"Chechechecheche" Chackmon the Legendary Warrior drops down to the tracks with, a massive, self-satisfied grin plastered across his face. Instinctively you stiffen up, raising your war-gauntlets into their default position as the champion's power makes itself known. Despite only barely breaching three feet, you can feel the strength exuding from his presence.
It's exhilarating.
Your mouth opens, a challenge on your lips but the sentence is halted before it can even begin. Chackmon warps into little more than a multi-colored blur and shoots towards you, his weapon unleashing a sudden hail of icy projectiles. One claw shifts to block the barrage, while the other moves to track the incoming Legendary Warrior. You swipe once, ready to eviscerate the attacking foe... but he simply flows beneath your attack and pops back up with one fist covered in a block of ice.
"Tsurara Punch" Your right knee shatters.
An earth-shaking cry of pain explodes from your throat, as his blow forces you to shift all your weight onto one leg, preventing you from turning to properly follow. The following balls of condensed frost pierce right through your back and destroy your already beleaguered balance. Naturally you turn the fall into a roll, the incantation for a healing spell already leaving your mouth. By the time you've come up, the Legendary Warrior is once again coming towards you... though not as expected.
No, the small digimon's body has grown, forming into a pointy icicle that looks more than capable of ending your life. It's only through the blessing of keeping your paws high, that you manage to intercept the living projectile. Like all before, the Legendary Warrior's attack bounces off your war-gauntlets without inflicting so much as a speck of damage. You seize the resulting chance with all haste, swiping at Chackmon's hanging form before gravity can pull him back to the earth.
Only, instead of rending him asunder, you watch with a disbelieving eye as his body slides back down to it's smaller more humanoid form and simply passes inbetween the spaces left by your claws.
"The Polar Defense Force will never lose to the likes of you corrupters!" he squeaks proudly, lining up the barrels of his weapon with your head once more.
Spirits below this... is not going to be easy.
"Burst: Greater Sparkling Thunder!"
Azure energy sprints across the wreckage and impacts straight on the Legendary Warrior's weapon arm. A full half of the small champion's thin limb is melted through, forcing the rest of his limb to hang limp as a result. You snarl back the indignant anger that comes with interrupting a one on one duel, but push through to swipe at Chackmon again.
Speed proves to be your bane once more as the lightly damaged champion leaps back out of the way and glares over in Sparks direction. You glance along with him, then blink as the magic user's burnt, smoking form comes into view.
"Huh? How in Ancient Irismon's name did he-"
"Retreat! Retreat Chackmon, bawk bawk!" An enemy champion shouts, drawing attention to the fact that your opponent's side is vacating the battlefield. You try to hop closer, but now that you're moving on only leg, movement speed isn't exactly high.
The small digimon throws a regretful glare your way, then leaps up, grabbing the leg of the speaking Aquilamon with his good arm.
"This isn't over yet! The Polar Defense Force will protect this wooooooorld." You glare at the retreating pair, then shake your head and turn back towards Sparks. Moments later, after the healing spell finishes its course, you trod over towards the collapsed wizardmon. His eyes stare back up at you, clearly relieved, but the magical mon can't seem to speak.
This... it has to be from Gramps spell. But the cost... his body is a wreck.
Even after thorough healing, your crippled friend is still completely paralyzed. So you sling, the wizard up onto your back and move to join your allies efforts in rescuing any trapped or unconscious digimon. However while doing so, you overhear a conversation from the remaining officers.
"-ucks actually attacked and deleted a Locomon! Don't those dumbasses know about the union!" Darcmon's voice grumbles,.
