[] Draw the fight out, wear him down with smaller strikes until you can weaken him enough to land a deciding strike.
-[] Use his agression against him. Fake an opening, then counter at full power when he tries to take advantage of your "weakness"
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Overpowering him here isn't possible, simply struggling against MadLeomon's frantic push will only waste your strength. So instead you choose to
redirect the force, bending your legs while pulling both forelimbs up to brings his torso in line with your own. Actions which when combined with your spin, send the maddened Ultimate tumbling over your side before slamming right into the rubble-strewn ground.
Sharp Fangs!
It's then that your jaws
snap out, teeth ripping into the muscle of his upraised wrist. However the crazed feline ignores your bite entirely, only using the sudden anchor to spring back out of his newly formed crater and send both feet flying towards your face.
At this distance and with his speed, all you can do is try to minimize the damage, leaning away as the tips of his dark claws rip across the side of your head.
Ignoring the horrible shrieking sound of metal being scored, you step back and levy a sharp counter at the enemy, leaving three parallel gashes across the square of his back. MadLeomon's response is nearly instantaneous, spinning mid-air to unleash a devastatingly powerful downwards blow.
You only barely resist being dragged to the ground and are thus left still in recovery as he kicks off the ground and swings his injured arm into your side. The clothesline smacks right into your ribs at full force, bending the metal inwards and imparting enough force to send you sliding away, wrecking another home in the process.
Fortunately you manage to correctly predict his next move, pivoting around to slide parry his lunging swipe and snapping teeth with your right before retaliating with another
Winning Straight into his shoulder, shattering the protruding bony spike. Following that, you step after the reeling zombie and begin throwing a wide swipe only to stop halfway through.
He reacts just as you expected, ducking under the assumed arc and pulling back his arm for a stomach blow. In other words, he falls
right for the offered feint. Your arms move in concert, rebuffing his stabbing limb with a backhand whilst rending three more lines into his skull. However your small victory is cut short as the roaring lion pushes through and buries his elbow into your gut.
Rgh… this-
"
Jūoudaken!"
-will not end quickly.
=
This duel has not been an easy one, your wounded body can fiercely attest to that fact. The exhausting fight has left your form a patchwork of missing fur, bruises and gaping wounds. Indeed, it would be easier to list bones of yours that
aren't bent out of shape.
And yet MadLeomon is still in worse shape yet. The Undead digimon has been rendered a broken wreck, covered in myriad punctures and cuts from where your Kuma Tsume left their deadly work. Between even that, his shattered face, broken leg and torn off arm most digimon would be left unable to do more than lay screaming in agony.
But your opponent is a berserker, one containing seemingly endless stamina at that. Even now he ignores the uncountable injuries inflicted upon his being and rallies his eighty-ninth charge of the fight.
You spit out the Ultimate's right arm and carefully examine his bestial rush, looking for the
perfect opportunity to end things.
Lowered speed due to injuries, offensive and defensive options halved and a single avenue of attack left. The time to finish this has come.
As he closes in the final meters you drop to a knee, letting both forearms fall slack in a bid to seem exhausted.
"Yes! Ohehehe, now finish him Beast!" IceDevimon's voice cackles in the air above you, sounding more than a little relieved at your *collapse*. Shutting him up will be… nice.
MadLeomon thrusts his remaining arm towards your head, another
Jūoudaken forming around his fist. Unexpected, but nothing you can't deal with considering how telegraphed the move is.
Your legs extend abruptly, launching you towards the incoming Leomon. A simple tilt of your neck sees the ball of dark energy simply scraping past your scarred face, while his fist is met with a shoulder-check.
MadLeomon has always been lighter than you, but now that he's missing large chunks of his body including a missing arm
and is moving at a lower speed? The sudden tackle led by your pauldron effortlessly overwhelms his punch, bringing you to point blank range.
Just. As. Planned.
"Atemigaeshi!" One forearm snakes between the smaller mon's legs, lifting whilst your other forelimb wheels across his side. His lunge is forcibly turned into a face-first slam into the ruins of what was once a disc shop. But that isn't where things end.
"Spinal Tap!" Within the space of a millisecond your glowing claws plunge down into the small of his back, injecting a hefty dose of power directly into the undead digimon's spine. MadLeomon will only be paralyzed for a few seconds at most, but that's more than enough time to finish things. "
Crescent!-" You raise one war-gauntlet high for the wind up then whirl around, building up as much kinetic force as possible.
"Daemon's fire, no!"
"-Dawn!" Tough as he may be, there's nothing the berserk digimon can do to defend himself against what comes next. Your silver claws rend directly through his neck, separating the mon's head from his shoulders and giving him a final mercy.
Whatever path you tread on, it has ended. May your next life be one of peace.
Several jagged pieces of a spiraled collar drop down from the defeated foe's bisected mane, but you pay it no mind. The data of a worthy opponent awaits and you will not let his strength go to waste.
Pulling his corrupted data in brings an immediate sense of mindless anger, a sense of purposeless fury beget by helpless despair and shame. The flame of Wrath within you greedily devours it all, surging outwards in a bid to take control. However you've dealt with this feeling before, with Chimairamon. This time you manage to prevent it from bursting outwards, slowly wrestling the feeling into control. But that effort takes all your concentration and the IceDevimon doesn't pass it up.
"Death Claw!" Five tiny pinpricks sink into the back of your skull. You have one moment to feel some sort of pressure on your mind before-
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IceDevimon was
furious. That mutated Gryzmon should have been deleted ten times over from his minion's poison, but the Daemon-cursed mutant had done the impossible in just
ignoring it.
And now his prized minion, the Leomon he'd spent so long tormenting was dead. It had taken weeks and tens of thousands of bits to engineers the guardian's fall. But now that was all gone, stolen from him by *Verge*
.
It was no wonder High Lord Astamon wanted him deleted.
Now the least he could do was carry out his master's wish and see this champion squashed. The Gryzmon may have been ludicrously strong for a champion, but he was a novice in the field of mental combat.
He was going to destroy this *Verge* from the inside.
Slowly and painfully-
-what? How did a Knightmon get in-
"Trespasser!"
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-the IceDevimon flinches back from your head, his mouth open and screaming in pain. You reel from the sudden loss of mental pressure, wholly unsure of what just happened.
Your master barges in front of the demon a moment later, swatting him down with a single claw. This knocks your enemy free from his stupor, but that avails him little. MasterTyrannomon simply steps on the frosty digimon, pinning him in place.
"Are you well student?"
Am I… well? Am I?
"Aye. I am… what did he attempt?"
"He tried attacking your mind." The dinosaur snarls, spitting down at your futilely struggling enemy
. "A cowardly tactic, from a despicable mon."
My mind can be attacked!... By the Ten, I must find a way to defend myself from that.
Your tutor raises a hand, intent on deleting the demon pinned beneath his foot.
"Wait! Don't delete me! I have information on the Gloaming's operations here!" The pleading has your master pause for a second, before swinging his colossal head over to look at you and scratching his neck.
"Hrm… I'm not technically part of the Host anymore so... What do you think student?"
===Choose One:
[] Tell your master to let him up, you're going to
Rip IceDevimon Apart for what he's done.
[] Ask your master to Hold him until the *Subjugation Force* arrives. You'll turn him over as a prisoner just in case he does have useful information.
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Authors Note: Thanks for all the discussion guys! I'm proud to have all of you along on this quest! Also Stats will be updated tonight. So I hope ya'll are ready for some... impressive growth. As for this fight in particular, If Verge didn't have metallic bones and yggy armaments, he'd be a lot worse off. Think shattered instead of bent. Mutations and special gear FTW.
===MadLeomon's Rough Stats:
- Strength: 6000
- Fortitude: 5000
- Endurance: 7000
- Agility: 6500
- Special: 5000
- Spirit: 5500