That or she is in charge of a group of Gloaming forces. Though how she seems to have a ult under her makes me question just how strong she is, as sweet damn that says alot.
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Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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Exactly, which is a problem for us in that our enemies superior mobility allows them to punish any mon that gets isolated in short order, which in turn increases casulties on top of those caused by the hit and run attacks.
I mean the Host has apparently already lost at least one Ultimate in all of this, and considering it was a Throne probably one that was above the 'average' on top of that.... not the sort of things you want to happen.
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I'm both sadden and proud of how far Luna and Threshy have climbed the ranks. Also incredibly worried about the Demi-God Champion Lekismon and the Stronger Version of the Hazard Champion BlackGrowlmon who most likely received alot of training attention from the Count.
Bad Times are in the future.
Another thing to note is the fate of Auger and the rest of da spidibois, cause either they're dead or following the siblings pair.
Bad Times are in the future.
Another thing to note is the fate of Auger and the rest of da spidibois, cause either they're dead or following the siblings pair.
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33rd Of Water: Fortress Defense
drexal15
Proud GM
[] Follow Pit's order. Hang back and being casting spells. Holy Light Strike has already proved effective in deleting enemy champion.
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"Greater Sparkling Thunder!" The crippled Wizardmon's spell lashes out across the distance and sweeps though the enemy formation in an unstoppable fury, burning through the armor, feathers and flesh as it cuts through a score of opponents. Watching his power surgically cut through mon after mon, consigning them to deletion to a one way ticket to the ground is a little sickening, but you shake free of the feeling and concetrate on your own attack.
"Nova Flame!" Greymon's colossal fireball barrels directly into an opposing Aquilamon, exploding on contact and knocking half a dozen more aerial champions out of the sky.
You take a stance as the energy from your own spell begins to form. One rear leg steps back, scraping through the barren earth as your body coils.
It is time.
"-zero, zero, one, zero, one. Holy Light Strike!" A shining beacon of energy flares into existence even as your launches into motion. The two forces swirl together in perfect tandem as you launch the spell north with deadly intent. Three seconds pass as the pointed pillar of viral energy punches through the air, forcing squawks of shock from the bestial flyers as they struggle to evade. But it's a fruitless endeavor, just as before. From this range, it's impossible to tell exactly how many of the opposing mon find their lives snuffed out by your power.
Your spell drills through the circling flock's left edge, burning through anything in its way be it wing, talon, chest or beak. Satisfaction bleeds free from half your core and for a moment you feel total elation as if earning the approval of some important entity. Then the feeling passes, and you're left blinking in confusion.
Spirits, what was that?.. Focus Verge! Counterattack!
A barrage of sixty-seven attacks erupt from the shaken flock and accurately cut through the air towards your group of three. The fire, wind blasts and razor sharp feathers carry enough deadly force to annihilate your fellows with ease. With so many attacks blanketing the area and more coming with every moment evasion is impossible. The only thing that awaits the other members of your group, is deletion.
I will not allow it.
"Raaaagh!" You lumber in front of the others, paws spread out to provide maximum coverage and face the wave of destruction head on.
"Frick, it drew more attention than intended! If you value thine lives get thee behind Verge!" You ignore the sound of them scrambling about, focusing purely on the incantation of healing.
Ruination rains down, first around you before homing in on your body. Fire singes fur, a hail of feathers push through fur and puncture outer layers skin, blades of wind leave shallow cuts along limbs. Any such attack would be nothing more than a hindrance alone, but together the dozens upon dozens of attacks chip away at your body. And with a target this big, missing is nearly an impossibility. With gritted teeth you struggle against the tide of constant impacts refusing to lose the challenge and be pushed back even as the damage to your body grows. Open wounds provide avenues for further techniques to pierce deeper and even as more lines of lightning lash out from behind you it's clear that Sparks alone will not be enough to stem the flow of attacks.
"Deus Vult!"
Pit on the other paw, is more than capable to alleviating the strain. Holy fire and scathing hatred rock into the gathered bird digimon as your friend lays divine fury upon them with a tornado of strikes. Beat's lithe form is nearly an afterthought next to the Pidmon's brilliance, but a deadly one nonetheless as he acts in perfect contrast. Silently ending lives in a flurry of perfect effective stabs and kicks even as his comrade acts as a contrasting engine of living demolition.
Their entrance physically reinvigorates the Blessed Host'a battered soldiers. Pit's aura gives them new strength and determination as their efforts in striking down the numerically greater foes redoubles in strength. Within moments, the ill-fated skirmish flips on its head, the Vortex Isle's total victory vanishing into thin air as dozens of surprised, terrified squawks suddenly emerge from the battlefield. You grin up at the shifting fight, taking note of how HippoGriffomon's arrival has freed up MagnaAngemon from his multiple opponents. The armored angel's energy blade swirls in circular motion, forming a titanic gate-
"Mjolnir thunder!"
-which is all you can make out before blue lightning tears through your chest. Your spell is cut off at it's very last line as the technique forcefully interrupts your enunciation. A scream stirs in your lungs, but is forcefully squashed as your eye switches up towards the attacker.
Parrotmon, lunges down towards you, his considerable wings beating rapidly as he closes the distance. With another roar of challenge, you push through the damage and shift stances crossing your gauntlets in defense as his armored head draws closer.
"Sonic Destroyer!" The bulky Ultimate smacks into your war-gauntlets with an ear-straining *Boom*. Forcing you body a dozen meters back across the rocky planes. His green and blue limbs both ripping chunks of flesh from your sides, even as your chock-damaged arms struggle to keep his snapping beak away.
"Thunder Cloud!"
"Gwack!" It rears back with a scream as one eye is turned into a smoking wreck, and lifts off. The Ultimate backs away quickly enough to wholly dodge your pursuing swing and takes off back into the sky... where its now far less numerous brethren are all retreating.
We have found victory? That is good. Good. Just... you should rest for a bit Verge.
"Heh, oh how it does mine core good to see them flee" Sparks chuckles, leaping up onto your left pauldron. "Yeah fly away bird-brain! Next time I'll make sure thine hide is extra crispy!"
Extra... crispy?
=== Authors Note: This is the first half of the update. I planned to get it out last night, but was unable to do so. Expect the part with the vote to come out later today.
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"Greater Sparkling Thunder!" The crippled Wizardmon's spell lashes out across the distance and sweeps though the enemy formation in an unstoppable fury, burning through the armor, feathers and flesh as it cuts through a score of opponents. Watching his power surgically cut through mon after mon, consigning them to deletion to a one way ticket to the ground is a little sickening, but you shake free of the feeling and concetrate on your own attack.
"Nova Flame!" Greymon's colossal fireball barrels directly into an opposing Aquilamon, exploding on contact and knocking half a dozen more aerial champions out of the sky.
You take a stance as the energy from your own spell begins to form. One rear leg steps back, scraping through the barren earth as your body coils.
It is time.
"-zero, zero, one, zero, one. Holy Light Strike!" A shining beacon of energy flares into existence even as your launches into motion. The two forces swirl together in perfect tandem as you launch the spell north with deadly intent. Three seconds pass as the pointed pillar of viral energy punches through the air, forcing squawks of shock from the bestial flyers as they struggle to evade. But it's a fruitless endeavor, just as before. From this range, it's impossible to tell exactly how many of the opposing mon find their lives snuffed out by your power.
Your spell drills through the circling flock's left edge, burning through anything in its way be it wing, talon, chest or beak. Satisfaction bleeds free from half your core and for a moment you feel total elation as if earning the approval of some important entity. Then the feeling passes, and you're left blinking in confusion.
Spirits, what was that?.. Focus Verge! Counterattack!
A barrage of sixty-seven attacks erupt from the shaken flock and accurately cut through the air towards your group of three. The fire, wind blasts and razor sharp feathers carry enough deadly force to annihilate your fellows with ease. With so many attacks blanketing the area and more coming with every moment evasion is impossible. The only thing that awaits the other members of your group, is deletion.
I will not allow it.
"Raaaagh!" You lumber in front of the others, paws spread out to provide maximum coverage and face the wave of destruction head on.
"Frick, it drew more attention than intended! If you value thine lives get thee behind Verge!" You ignore the sound of them scrambling about, focusing purely on the incantation of healing.
Ruination rains down, first around you before homing in on your body. Fire singes fur, a hail of feathers push through fur and puncture outer layers skin, blades of wind leave shallow cuts along limbs. Any such attack would be nothing more than a hindrance alone, but together the dozens upon dozens of attacks chip away at your body. And with a target this big, missing is nearly an impossibility. With gritted teeth you struggle against the tide of constant impacts refusing to lose the challenge and be pushed back even as the damage to your body grows. Open wounds provide avenues for further techniques to pierce deeper and even as more lines of lightning lash out from behind you it's clear that Sparks alone will not be enough to stem the flow of attacks.
"Deus Vult!"
Pit on the other paw, is more than capable to alleviating the strain. Holy fire and scathing hatred rock into the gathered bird digimon as your friend lays divine fury upon them with a tornado of strikes. Beat's lithe form is nearly an afterthought next to the Pidmon's brilliance, but a deadly one nonetheless as he acts in perfect contrast. Silently ending lives in a flurry of perfect effective stabs and kicks even as his comrade acts as a contrasting engine of living demolition.
Their entrance physically reinvigorates the Blessed Host'a battered soldiers. Pit's aura gives them new strength and determination as their efforts in striking down the numerically greater foes redoubles in strength. Within moments, the ill-fated skirmish flips on its head, the Vortex Isle's total victory vanishing into thin air as dozens of surprised, terrified squawks suddenly emerge from the battlefield. You grin up at the shifting fight, taking note of how HippoGriffomon's arrival has freed up MagnaAngemon from his multiple opponents. The armored angel's energy blade swirls in circular motion, forming a titanic gate-
"Mjolnir thunder!"
-which is all you can make out before blue lightning tears through your chest. Your spell is cut off at it's very last line as the technique forcefully interrupts your enunciation. A scream stirs in your lungs, but is forcefully squashed as your eye switches up towards the attacker.
"Sonic Destroyer!" The bulky Ultimate smacks into your war-gauntlets with an ear-straining *Boom*. Forcing you body a dozen meters back across the rocky planes. His green and blue limbs both ripping chunks of flesh from your sides, even as your chock-damaged arms struggle to keep his snapping beak away.
"Thunder Cloud!"
"Gwack!" It rears back with a scream as one eye is turned into a smoking wreck, and lifts off. The Ultimate backs away quickly enough to wholly dodge your pursuing swing and takes off back into the sky... where its now far less numerous brethren are all retreating.
We have found victory? That is good. Good. Just... you should rest for a bit Verge.
"Heh, oh how it does mine core good to see them flee" Sparks chuckles, leaping up onto your left pauldron. "Yeah fly away bird-brain! Next time I'll make sure thine hide is extra crispy!"
Extra... crispy?
=== Authors Note: This is the first half of the update. I planned to get it out last night, but was unable to do so. Expect the part with the vote to come out later today.
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Parrotmon.
Mjolnir thunder.
Aquilamon
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Theres a perfect scene with Divine Buster here
He protecc
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So that was someone else feeling Pride, huh wonder who could that be.
Hmm... Is it Ardat because of the purple text? Malkimon seeing her creation in action? Or is it someone totally new?
Probably Ardat because it only shows when Verge uses the Holy Light Strike, which is compared to an artillery strike, but then the question is if she felt pride at Verge because of it, how did she know.
Other possible but unlikely candidates for the Pride Verge felt are Yggdrasil, the Knightmon from Verge's past, and based solely because of the word Pride is used Lucemon.
Now the reason I believe this is not them is because Yggdrasil uses Bold instead of purple text, and kind of hates Verge and so is unlikely to feel pride for him.
For the Knightmon well he is supposed to be dead.
And for Lucemon he is sealed, and again the only reason I included him as a suspect is because his sin is Pride.
So again the primary suspects for the Pride feeling is either Ardat or Malkimon.
Aquilamon.
I edited this into my previous post, but it seems you missed it.
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Beacon of what?
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drexal15
Proud GM
Verge's is technically stronger, it's a more concentrated blast of energy. Kind of like an artillery strike.
But Ardat's wind spell would have been far more damaging here. It goes on a lot longer with far larger more AOE proepreties.
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Wrong shade of purple mate.
Arar is a lighter tone and the one we see is more commonly used for the special stat and power. It's a easy thing to miss with how similar the colors are.
However Malk is the same shade in bold.
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So it was Malkimon that felt Pride for Verge, seeing him wipe out a bunch of digimon with one spell, must have vindicated her, showing her work wasn't wasted.
Plus we did have confirmation that Malkimon has some means of surveying us, considering how she visited us in the early days.
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She did? I thought we had only like a dream or two about her when we we're going through that dream cycle thing huh.
Also even if it's most likely her we probably shouldn't keep it as a definitive answer till we learn more to be on the safe side of things.
drexal15
Proud GM
Something I will note is that the feeling stemmed from Verge's own digicore.
The silhouette of a digimon matching Malkimon's picture did show up in the prologue. More than once I'll add.
Who do you think kicked off the dreams?
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This either means that we have an impression of Malkimon in Verge's digicore or that Malkimon has inserted a spell and/or device inside Verge's digicore, to view his feats.
...Say does Malkimon has another name or is it origial for this quest cuz I actually can't find anything on it.
drexal15
Proud GM
Malkimon is an OC digimon made by an artist named Xuza. It's essentially a Mega-level witch digimon.
It fit really damn well with my planning, so I asked the artist if I could use her.
Edit: By and far I don't really plan to use any other OC digimon at the moment. This should be the one exception.
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Ah that makes sense....
it looks like the sort of man that wuld create something like Verge too.
33rd Of Water: *The Nest*
drexal15
Proud GM
"Thank you for the help Darcmon, that was… quite the display from your squad." MagnaAngemon murmurs, glancing first to Pit before sweeping his head over the rest of your party. "For champions their power is most impressive. I nearly-*ahem*" The eight-winged angel coughs into his fist.
"We did our best sir!" Pit exclaims, slamming his rod into the ground. "Those foul fowls are nothing next to the might of our Lord!" Sparks, nods along with the angel, his eyes filled with cruel mirth.
"Hah! I bet you're feeling pretty stupid right now!" Darcmon crows, her face twisting into a mocking grin "Maybe you should step down, let somemon who isn't a dumb-ass take charge of this shitshow." The larger mon frowns intensely at your leader, clearly considering something, before shrugging and pointing towards the damaged walls.
"Go rest up, our mission is only half finished."
Half finished? But we defended this area?... We need a better briefing process.
"Fan-fucking-tastic job out there. Sure you did some stupid shit, like charging right in there, but you made it out anyway." Darcmon announces, patting her mount's feathery neck, much to the Ultimate's enjoyment. "And you kicked some ass out there *ironsides*." Its chortling almost makes you miss the angel's next words. "Freaking freaky, freaks. Champions being that strong isn't bloody fair."
Zehaha. Our paths do not converge on the *average* road.
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Instead of attending their own wounds, the various Pidmon (well, aside from Pit) are put to work healing the wounds of other mon, yourself included. An odd decision to conserve the more powerful digimon's energy, but there has to be some reason behind it.
Getting through the walls is an easy task, as there's actually a gate on the opposite end of the circle... though you're forced to rear up and sidestep through the space in order to actually move though. There are in fact buildings located with the defenses, albeit less than two stories tall and only five meters long. The stubby shelters however are exceedingly tough, bearing only light scratches from the previous onslaught of damage.
More than that however, the structures prove to just be the tip of things as they lead down to small bunkers where the rest of your allies were sheltering during the attack.
Unfortunately, you're too large to really fit inside barring slide evolution (which you're withholding from use for now) and are thus forced to wait outside while the others head in to rest comfortably. Sparks attempts to wait outside too, but as the clouds begin to gather together overhead, you send the crippled Wizardmon inside. His clothing isn't exactly the best at dealing with rain. Sadly you're not the only one forced to rest on hard ground as Greymon shares your hefty problem.
Surprisingly the garrison actually has a number of mechanical digimon on staff, specifically a Guardromon who commands a small fleet of thiry-three floating *gear* digimon who appear to be rookies. They begin making repairs to the turrets, but a full twelve of them end up being scrapped due to overwhelming damage. The methodical digimon don't bother to stop working as water begins to pour down from the sky, not bothered by the cold rain in the least.
You on the other paw end up soaked through by the downpour, your colossal amounts of fluffy fur only making things worse by absorbing the liquid. By the time half an hour passes you feel a significant increase to your weight. As two hours pass on by, you begin contemplating shrinking down and heading inside, but are stopped as the refreshed MagnaAngemon saunters out from his bunker.
This is the first time you've gotten a decent look at the angel, and... he's smaller than you thought. Even with his armor, the Ultimate is less bulky and shorter than Cherub HolyAngemon and would be dwarfed by the mon in charge of Alt Cities defense.
An Owlmon drops to the ground in front of him a minute later to give some sort of report. Which prompts the officer to pump his fist into the air.
You find out why a pair of minutes later.
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"Soldiers of the Host!" MagnaAngemon shouts over the tumultous rainfall. "Our scouts have identified this region's nest! We finally know where our enemy rests, and while they busy themselves licking their wounds we shall strike!"
I see. He was relaying the location of their base.
"So we're attacking those cowardly fucks where they sleep? That sounds just freaking perfect!"
"The Lord truly favours us this evening!" Your angelic friend roars, "Tell us where those false believers rest so we may render judgement upon them!" You throw an uncomfortable sidways glance at Pit, who's proclamation is bringing cheers from his fellows. And also note how Sparks is slowly edging away from the taller champion. Darcmon rather disgustedly rolls her eyes at the display, while Beat just does his normal thing and shrugs in indifference.
"Well said young sergeant. The Sefirot worshipers are half a day's flight northwest and completely unaware that we've found their position. I have gathered you all here for one reason, and that is to strike! We cannot waste any time in wiping those infidels clean from the face of this great world!" With that exclamation, MagnaAngemon crushes a small disc of some sort in his hand and shudders as a ripple of *something* flows through his body.
What was that? It can't have been a health disc, he's already in good condition. Is there... some other kind?
Zealotry aside, you find yourself frowning at the idea of using a sneak attack, especially against a wounded force. And as you begin to look around at the other assembled warriors, the worry only grows. The *attacking force* consists of Two Angewomon, nine Angemon, five Pegasusmon and thirteen Darcmon, not including drunky your tipsy leader. Thirty-six digimon in total when taking your squad, Sealsdramon and MagnaAngemon into account. Which should be perhaps a fourth of the Vortex Isle's number, but that's only if dismissing the idea that their *nest* could have defenders of its own.
"Excuse me, sir!" Your booming voice interrupts the proceedings. "We lack the numbers here for a direct challenge."
"Do not worry about the minute details Gryzmon, our faith will see us through..." He trails off into a smile confidently patting his right wrist.
I see. That technique from before. I wonder...
"The digimon who go through it, what happens to them?"
"Huh? That is... uh, don't worry about it." He coughs again. "And hold still, you'll need to be carried along." With that he floats forward and takes your war-gauntlet in a two-handed grip. "Ergh... h-heavy." The angel's wings begin flapping wildly, and he lets out a strained groan as you're lifted a foot off the ground. After a couple second his grip falters, and you plop back down.
... Spirits below. Do I weigh that much?
"Haah, haah. Darcmon, lend me the assistance of your feral. Imperius Angewomon, erm, both of you come here and help."
"Yes-sir!"
"D-do I have to? I don't want to smell like wet fur."
"Yes." The armored Ultimate, grunts though the strain of another pick up attempt. "You... do. Come on!"
"Ergh. Fine. But only under protest sir. I didn't join up just so I could carry an overly stout bear."
I don't understand. Isn't my size good? It means I hit harder and have more resistance to physical blows. What's wrong with that?
Between the four Ultimates' combined strength, you can be carried without too much trouble, though having the two Angewomon pressed up against you is notably uncomfortable. Their shapes remind you far too much of Repulsa.
MagnaAngemon's battle-group flies through the storm led by the Owlmon. Aside from rain, your eye notices several notices several larger objects fall from the sky seemingly without any source of origin. Including a large metal box that slams into a Pegasusmon's head, and opens up in a shower of meat. You're curious as heck about what just happened, but push it aside for now. In combat you need a clear, focused mind.
The enemy nest is set in a large upraised section of land, which the large rocky depressions have turned into a sort of natural *bowl* fifty meters across. Which can't be comfortable for those inside during this heavy rain. Beat assassinates the few sentries wandering about, leaving the rest of you free to get into position nearby.
Your commander's plan for dealing with the enemy force is rather simple. He'll use his gate to deal a heavy blow that should wipe out a significant portion of the enemy's forces. Then your factions Ultimate's will stay in the sky to prevent escape, handle the strongest enemies and keep the remaining foes low. He tasks the strongest Angemon there to lead the ground assault, which will consist of your remaining allies.
While everyone begins making preparations, you peek up over the ridge to examine the enemy forces below. The opponents are sprinkled around the indented rock formation's sides, huddling in groups to try and keep warm in the rain, and resting up from their damage.
=== Enemy Force Overview:
[] Create a surplus of Crusher Bones and use your vantage point to stay at range and protect Sparks. He can do the most damage from far away with his lightning.
[] Join the assault group as a Vanguard and charge in an attempt to quench your desire of finding a worthy opponent. One of the Ultimates should be able to give you a decent fight.
[] So much as you don't like this, logic dictates that taking out enemy numbers is the key. Use Hasten Burst to charge in and… slaughter as many as you can.
[] Write in.
"We did our best sir!" Pit exclaims, slamming his rod into the ground. "Those foul fowls are nothing next to the might of our Lord!" Sparks, nods along with the angel, his eyes filled with cruel mirth.
"Hah! I bet you're feeling pretty stupid right now!" Darcmon crows, her face twisting into a mocking grin "Maybe you should step down, let somemon who isn't a dumb-ass take charge of this shitshow." The larger mon frowns intensely at your leader, clearly considering something, before shrugging and pointing towards the damaged walls.
"Go rest up, our mission is only half finished."
Half finished? But we defended this area?... We need a better briefing process.
"Fan-fucking-tastic job out there. Sure you did some stupid shit, like charging right in there, but you made it out anyway." Darcmon announces, patting her mount's feathery neck, much to the Ultimate's enjoyment. "And you kicked some ass out there *ironsides*." Its chortling almost makes you miss the angel's next words. "Freaking freaky, freaks. Champions being that strong isn't bloody fair."
Zehaha. Our paths do not converge on the *average* road.
=
Instead of attending their own wounds, the various Pidmon (well, aside from Pit) are put to work healing the wounds of other mon, yourself included. An odd decision to conserve the more powerful digimon's energy, but there has to be some reason behind it.
Getting through the walls is an easy task, as there's actually a gate on the opposite end of the circle... though you're forced to rear up and sidestep through the space in order to actually move though. There are in fact buildings located with the defenses, albeit less than two stories tall and only five meters long. The stubby shelters however are exceedingly tough, bearing only light scratches from the previous onslaught of damage.
More than that however, the structures prove to just be the tip of things as they lead down to small bunkers where the rest of your allies were sheltering during the attack.
Unfortunately, you're too large to really fit inside barring slide evolution (which you're withholding from use for now) and are thus forced to wait outside while the others head in to rest comfortably. Sparks attempts to wait outside too, but as the clouds begin to gather together overhead, you send the crippled Wizardmon inside. His clothing isn't exactly the best at dealing with rain. Sadly you're not the only one forced to rest on hard ground as Greymon shares your hefty problem.
Surprisingly the garrison actually has a number of mechanical digimon on staff, specifically a Guardromon who commands a small fleet of thiry-three floating *gear* digimon who appear to be rookies. They begin making repairs to the turrets, but a full twelve of them end up being scrapped due to overwhelming damage. The methodical digimon don't bother to stop working as water begins to pour down from the sky, not bothered by the cold rain in the least.
You on the other paw end up soaked through by the downpour, your colossal amounts of fluffy fur only making things worse by absorbing the liquid. By the time half an hour passes you feel a significant increase to your weight. As two hours pass on by, you begin contemplating shrinking down and heading inside, but are stopped as the refreshed MagnaAngemon saunters out from his bunker.
This is the first time you've gotten a decent look at the angel, and... he's smaller than you thought. Even with his armor, the Ultimate is less bulky and shorter than Cherub HolyAngemon and would be dwarfed by the mon in charge of Alt Cities defense.
An Owlmon drops to the ground in front of him a minute later to give some sort of report. Which prompts the officer to pump his fist into the air.
You find out why a pair of minutes later.
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"Soldiers of the Host!" MagnaAngemon shouts over the tumultous rainfall. "Our scouts have identified this region's nest! We finally know where our enemy rests, and while they busy themselves licking their wounds we shall strike!"
I see. He was relaying the location of their base.
"So we're attacking those cowardly fucks where they sleep? That sounds just freaking perfect!"
"The Lord truly favours us this evening!" Your angelic friend roars, "Tell us where those false believers rest so we may render judgement upon them!" You throw an uncomfortable sidways glance at Pit, who's proclamation is bringing cheers from his fellows. And also note how Sparks is slowly edging away from the taller champion. Darcmon rather disgustedly rolls her eyes at the display, while Beat just does his normal thing and shrugs in indifference.
"Well said young sergeant. The Sefirot worshipers are half a day's flight northwest and completely unaware that we've found their position. I have gathered you all here for one reason, and that is to strike! We cannot waste any time in wiping those infidels clean from the face of this great world!" With that exclamation, MagnaAngemon crushes a small disc of some sort in his hand and shudders as a ripple of *something* flows through his body.
What was that? It can't have been a health disc, he's already in good condition. Is there... some other kind?
Zealotry aside, you find yourself frowning at the idea of using a sneak attack, especially against a wounded force. And as you begin to look around at the other assembled warriors, the worry only grows. The *attacking force* consists of Two Angewomon, nine Angemon, five Pegasusmon and thirteen Darcmon, not including drunky your tipsy leader. Thirty-six digimon in total when taking your squad, Sealsdramon and MagnaAngemon into account. Which should be perhaps a fourth of the Vortex Isle's number, but that's only if dismissing the idea that their *nest* could have defenders of its own.
"Excuse me, sir!" Your booming voice interrupts the proceedings. "We lack the numbers here for a direct challenge."
"Do not worry about the minute details Gryzmon, our faith will see us through..." He trails off into a smile confidently patting his right wrist.
I see. That technique from before. I wonder...
"The digimon who go through it, what happens to them?"
"Huh? That is... uh, don't worry about it." He coughs again. "And hold still, you'll need to be carried along." With that he floats forward and takes your war-gauntlet in a two-handed grip. "Ergh... h-heavy." The angel's wings begin flapping wildly, and he lets out a strained groan as you're lifted a foot off the ground. After a couple second his grip falters, and you plop back down.
... Spirits below. Do I weigh that much?
"Haah, haah. Darcmon, lend me the assistance of your feral. Imperius Angewomon, erm, both of you come here and help."
"Yes-sir!"
"D-do I have to? I don't want to smell like wet fur."
"Yes." The armored Ultimate, grunts though the strain of another pick up attempt. "You... do. Come on!"
"Ergh. Fine. But only under protest sir. I didn't join up just so I could carry an overly stout bear."
I don't understand. Isn't my size good? It means I hit harder and have more resistance to physical blows. What's wrong with that?
Between the four Ultimates' combined strength, you can be carried without too much trouble, though having the two Angewomon pressed up against you is notably uncomfortable. Their shapes remind you far too much of Repulsa.
MagnaAngemon's battle-group flies through the storm led by the Owlmon. Aside from rain, your eye notices several notices several larger objects fall from the sky seemingly without any source of origin. Including a large metal box that slams into a Pegasusmon's head, and opens up in a shower of meat. You're curious as heck about what just happened, but push it aside for now. In combat you need a clear, focused mind.
The enemy nest is set in a large upraised section of land, which the large rocky depressions have turned into a sort of natural *bowl* fifty meters across. Which can't be comfortable for those inside during this heavy rain. Beat assassinates the few sentries wandering about, leaving the rest of you free to get into position nearby.
Your commander's plan for dealing with the enemy force is rather simple. He'll use his gate to deal a heavy blow that should wipe out a significant portion of the enemy's forces. Then your factions Ultimate's will stay in the sky to prevent escape, handle the strongest enemies and keep the remaining foes low. He tasks the strongest Angemon there to lead the ground assault, which will consist of your remaining allies.
While everyone begins making preparations, you peek up over the ridge to examine the enemy forces below. The opponents are sprinkled around the indented rock formation's sides, huddling in groups to try and keep warm in the rain, and resting up from their damage.
=== Enemy Force Overview:
- 84 champions,of *normal* strength (Stats of 300-600)
- 25 *strong* champions (Stats of 600-1000+)
- 5 Ultimates of various species interspaced through these groups. Includes the Parrotmon from before. (Power unknown, but will likely vary from slightly weaker than Verge to noticeably higher)
- Leading 3 (AKA the strongest) Ultimates are in the very center with the supplies which are protected from the rain. (Power unknown, but all have significantly more power than Verge)
[] Create a surplus of Crusher Bones and use your vantage point to stay at range and protect Sparks. He can do the most damage from far away with his lightning.
[] Join the assault group as a Vanguard and charge in an attempt to quench your desire of finding a worthy opponent. One of the Ultimates should be able to give you a decent fight.
[] So much as you don't like this, logic dictates that taking out enemy numbers is the key. Use Hasten Burst to charge in and… slaughter as many as you can.
[] Write in.
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GwaedDraig
Crazed Gun-dino
- Location
- Breadcrumbs and Beaver spit
[X] Create a surplus of Crusher Bones and use your vantage point to stay at range and protect Sparks. He can do the most damage from far away with his lightning.
Orange text.... something to do with Sparks himself I'm guessing.
Orange text.... something to do with Sparks himself I'm guessing.
unObservant
Just drifting along, really
- Location
- USA
Quotation mark after ironsides, and wrong its.
Comma after well.
[X] Create a surplus of Crusher Bones and use your vantage point to stay at range and protect Sparks. He can do the most damage from far away with his lightning.
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- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Did... did he just roid up?
[X] Create a surplus of Crusher Bones and use your vantage point to stay at range and protect Sparks. He can do the most damage from far away with his lightning.
Friendship HO!
Knight-Radiant
Recovering Rageaholic
[X] Join the assault group as a Vanguard and charge in an attempt to quench your desire of finding a worthy opponent. One of the Ultimates should be able to give you a decent fight.
Avalon.exe....
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A C T I V A T E !
Avalon.exe....
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A C T I V A T E !
[X] Create a surplus of Crusher Bones and use your vantage point to stay at range and protect Sparks. He can do the most damage from far away with his lightning.
Seems like the best idea considering we don't have the speed or flight needed to do well in anything else for this battle.
Seems like the best idea considering we don't have the speed or flight needed to do well in anything else for this battle.