CB blurs into action before MetalEtemon's declaration concludes, skating forward through the shimmering arena and lashing a clawed hand towards Angemon's face.
The Angel sways aside as both mon are deposited amidst a cloudy sky, his mouth twisting into a smirk-
-that quickly falls into a frown as a cut blooms across his cheek.
"Oh?" He grunts in surprise, turning to follow the circling dragon digimon before uncrossing his arms. The Cyberdramon flashes past a moment later, ripping open the cloth on his shoulder and leaving another shallow injury.
Impressive, she's even faster than him.
The impossibly powerful Angemon lashes out on the third pass, punching through the womon-or rather her afterimage, before a series of jagged wounds erupt across his arm.
"Fast." Deimos breathes out, staring at the display in shock.
"Mhrm, now you can like, see why I forfeited." Schwartz chimes in, nodding sagely at the savage display of speed. Thresh merely lets out another snort, before settling down to watch the battle unfold.
The former Rinkmon forms a practically one womon typhoon, attacking him from every angle in rapid succession. Dozens of claw marks appear across the much smaller Champion's body, gradually shredding his skin and clothing into a tattered mess. Yet, he remains perfectly calm despite the situation, going along with the losing battle with unshakeable confidence.
Most of the audience wouldn't be able to pick out the angel's subtle changes in position. Even with the match being slowed down considerably, it's quite difficult for most mon to follow their movements. You however can plainly see him hovering away from each blow, moving just enough to avoid any real damage.
… her attacks have done nothing more than pierce his skin. Cyberdramon is clearly trying to wear him down; has she noticed what's wrong. He's watching and waiting for a chance to-
"Hmm, I suppose that's enough." Angemon's foot lashes out, sweeping through an afterimage and crashing into CB's outstretched arm. A sickening *snap* rings out arena as the Dramon's limb breaks in half.
"Why don't we kick *tings* up a notch?" His attack sends CB soaring hundreds of meters through the sky,
"Urgh, you're not… thinking of breaking that promise?" Cyberdramon growls back, setting her bone back into place with a brutal *squelch* of tortured flesh.
"Thought you had… rgh, more pride than that."
"Nothing of the sort yuh wretch, just figured I should start trying a little." That earns him a snarl of hatred from the blue Cyberdramon, and she wastes no time in flashing forwards once more.
And for the first time, misses her mark entirely.
"What?!" The skating dragon swerves back around, one clawed foot lashing out towards his throat-
-which he easily ducks before countering with a simple fingerflick to the leg.
He's seen through her moves.
A roar of agony cuts through the air as CB is thrust back, her rubbery armor rippling and roiling in a bid to try and contain the power of Angemon's attack. Instead of taking a moment to recover, the Cyborg immediately throws herself back towards the opponent, half a dozen afterimages joining the womon as she attacks with furious barrage of claws.
Angemon ignores the fake digimon entirely, yawning as he casually flies through the attacks. Feints are ignored, rending claws are swayed around and lightning fast kicks are casually ducked.
Spirits below, he's… very good at dodging.
A simple
Mach Jab rocks towards the larger digimon's center of mass, forcing the Ultimate to desperately move away to avoid being blown away. The ridiculous Angel follows after with a slap, his fingers missing CB's jaws by a mere millimeter.
The impossibly speedy digimon battle back and forth across the sky, interlocked into a dance of attacking and evasion that leaves the crowd stunned. Their stalemate lasts more than a full minute before CB seemingly falters, taking a fingerflick to her good arm-
"Spinning Cutter!"
-the force of which she uses to pirouette. Her right leg back through the spin, claws gouging deeply through the Angemon's chest.
The angel pauses, surprised by the sudden injury but apparently unbothered by its pain. Instead of crying out, the holy digimon merely lets out a small chuckle before shaking his head.
"All that for a few bytes of data." He muses as if
pitying the furious Cyborg.
"Yuh do realize, after all that stamina's used up, this'll be over?"
"You're the one that's bleeding bytes all over the place!" CB counters, thrusting a claw accusatorily at the holy Champon.
"I know your kind is arrogant, but even you must be able to see that I'm literally tearing you apart!"
"This?" Angemon waves the injuries off and snorts in
amusement. "Yuh think this kind of pain means anything? Pfft, let me tell yuh, I get worse done to me every night by a crazy nun!"
… he's talking about Ciel. Spirits below, what kind of training does she put him through?!
"Now, I'm just waitin' for yuh to get really serious." The holy Champion continues.
"Then I can stop holding back. so much" You expect many things from the Cyberdramon, snarling, growling and mayhaps something accusatory. Her
laughing catches you off guard.
"Shashasha, you're right!" She roars back, a blue sheen of light emerging across her body. Two strangely translucent afterimages sprout out from her still form, each moving to mirror her aggressive stance.
"My Lord Andiramon is depending on me! I have to fight with everything and tear you Daemon-damned hypocrites apart!"
CB
moves, darting forward at a pace that even the scrying spells can't track-
Then Angemon's fist pierces straight through her gut.
"G-guhu, how?…" A cloud of data out the dragon's muzzle, her features contorted with shock.
"E-eight, wings?" Angemon smirks up at her, his two newly sprouted limbs resting comfortably on his lower back, as if they'd always been there.
"Simple. Because I'm Me." He replies as if the answer was obvious, before casually discarding the womon and turning away.
Leaving the two phantoms free to gouge their claws into his back.
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AN: Planning to post the conclusion this afternoon.
