectùeven now, the virus was playing havoc with RinkmonÆs systems.
The term æArmor DigimonÆ was somewhat misleading. He wasnÆt truly wearing æArmor;Æ or rather, his armor was a part of his body. In addition, the body æbeneathÆ the armor was itself a part of the armorùFladramon was not simply a V-mon in a fire-themed armor, for example. An Armor DigimonÆs entire form could be considered their æArmor,Æ so what was being torn apart at the moment was Rinkmon himself.
Even so, Rinkmon was quickly trying to counter the problems in his system, and slowly succeeding. His armor still fluctuated, but it would be only seconds until he recovered.
Guilmon did the obvious thing and attempted to approach, hoping to use his opponentÆs weakness to win, but as soon as he began moving, Rinkmon backed up twice that distance.
Understanding, Guilmon stopped.
As expected, Rinkmon was pragmatic. He wasnÆt going to try and fight through his weakness; heÆd simply wait at a distance until heÆd fixed himself. HeÆd stay close enough to view whatever was happening, however, not wanting to be surprised.
But Guilmon would never be able to get close enough to hurt him without Rinkmon coming to him. Rinkmon was moving slower, now, but it didnÆt matter. Even if he was at a tenth of his normal speed, he was still ten times faster than Guilmon.
And as soon as he fixed his problems, heÆd go right back to his full speed.
Thenàwhat was the point of this Takato?
ôGet ready, Guilmon; this is it!ö His Tamer said, ignorant of his questions. In the distance, Rinkmon tensed wearily. ôFull Charge! Holy Healing! Ultimate Recovery! Activate!ö
In an instant, the cards began to take effect, healing all the damage that Rinkmon had done to his skinless hide, bolstering his already powerful healing abilities. In moments, he was recoveredùbut it didnÆt matter. In moments, Rinkmon would be as well and theyÆd be right back where they startedùwith Rinkmon ripping him to pieces.
All this had done was reset the battle.
But even so, Guilmon believed Takato had a planùand his faith was rewarded by his TamerÆs next words.
ôAre you ready, Guilmon? Because IÆm done! Aim for the Strongest Evolution! Activate!ö He said, slashing one more card.
In that moment, everything that was wrong became right. His systems realigned and corrected all errors, easily finding an answer that hadnÆt been there before Takato had created one for him. Power filled him, along with a bottomless joy and anticipation, and he knew exactly was it meant.
He was evolving.
He understood the effect of the card almost immediately. It uploaded a virus in an enemy Armor Digimon, disrupting their evolution in the hopes of returning them to their lower leveled forms.
In the card game, it was a perfect effect, unless countered. Once played, the opponent would immediately revert to their Child level form and that would be the end of that.
In Reality, things were not so simple.
Things werenÆt as simply as æworkÆ or ædoesnÆt work.Æ The results were dependent on a number of factors; the power of everyone involved, their skill with code, the amount of time they had, the stress of the situation, etc. Otherwise, there was probably a card out there that let you automatically win the battle or devolve your opponent to Child or something, and it would pretty much make whoever had it God.
On the bright side, Guilmon was very skilled with writing Digital Code. Even as the remains of two former Royal Knights, he was one of the best around, combining, at least, a shadow of DukemonÆs skill with a shadow of UlforceV-dramonÆs speed.
Rinkmon couldnÆt beat him in that department.
But he hopelessly outmatched him in most others, at the moment. He was stronger, faster, and of a higher level.
But, again, things werenÆt as simple as that. While RinkmonÆs natural firewalls and anti-viruses were enough to keep him for actually reverting to a lower level, it wasnÆt enough to truly ignore the effectùeven now, the virus was playing havoc with RinkmonÆs systems.
The term æArmor DigimonÆ was somewhat misleading. He wasnÆt truly wearing æArmor;Æ or rather, his armor was a part of his body. In addition, the body æbeneathÆ the armor was itself a part of the armorùFladramon was not simply a V-mon in a fire-themed armor, for example. An Armor DigimonÆs entire form could be considered their æArmor,Æ so what was being torn apart at the moment was Rinkmon himself.
Even so, Rinkmon was quickly trying to counter the problems in his system, and slowly succeeding. His armor still fluctuated, but it would be only seconds until he recovered.
Guilmon did the obvious thing and attempted to approach, hoping to use his opponentÆs weakness to win, but as soon as he began moving, Rinkmon backed up twice that distance.
Understanding, Guilmon stopped.
As expected, Rinkmon was pragmatic. He wasnÆt going to try and fight through his weakness; heÆd simply wait at a distance until heÆd fixed himself. HeÆd stay close enough to view whatever was happening, however, not wanting to be surprised.
But Guilmon would never be able to get close enough to hurt him without Rinkmon coming to him. Rinkmon was moving slower, now, but it didnÆt matter. Even if he was at a tenth of his normal speed, he was still ten times faster than Guilmon.
And as soon as he fixed his problems, heÆd go right back to his full speed.
Thenàwhat was the point of this Takato?
ôGet ready, Guilmon; this is it!ö His Tamer said, ignorant of his questions. In the distance, Rinkmon tensed wearily. ôFull Charge! Holy Healing! Ultimate Recovery! Activate!ö
In an instant, the cards began to take effect, healing all the damage that Rinkmon had done to his skinless hide, bolstering his already powerful healing abilities. In moments, he was recoveredùbut it didnÆt matter. In moments, Rinkmon would be as well and theyÆd be right back where they startedùwith Rinkmon ripping him to pieces.
All this had done was reset the battle.
But even so, Guilmon believed Takato had a planùand his faith was rewarded by his TamerÆs next words.
ôAre you ready, Guilmon? Because IÆm done! Aim for the Strongest Evolution! Activate!ö He said, slashing one more card.
In that moment, everything that was wrong became right. His systems realigned and corrected all errors, easily finding an answer that hadnÆt been there before Takato had created one for him. Power filled him, along with a bottomless joy and anticipation, and he knew exactly was it meant.
He was evolving.