[] Stay back to protect Sparks. He can blast them while you defend him from harm. You'll fight together, and more importantly, stop your friend from getting hurt.
-[] You have your own ranged attacks now. Try and use your Holy Light Strike. It'll cut into your healing potential, but it should be extremely effective against undead digimon like this.
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You grit your teeth, narrow your eye at the advancing champions and start mumbling the first lines to Holy Light Strike. While you'd never
technically used the spell in direct combat before, this is perhaps the best chance you're going to get test it in more...
intense circumstances. The decreased number of healing spells you'll be able to use afterwards does hurt, but with Pidmon here you're not particularly worried about it.
And I can fight together with Sparks, to keep him from getting hurt.
The three Bakemon rush forward, letting out horrible, bone chilling, ghastly howls as they fly through the air. Your right paw lifts up, beginning to gather energy as Sorcerymon's spell forms.
"Death Charm!"
A sudden fatigue washes over your body as the first champions attack begins draining your very life away, but it's the other Bakemon that grabs your attention. It lunges at you, cloaking lifting up of its own accord to reveal a horrifyingly rotting, clawed hand. The smell itself is nearly enough to make you throw up, but the sinister looking smoke drifting up from it's limb promise something very unpleasant should it make contact with your skin. So you don't let it hit.
"Hell's Hand" The undead digimon lunges the last few feet in a burst of sudden, unexpected speed, it's morbid limb darting out towards your throat. Unfortunately for the champion you'd dealt with far,
far speedier foes, and more importantly you see his telegraphed swing coming long before he gets anywhere close to your vitals. You don't dodge the attack, no you do something different.
Pushing forward despite the move sapping your strength, you step forward,
twist left and meet the technique. Metallic drills rip apart the Bakemon's decaying flesh, as your swipe turns the undead champion aside. It recovers quickly, turning to face you again, but by then it's too late.
"- zero, one, zero, One" Holy power flares to life in your right palm, as a wedge of bright white energy flares into existence. The wounded Bakemon lets out a new sudden shriek of pain as its body begins to burn under the spells radiance, and desperately raises its remaining arm as if to provide some sort of defense. You
thrust your arm towards the Bakemon with a deep angry roar, and ram the spell into it at point blank range.
"Holy Light Strike!"
Your lance of holy energy tears through the Bakemon's arm much like your drills would part dirt, then continues on through the undead mons body. Ghoulish flesh is burnt from from existence as the holy spell rips through the digimon torso. It manages to release one last scream of fear before your attack annihilates the ghost wholesale. A satisfied feeling rises up in your core at that, and you quickly begin a second casting as the other Bakemon stares at you with wide eyes.
You're next.
"Greater Sparkling Thunder!" Beside you Sparks opens up on the hat-wearing ghost digimon, but it darts to the left to avoid the lightning and lets loose a stream of darkly glowing particles from its limb as a counter.
"Ten Damnit!" Sparks curses, diving away to avoid being hit. The edge of it clips your side, tearing away the fur and flesh on your right side.
Ergh. Bastard!
The sudden pain nearly makes you drop the second spell, but you snarl out the next words, turning your attention away from the second Bakemon (as it seems intent on simply keeping its distance) to glare at the hat-wearing champion.
It tumbles through the air seemingly at random, continuously launching attacks at Sparks. Your old friend is hard pressed to dodge and deflect the constant barrage of bats, streams of energy, and ethereal hands but between his wind spell and agility he manages to avoid the worst of the damage.
You target the soaring champion, examining his flight pattern to parse out where he'll be moving when your spell comes to fruition. Seconds pass as you ignore the constant draining effect, chant and focus before finally everything comes together.
There!
Letting loose another roar, your thrust out your right arm again, tossing the sharp wedge of power towards the undead digimon. You time it perfectly, sending the spell streaking forth just as your target swoops down to avoid another blast of energy.
"End Trance!"
Only before it can make contact, a massive skull pops into existence between the champion and your attack. You blink is stunned surprise at the sight, and watch as Holy Light Strike breaks through the front, then harmlessly disperses into the hollow chamber. A second later, the ghost digimon sends the massive bone flying towards Sparks.
"Heh. Gotcha, prick." Your friend calmly raises his staff up, points it through the incoming projectile then lets out another blast of azure lighting. His spell travels through the hole your own spell had made, breaks through the skulls weakened back end, then continues on to strike the enemy champion dead-center.
Your spell had burnt and ripped the Bakemon you were facing asunder. Sparks
vaporizes his opponent in a flash of ozone. The skull vanishes, just before it can crash down, and your friend bends forward, sweeping his remaining arm out in a formal bow. Though you have no idea why.
"Poison Gas!"
A dark purple mist suddenly rolls in towards you from the left, and instinctively you lunge down, digging through the earthy ground in an attempt to avoid what you can only guess to be the other Bakemons attack. You pop up a few seconds later just in time to see Sparks sweep his staff down, causing a rush of wind to slam the second Bakemon down into its own attack. In the next second a ball of electricity connects with the recovering mon, wiping it out of existence.
Sparks throws you a concerned glance, as if to ask if the poison had hit you and you shake your head.
I...I think I got away in time?
"Inconceivable!" A harsh voice roars from above. You turn skyward, to see the Devimon your angelic friend was fighting being forced back, his body covered in burns, bruises and cuts. "How can I be losing against a simple Pidmon?!" The holy digimon in question, laughs merrily and redoubles his assault, twirling his rod in both hands before swinging it down in another fiery strike. Devimon barely manages to block the strike before it can smash his skull, but the crescent edge digs painfully into his forearms. "Your kind aren't this powerful!"
"Enough talk vile Gloaming scum!" Pidmon roars, yanking his weapon down. The Devimon let's loose another grunt of surprise as your comrade wrenches its body down, "Taste
Heavens Wrath!" Pidmon rips the rod free from his opponents forearms in a shower of data, then thrusts it down into the Devimon's back. Your ally bears his screaming foe down, and rides him all the way down to crash into the ground. Before the shorter champion can finish his opponent off, Beat blurs towards them and thrusts his arm directly into the Devil digimon's head.
Pidmon and Beat give each other a single nod of silent solidarity...then the angel thrusts his weapon up into the air with a jubilant shout of victory. Your armored comrade wisely backs up, lest he suffer a happy hug from the holy mon.
They've all won that's...good.
You let out a sigh of relief and look over to see how the other two battles are going. Out near the center of the courtyard, you spot a flash of fiery grey as Assaultmon is sent flying into the mountainside. Massive slabs of stone shatters under the impact, sending shards of debris flying through the air. Several small pieces of shrapnel bury themselves in your thick fur, but thankfully stop there.
"Spirits above!" Sparks exclaims, peaking out from past your bulk.
"Let's uh, *ahem* it would be most wise to not cross their path"
"...Yeah; good uh, good idea."
The centaur-like digimon erupts from the pile of rocks with a mechanical shriek and jumps away just in time to avoid being burnt by a wave of flame. From what details you were able to pick out; it's leftmost weapon has been chopped cleanly in two, and a number of other wounds such as dents and cuts litters its frame, while it's left eye has been completely shattered.
Judging from the destruction hewn about the center of the courtyard, Sergeant Scratch must have been able to keep the fight contained to the strip while you and the other members of his squad fought on the right side. You shudder to think what an errant shot from Assaultmon might do to you or Sparks.
Out past the two ultimates is Ardat, and she looks to be having a tougher time of things. A number of painful scratches adorn her body, leaving her red clothing in near tatters revealing more skin then you're comfortable looking it. Though your attention is drawn away from her person as her opponent lets out a pathetic mewling sound.
The digimon she'd been fighting on the other paw is in much worse shape bearing dozens of claw marks across its small body,
and is missing both of its legs. You watch with no small sense of horror as Ardat drops the limb held in her free hand, lets the broom in her other claw drop free, then advances upon the crawling champion(?) with a murderous gleam in her eye.
Oh no. Spirits above this is...
A wild look of
desire appears in the Witchmon's purple eyes as she
literally inhales a stream of the cat digimons leaking data. In the next moment she's
pouncing on the smaller digimon a harsh cackle on her lips as a contrast to its screams.
"AHaHaHaHaHa!"
You tear your gaze away from the horrifying sight with another shudder, not wanting to watch as Ardat rips the
BlackGatomon apart.
"Fledgling Pidmon!" Scratch's voice booms, sounds slightly strained. "Angewomon's squad is fighting the other garrison's other half! Find and assist them!"
"Yes sir! The Gloaming forces shall fall before our might! " The champion replies before whirling on the nearby Stingmon. "Beat, grab Verge and Sparks, you shall carry our comrades into the next battle!"
Wait. What?!
"Tch" The insect digimon grunts unhappily then turns towards you and Sparks. A couple seconds later, you find yourself being flung over Beat's studded shoulders, and a second later the Stingmon has your wizard friend slung under his left arm
This...is not as uh, uncomfortable I expected.
"....Hrmph, I shall allow this once" The Wizardmon grumbles unhappily, but doesn't
"Ardat-"
"She will not follow your orders, Angel!" The orange haired champion snaps, cutting Pidmon off. Ardat glares at the winged champion, who returns the look with an unhappy frown. After a seconds pause, the Witchmon angrily snatches her broom back up, and hops aboard.
"Come Beat, we rush onwards to holy glory!" Pidmon exclaims, lifting back off into the air with a single flex of his wings.
Right then let's...Do this!
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Authors Note: Second half with vote will be posted tonight or this evening. Beta'd by @TempestK
