Wonder Luna or Grip took it because I don't think either of them have seen him pull a move that brutal... heck Luna was actually surprised by his latest rage burst.
Digimon Inheritance: A Heroic Lion's Turbulent Times (Finished)
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Well the mayor is probably proud after we pulled that one off. We took something he suggested we use it for and made an improvement in it to hit another mon.
I figure they're used to brutality by now, might have some mild surprise it came form Verg but they know he's been to plenty of battlefields now so it shouldn't be a shocker.
Actually a lot of Verge's actual kills this arc have been things you'd expect a Jojo villain to do now that I think about it.
Hell, he's probably proud Verge managed to pull off Spinal Tap with his teeth.
It's been awhile, but wasn't Sharp Fangs one of the earliest things he taught Verge?
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What *I* wanna know is what kind of cameras these guys are using. To not only keep up with all these impossibly fast combatants but do so in a way that the picture's clear, keep far enough out of the way that no one's even mentioned them, and to either not get too damaged by all these attacks and auras flying around or have so many cameras set up that they're always guaranteed a good shot?
Forget selling armies, they'd make a freaking mint in the movie business!
Forget selling armies, they'd make a freaking mint in the movie business!
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Some of the cyborg/machine Ultimates could pull it off.What *I* wanna know is what kind of cameras these guys are using. To not only keep up with all these impossibly fast combatants but do so in a way that the picture's clear, keep far enough out of the way that no one's even mentioned them, and to either not get too damaged by all these attacks and auras flying around or have so many cameras set up that they're always guaranteed a good shot?
Forget selling armies, they'd make a freaking mint in the movie business!
drexal15
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Stats:
Strength: 38,680->38,733
Fortitude: 32,510->32,590
Endurance: 31,585->31,645
Agility: 26,650->26,687
Special: 27,430->27,460
Spirit: 25,290->25,315
Skills:
Digging: 32/60->33/60
General Fighting: 520/540->525/540
Martial Arts, GrappLeomon *Maul* Style: 494/540->500/540
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Strength: 38,680->38,733
Fortitude: 32,510->32,590
Endurance: 31,585->31,645
Agility: 26,650->26,687
Special: 27,430->27,460
Spirit: 25,290->25,315
Skills:
Digging: 32/60->33/60
General Fighting: 520/540->525/540
Martial Arts, GrappLeomon *Maul* Style: 494/540->500/540
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They're not using cameras.What *I* wanna know is what kind of cameras these guys are using. To not only keep up with all these impossibly fast combatants but do so in a way that the picture's clear, keep far enough out of the way that no one's even mentioned them, and to either not get too damaged by all these attacks and auras flying around or have so many cameras set up that they're always guaranteed a good shot?
Forget selling armies, they'd make a freaking mint in the movie business!
I kind of want to try the hyper-idealistic 'screw Jabba' route, but that is hampered by two things:
1. It's essentially asking the Gloaming Team to throw away their mission for a higher cause, which will undoubtedly anger their superiors, such as Astamon.
2. Sinduramon.
1. It's essentially asking the Gloaming Team to throw away their mission for a higher cause, which will undoubtedly anger their superiors, such as Astamon.
2. Sinduramon.
So far Andiramon has shown the ability to be quite patient and wait things out until he thinks it's the right time for him to move. He isn't gonna rush into to trying to delete Jabba like people really want to, he's gonna wait. So I doubt even without the pressure from higher ups he will join us when he likes to play the long game.
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34th Of Earth: Sloth's Amusement.
drexal15
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Astamon leaned over his desk, hands steepled beneath his chin... and smiled. He had to hand it to the crownholder, this plot of his (for all this was most assuredly some form of plot) was progressing quite nicely.
His only caveat in the the reptillian's plan so far, was the chaotic, wasteful and frankly unprofessional slaughtering of the city's lesser inhabitants. It was a detail most would miss given that the footage had cut in after the *ten minute evacuation* hiatus, however to him seeing past that little deception was a trifling matter. Most of course, wouldn't even realize that a grand atrocity had taken place, but then again most mon in the server were utter dullards.
Still, it was certainly a shame, the peons' lives could have been spent doing far more useful things. That said… he could certainly understand why his fellow tyrant had done it. The sheer amount of data that must have been gathered was staggering. His only question was why?
…
Oh, that would be amusing indeed. At least, if his thought was correct. There were another few purposes he could think of, but given the MasterTyrannomon's history, he felt that guess was the best answer.
And the poor fools there wouldn't understand until it was far too late. Impressive, maybe once this was finished, he could even recruit the crown-holder as his next general. He'd certainly need the protection once word of this spread.
The Scion leaned back in his chair, observing the next scene with a hint of amusement. That trinary engineered weapon of a GrappLeomon was proving quite skilled at intimidation, a good beheading using nothing but one's hands always made a good impression…
…
And using a weaker foe as a weakened bomb? Inspired. It was a shame that the now deceased Count hadn't been able to recruit him as a rookie. He'd have made quite the pawn.
Astamon let himself clap once, then turned his attention to the second screen in his commanding office. The editing break had ended, and now the action was picking up again. Of the several dozen fights being broadcast, this one interested him the most... for now.
The treacherous pair had earned themselves a spot on the highlights reel it seemed, blindsiding that pompous chicken Sinduramon. Amusing, but even with that crack in his armor, he doubted either could kill the bird quickly. It was a shame that those two had chosen to be so ambitious, they'd have made even better pawns if they hadn't chosen to bite the hand feeding them.
But even if they won… Astamon had contingencies in place to limit their acclaim. It paid to always be on the winning end of events. And all that took was the right amount of preparation.
The Gloaming's commander in chief paused as his terminal let out a beep. Another message… good. His force's movements were nearly completed, and 93% of the countermeasures had been laid in place.
Events were playing out just as planned...
His only caveat in the the reptillian's plan so far, was the chaotic, wasteful and frankly unprofessional slaughtering of the city's lesser inhabitants. It was a detail most would miss given that the footage had cut in after the *ten minute evacuation* hiatus, however to him seeing past that little deception was a trifling matter. Most of course, wouldn't even realize that a grand atrocity had taken place, but then again most mon in the server were utter dullards.
Still, it was certainly a shame, the peons' lives could have been spent doing far more useful things. That said… he could certainly understand why his fellow tyrant had done it. The sheer amount of data that must have been gathered was staggering. His only question was why?
…
Oh, that would be amusing indeed. At least, if his thought was correct. There were another few purposes he could think of, but given the MasterTyrannomon's history, he felt that guess was the best answer.
And the poor fools there wouldn't understand until it was far too late. Impressive, maybe once this was finished, he could even recruit the crown-holder as his next general. He'd certainly need the protection once word of this spread.
The Scion leaned back in his chair, observing the next scene with a hint of amusement. That trinary engineered weapon of a GrappLeomon was proving quite skilled at intimidation, a good beheading using nothing but one's hands always made a good impression…
…
And using a weaker foe as a weakened bomb? Inspired. It was a shame that the now deceased Count hadn't been able to recruit him as a rookie. He'd have made quite the pawn.
Astamon let himself clap once, then turned his attention to the second screen in his commanding office. The editing break had ended, and now the action was picking up again. Of the several dozen fights being broadcast, this one interested him the most... for now.
The treacherous pair had earned themselves a spot on the highlights reel it seemed, blindsiding that pompous chicken Sinduramon. Amusing, but even with that crack in his armor, he doubted either could kill the bird quickly. It was a shame that those two had chosen to be so ambitious, they'd have made even better pawns if they hadn't chosen to bite the hand feeding them.
But even if they won… Astamon had contingencies in place to limit their acclaim. It paid to always be on the winning end of events. And all that took was the right amount of preparation.
The Gloaming's commander in chief paused as his terminal let out a beep. Another message… good. His force's movements were nearly completed, and 93% of the countermeasures had been laid in place.
Events were playing out just as planned...
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Heh, so Astamon knows that the rabbit wants to usurp him.
And sounds like Astamon thinks this is all a ploy for the asshole dino to hit mega.
And sounds like Astamon thinks this is all a ploy for the asshole dino to hit mega.
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34th Of Earth: Angelic Fury
drexal15
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Ophanimon rose up from her support-chair, ignoring the pain and grinding her teeth in fury. That monster of a ruler had sinned against the heavens. How many souls had he snuffed out? What horrors stemming from madness had he wrought?
"Lady Ophanimon?" The numbskull asked, clearly not understanding the gravity of what had taken place. "Is something wrong?" It was all she could not to smack him across the face with her javelin.
"A great tragedy has played out before our eyes." The upstart murmured solemnly.
"How so my lady? The event has only just started."
"He murdered the heathen populace!" Ophanimon snapped, thrusting her lance into the view screen where the outline of a small huddling group was clear. "The intermission was a falsehood, he set his combatants to slaughter them!" It seemed that was enough to get through the foolish hero's thick skull, and he started up from this throne, hands turning into blades.
"Lord in heaven! That utter fiend!" SlashAngemon growled. "I will end that villain-"
"Sit. Down." Ophanimon snarled, having little patience for his idiotic blustering.
"But… after such a tremendous act of evil, justice must be carried out." SlashAngemon protested. "The Lord's will demands nothing else! His villainous actions cannot go unpunished."
"In good time." The great angel replied, settling back into her chair. "We cannot act in haste without causing more suffering."
"A hasty crusade will only end in failure." Sanzomon agreed. "Action must wait until the event concludes, interfering now will only be seen as interrupting in the affairs of a neutral state."
"Make no mistake." Ophanimon smiled through her ever-rising pain. "The MasterTyrannomon will suffer, for his actions. He will die screaming…" The great angel trailed off, and took a moment to reign the fiery pain and fury back under her control. "However that shall only happen after the event has concluded and the observation spells have ended."
SlashAngemon looked between his fellow two Seraphs, caught between disbelief and anger… then clenched his teeth and stomped out of the viewing room. Now that he was aware of what atrocities had taken place, he had no interest in watching the ensuing battles. He had faith that his protege would take the day, his old keepsake made that a certainty. And when he was victorious... SlashAngemon would be there to assist him in bringing justice to that despicable dinosaur. For the Lord, and his children. Deus Vult.
"Lady Ophanimon?" The numbskull asked, clearly not understanding the gravity of what had taken place. "Is something wrong?" It was all she could not to smack him across the face with her javelin.
"A great tragedy has played out before our eyes." The upstart murmured solemnly.
"How so my lady? The event has only just started."
"He murdered the heathen populace!" Ophanimon snapped, thrusting her lance into the view screen where the outline of a small huddling group was clear. "The intermission was a falsehood, he set his combatants to slaughter them!" It seemed that was enough to get through the foolish hero's thick skull, and he started up from this throne, hands turning into blades.
"Lord in heaven! That utter fiend!" SlashAngemon growled. "I will end that villain-"
"Sit. Down." Ophanimon snarled, having little patience for his idiotic blustering.
"But… after such a tremendous act of evil, justice must be carried out." SlashAngemon protested. "The Lord's will demands nothing else! His villainous actions cannot go unpunished."
"In good time." The great angel replied, settling back into her chair. "We cannot act in haste without causing more suffering."
"A hasty crusade will only end in failure." Sanzomon agreed. "Action must wait until the event concludes, interfering now will only be seen as interrupting in the affairs of a neutral state."
"Make no mistake." Ophanimon smiled through her ever-rising pain. "The MasterTyrannomon will suffer, for his actions. He will die screaming…" The great angel trailed off, and took a moment to reign the fiery pain and fury back under her control. "However that shall only happen after the event has concluded and the observation spells have ended."
SlashAngemon looked between his fellow two Seraphs, caught between disbelief and anger… then clenched his teeth and stomped out of the viewing room. Now that he was aware of what atrocities had taken place, he had no interest in watching the ensuing battles. He had faith that his protege would take the day, his old keepsake made that a certainty. And when he was victorious... SlashAngemon would be there to assist him in bringing justice to that despicable dinosaur. For the Lord, and his children. Deus Vult.
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Sanzomon
Seraphs
Also finally a confirmation that she is indeed secretly a Seraph.
Given the context, "Lord".
ThatOtherSatori
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Wow, even the Host Leadership agrees that JabbaTyrannomon needs to be put down. sure, Ophanimon's just a little bit Absolutely Livid, but consider Verge's own reaction.
If it weren't for her own issues, I imagine they'd probably have gotten along a lot better huh? they're both well-meaning 'mon who are, unfortunately, a little bit maimed and have a nasty temper as a result. (Though with Verge, his temper is more innate than anything else.)
If it weren't for her own issues, I imagine they'd probably have gotten along a lot better huh? they're both well-meaning 'mon who are, unfortunately, a little bit maimed and have a nasty temper as a result. (Though with Verge, his temper is more innate than anything else.)
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So the Weeaboo is the one, the Digimon God moved his attention to, and the one Ophanimon is jealous of, wonder how the big guy appreciates being called Kami instead of Lord.
And now we know it's Burst Mode that empowered Pit.
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34th Of Earth & ???: *Drunky's* Praise & A Mistress's Joy
drexal15
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"Hahahaha! Fucking get him hefty!" Dominous Angewomon of the seventh rank hollered, cheering on as her former subordinate went and fucking ripped some smirking dino's head off.
"Quiet down! You're not the only mon here to watch!" Some shit of an Angemon shouted, so she turned around and punched him into the throat. With the annoyance busy clutching his broken windpipe, she turned back around and threw back her tankard.
She had to admit, when she first saw that little shivering twerp, the angel had thought he'd get ground up in short order. Him becoming strong enough to make the onlookers shit themselves hadn't crossed her mind, but now? The contrast was fucking hilarious, and no one would believe her after that little display there.
*Drunky* gestured over to the Pidmon bartender, for another refill, then lightly patted HippoGriffomon's head. He broke off from staring at the screen to snuggle into her comparatively small hand.
Booze, companionship and and watching kickass fights. Yep. This was the life. Fuck being some CO with a stick up her ass.
She broke into laugh as some host bigshot a fucking golden Cockatrimon got shot in the face, a contrast to the many gasps of shocks. Several glares came her way, but the womon held up her middle finger in response.
No regrets, that guy sounded like a fricken jackass. He deserved to get his ass kicked.
"Wark!" And *Ironsides* agreed.
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Deep underground, in a small room sat a LadyDevimon in red garb. She smiled proudly at the screen in front of her, trying hard to stay reserved and *proper* in the fact of what she's just witnessed.
"That's it Verge!-*ahe* quite, well done my esteemed servant." Ardat *cheered* thrusting her clawed arm into the air. "Utilizing his energy to not fully overwhelm the internal energy flow of a mon, but to cover another target in miasma… our knight has truly taken to our power… so cool." The womon wanted to put her hands together and squee in excitement, but that would be undignified.
She settled for uncrossing her legs and clapping exactly seven times. Yes, her champion was acquitting himself quite well in this event. She'd have to give him some sort of rewards once he returned… ooh! Leopardmon had approved her request for baking supplies!~
She'd make him the greatest cake he'd ever eaten!
"Dadmon strong!" Xia shouted, leaping onto the desk and straightening out her wings. "He win! He win!"
"Oh, of that I have no doubt child." Ardat mused, grabbing the gigantic *rookie* and placing it back in her lap. Another thing she had to thank her dearest knight for, Xia was the cutest thing ever. Sadly she didn't have any talent whatsoever for the best magic out there (wind), but *The Librarian Of Forbidden Knowledge* had deigned to take her in as a lesser servant.
Her enthusiasm made life so much more tolerable.
Ardat hugged the big dragon to her chest, and settled back to continue watching. The highlight reel had ended and now... it looked like he was about to fight somemon that looked really cool.
"Quiet down! You're not the only mon here to watch!" Some shit of an Angemon shouted, so she turned around and punched him into the throat. With the annoyance busy clutching his broken windpipe, she turned back around and threw back her tankard.
She had to admit, when she first saw that little shivering twerp, the angel had thought he'd get ground up in short order. Him becoming strong enough to make the onlookers shit themselves hadn't crossed her mind, but now? The contrast was fucking hilarious, and no one would believe her after that little display there.
*Drunky* gestured over to the Pidmon bartender, for another refill, then lightly patted HippoGriffomon's head. He broke off from staring at the screen to snuggle into her comparatively small hand.
Booze, companionship and and watching kickass fights. Yep. This was the life. Fuck being some CO with a stick up her ass.
She broke into laugh as some host bigshot a fucking golden Cockatrimon got shot in the face, a contrast to the many gasps of shocks. Several glares came her way, but the womon held up her middle finger in response.
No regrets, that guy sounded like a fricken jackass. He deserved to get his ass kicked.
"Wark!" And *Ironsides* agreed.
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Deep underground, in a small room sat a LadyDevimon in red garb. She smiled proudly at the screen in front of her, trying hard to stay reserved and *proper* in the fact of what she's just witnessed.
"That's it Verge!-*ahe* quite, well done my esteemed servant." Ardat *cheered* thrusting her clawed arm into the air. "Utilizing his energy to not fully overwhelm the internal energy flow of a mon, but to cover another target in miasma… our knight has truly taken to our power… so cool." The womon wanted to put her hands together and squee in excitement, but that would be undignified.
She settled for uncrossing her legs and clapping exactly seven times. Yes, her champion was acquitting himself quite well in this event. She'd have to give him some sort of rewards once he returned… ooh! Leopardmon had approved her request for baking supplies!~
She'd make him the greatest cake he'd ever eaten!
"Dadmon strong!" Xia shouted, leaping onto the desk and straightening out her wings. "He win! He win!"
"Oh, of that I have no doubt child." Ardat mused, grabbing the gigantic *rookie* and placing it back in her lap. Another thing she had to thank her dearest knight for, Xia was the cutest thing ever. Sadly she didn't have any talent whatsoever for the best magic out there (wind), but *The Librarian Of Forbidden Knowledge* had deigned to take her in as a lesser servant.
Her enthusiasm made life so much more tolerable.
Ardat hugged the big dragon to her chest, and settled back to continue watching. The highlight reel had ended and now... it looked like he was about to fight somemon that looked really cool.
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believe
Cockatrimon (even though he isn't actually that)
LadyDevimon sat alone
But how is she alone if Xia is there?
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HippoGriffomon.
Ass.
That's a name right? Then Ironsides.
Womon.
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Sometimes I miss the interactions we had with Drunky, sometimes anyways.
drexal15
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Technically Xia wasn't sitting in the chair with her at that point?
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Hmm... Is JabbaTyrannomon planning to delete the winner to absorb their data to hit the Mega stage?
34th Of Earth: Duftmon's Decision, Electown Viewing
drexal15
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The glass in Duftmon's hand shattered, spilling several dozen thousand bits worth of wine to the carpet. Normally that would have been an egregious waste, but his surprise had been overwhelming. He'd expected the mission to be a simple test of the Chevalier's leadership, but this...
This was madness, absolute, total, plein, madness.
The Royal Knight took a breath, then pressed a red button on his desk.
"PileVolcamon, special order quatre-vingts." Duftmon rose from his desk, not bothering to wait for a response. The Mega was well trained, he'd be able to rouse the reserve kill teams with all haste.
However as of now… this situation required *une touche personnelle*. An announcement would have to be made before any actions could be taken of course, but there'd be no escape for the madmon.
The crownholder was a monarch no longer, but a mad creature that needed put down. It was Bulwark's duty to see him put down.
And he had to act fast before Astamon could recruit the tyrant as a general.
=Meanwhile In Electown:
"Rgh! There's no way the mangy cat could get so much stronger that quickly!" Groundramon snarled down at viewscreen, his *wings* carving furrows through the earth. "This has to be doctored!"
"Rohohoho! Be proud of your fellow student's progress on the road of battle." *MayorTyrannomon* chuffed, putting a reassuring claw on the dramon's shoulder. "He may have surpassed you in power, but make no mistake, you're still my best student."
Groundramon growled out what could almost be taken as a *thanks* under his breath… then winced as the blade of a a scythe poked into his eye.
"Look at what you've done!" The Phantomon squealed, repeatedly batting the much larger mon's head with her weapon. "Those fields don't grow themselves dummy"
"S-sorry…" Groundramon murmured, lowering his head in *defeat*.
"Look! He's using Spinal tap through Sharp Fangs! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
"Is that supposed to be hard?" The Phantomon questioned, floating up beside him and tilting her head.
"You wouldn't believe how much training it takes to get spirit manipulation to that level." The Dinosaur replied, grinning up at the screen. "I know mon twice his age that wouldn't be able to pull it off."
"... I could've done that too." Groundramon grumbled to himself.
"Right now! Get ready to cheer everyone!" The Tyrannomon roared, which was immediately echoed by the gathered townfolk. Even Frigimon joined in, throwing one icy mitt into the air. On the large projected screen, the sight of Verge's spinning form gradually slowed as one leg came up into a kick. The horned figure hung helpless as it came closer and closer until...
=
"A spell. He uses spells…" A pale, malnourished figure put her hand up to her cracked viewing screen. Seeing this fight it… hurt so much. And yet despite the agony in her core, and the tear rolling down her cheek, the womon couldn't help but smile in pride. "Vergil…"
===AN: And that's it for tonight folks.
This was madness, absolute, total, plein, madness.
The Royal Knight took a breath, then pressed a red button on his desk.
"PileVolcamon, special order quatre-vingts." Duftmon rose from his desk, not bothering to wait for a response. The Mega was well trained, he'd be able to rouse the reserve kill teams with all haste.
However as of now… this situation required *une touche personnelle*. An announcement would have to be made before any actions could be taken of course, but there'd be no escape for the madmon.
The crownholder was a monarch no longer, but a mad creature that needed put down. It was Bulwark's duty to see him put down.
And he had to act fast before Astamon could recruit the tyrant as a general.
=Meanwhile In Electown:
"Rgh! There's no way the mangy cat could get so much stronger that quickly!" Groundramon snarled down at viewscreen, his *wings* carving furrows through the earth. "This has to be doctored!"
"Rohohoho! Be proud of your fellow student's progress on the road of battle." *MayorTyrannomon* chuffed, putting a reassuring claw on the dramon's shoulder. "He may have surpassed you in power, but make no mistake, you're still my best student."
Groundramon growled out what could almost be taken as a *thanks* under his breath… then winced as the blade of a a scythe poked into his eye.
"Look at what you've done!" The Phantomon squealed, repeatedly batting the much larger mon's head with her weapon. "Those fields don't grow themselves dummy"
"S-sorry…" Groundramon murmured, lowering his head in *defeat*.
"Look! He's using Spinal tap through Sharp Fangs! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
"Is that supposed to be hard?" The Phantomon questioned, floating up beside him and tilting her head.
"You wouldn't believe how much training it takes to get spirit manipulation to that level." The Dinosaur replied, grinning up at the screen. "I know mon twice his age that wouldn't be able to pull it off."
"... I could've done that too." Groundramon grumbled to himself.
"Right now! Get ready to cheer everyone!" The Tyrannomon roared, which was immediately echoed by the gathered townfolk. Even Frigimon joined in, throwing one icy mitt into the air. On the large projected screen, the sight of Verge's spinning form gradually slowed as one leg came up into a kick. The horned figure hung helpless as it came closer and closer until...
=
"A spell. He uses spells…" A pale, malnourished figure put her hand up to her cracked viewing screen. Seeing this fight it… hurt so much. And yet despite the agony in her core, and the tear rolling down her cheek, the womon couldn't help but smile in pride. "Vergil…"
===AN: And that's it for tonight folks.
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