[] CrysPaledramon
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"All apologies for my rudeness, Chevalier." CrysPaledramon murmured wistfully. "My attitude was unbecoming of a knight." The Ultimate found himself smiling, for such an intimidating figure *The Brutal Brawler* was surprisingly competent at offering comforting words.
"My thanks for the apology, I can understand your anger well." The giant GrappLeomon nodded back with a smile. "Tell me, will my sister be arriving here to watch the tournament?"
And just like that, CrysPaledramon found himself frowning again. For while that was a question he dearly wished to answer, doing so would mean giving away possibly volatile information to another organization. Moreover the contents of his goddess' current mission with Lord Andiramon was a mystery. And speculating that it might be an attempt by Astamon to get them both killed would… displease the Chevalier in front of him. Leaving him with only one real answer to give.
"Lady Luna will not-"
Fury
CrysPaledramon flinched... no it would be more accurate to say he was pushed back by a sudden and terrible force. The GrappLeomon's aura had morphed into a suffocating, impossibly furious pressure, now it was all he could do to stand in place and try not to collapse. In that moment the disparity in strength between him and the Chevalier was made devastatingly clear.
It… was as if his life could be effortlessly snuffed out at any moment.
Finally CrysPaledramon understood the description his teacher had given of Lady Luna's brother. This intense, overwhelming anger was… monstrous beyond anything he'd ever seen. Indeed, he hadn't thought it possible to feel emotions from others, much less this.
But fortunately, none of it seemed to be aimed his way. Which was good, if it had… Well CrysPaledramon doubted that he'd still be conscious.
Without a further word the mutant digimon turned away and started smoothly rising up into the air. As the pressure rescinded CrysPaledramon found himself looking up after the *Brutal Brawler* in shock.
Verge didn't have wings, he wasn't using any sort of platform or even stepping upwards. So far as he could tell the Lion was simply willing himself upwards. Which should have been impossible…
The wide eyed Dragon-Man tried to follow, but found himself still rooted in place on shaky legs. Maybe… he'd be better to just sit back and observe whatever was happening. Yes, he figured that was a much better idea than getting close to the Chevalier and whatever had gotten him so worked up.
… and it wasn't as if he could keep up with the Brawler's path through the air, for something so big he moved with incredible speed.
Not that he had to wait long, as mere moment afterwards another mon came streaking forward to meet the newly airborne lion. One CrysPaledramon recognized all too well. *Lady* (As the rank was largely superficial) Repulsa, the current Legendary Warrior Of Wind.
Despite himself, the ice digimon let out a sigh of relief. If her attention was focused on the *Brutal Brawler*, it meant she wouldn't be interacting with him.
Interactions with her were always a mixture of terrifying and… oddly pleasant. Like after he'd digivolved and the Shutumon had decided to visit him (against Lady Luna's protests) to give her personal *congratulations*. Sure the basket of rare fruit had been tasty enough, and the suffocating hug against her chest hadn't been… completely unpalatable. But after that she'd spent an hour engaging in special training (i.e. beating the snot out of him) and enjoying every second of it.
Up above the two distant figures seemed to be… engaging in some sort of conversation. From the ground he could only hear bits and pieces, however his *superior* seemed to be acting her usual self. However, and surprisingly the Chevalier seemed to be enduring her taunts with stoic anger.
That had to be difficult, Repulsa was really good at getting under the skin of other mon. Both figuratively… and literally from what little he'd glimpsed of her fights. Wait! He remembered Lady Luna said something about Repulsa giving her brother that scar. That had to be it.
Would they fight now? Or… he had to watch and see what happened.
And as the seconds dragged on, something between them changed. The GrappLeomon's fury gradually faded, and eventually he broke out into uproarious laughter, aimed at Repulsa no less. CrysPaledramon could barely believe it.
"I'm sure your friend Agnimon thought the same thing!" The Legendary Warrior roared, sounding genuinely enraged for the first time in CrysPaledramon's memory. She said something else he couldn't make out and then-
There was an explosion from The Brawler's turbines, and between moments he'd closed the dozen meters and placed his fist just before Repulsa's head. And the wide-eyed Legendary Warrior froze in terror.
That… what he just did was impossible. She-Repulsa was faster than even Lady Luna! For him to surprise her like that would take… he couldn't comprehend it. The strength, speed and control needed to strike, and pull his punch like that.
Suddenly he was very, very glad The Chevalier had not taken offence to his rude behaviour.
The Shutumon began to retreat, but Verge kept up with her effortlessly, speaking all the while. Another moment later and he'd done something to pin her in place.
Whatever he said next only seemed to terrify the Legendary Warrior more and more. By the time he finally stopped and let her move again Repulsa was in tears.
"H-heeelp!" One of the Gloaming's most feared Ultimates screeched, reaching out pleadingly towards the far off distance "Please, Astamon! Astamon don't let him kill me!"
CrysPaledramon found himself caught between relief and further terror as she blurred out of sight. Suddenly the intimidating mutant felt less like just a *Strong* Ultimate the Bulwark had in their ranks and… something far worse. As if he might already have the power of a Mega. The idea should have been ridiculous, Megas were another existence entirely, the very pinnacle of all strength in the server. An Ultimate like himself could never come close… but had that thought been wrong?
His thoughts were swiftly followed up by the realization that Astamon himself was present in the city.
Meaning The High Lord's negotiations with the Spirit Temples had come to a conclusion. And CrysPaledramon didn't know if that was a good thing or not.
===AN There! Getting this out was harder than it really should've. Too much procrastination, maybe me not being used to writing in the 3rd person. NGL I'm not the happiest with the start of this POV, but I felt like I needed to get something out for you guys. Fortunately I got better as I wrote this morning. Anyways! Sorry for the delays, thanks for all the discussion everyone, and I hope ya'll enjoy this.