DISCLAIMER: This is a sequel to my story "The Illusionist." You don't really need to have read that one for this story to make sense, but I recommend it. Also, this story is a more... adult take on what a Digimon and partner would be like. Hence the rating. There is foul language and inappropriate suggestion.
War Cry
Chapter 1
"Night raid!"
Kona's heart slammed against her chest as she watched the 5 Sentrimon surround Myotismon. His attack released a swarm of bats, but they weren't enough to keep the armored enemy Digimon at bay.
"Screw this," she mumbled to herself, whipping her backpack from her left shoulder and yanking her new laptop from its depths. She slumped to the ground, pushing the laptop open and finding her own code within the Digital World's.
"Hold them off, I have an idea!" she yelled to M.
"I hope it's a fast idea!" M called back, taking two King's Fist attacks to the chest, forcing him to stumble back. The Sentrimon advanced, their Renaissance-style armor making a strange clank as they walked.
Kona ignored them as best she could, frantically typing code into her own.
"Crimson Lightning!" M cried, his whip of red slicing beneath three of the Sentrimon, causing them to fall to their backs on the ground before him.
Kona took a deep breath. "God, I hope this works," she mumbled, typing -execute command- and pressing enter.
She grinned as she watched the pixels form in midair, collecting like metal to a magnet. They gathered quickly, forming exactly what she had designed; a small cannon-like weapon strapped to her wrist. She wasn't able to keep the initial giddy reaction from her mind; I look like Buzz Lightyear.
Her excitement was short-lived. Two of the Sentrimon clamped their hands together and yelled "DayBreak!"
"No!" Kona yelled, scrambling to aim the cannon. DayBreak was a light attack, and M was extremely weak against light.
M leapt into the air in an attempt to avoid the attack, and Kona fired at the two Sentrimon.
Her cannon blast hit them both square in the back, but not before their attack loosed from the lenses in their chests, hitting M in the ribs. He cried out, dropping from the sky and hitting the ground hard.
"Shit," Kona breathed, noticing that her cannon blast had only managed to turn the Sentrimon on her.
She aimed again, peering past them at M's crumpled form on the ground.
"M, I need help! Digivolve!" she yelled, firing the cannon at the advancing Sentrimon.
"I can't," he called back, weakly pushing to his feet. "I'm too weak. Too much damage..."
Kona aimed for the lens in the chest of the Sentrimon on the left as it approached. She fired, her arm recoiling with the force of the weapon.
The blast hit the Digimon directly in the lens, and it shattered. The Sentrimon yelped, stumbling back. Without hesitating, she fired at the other one, hitting it in the lens as well.
Kona watched in confusion as the two Digimon attempted to continue advancing, but seemed disoriented. They walked in the wrong direction, colliding with each other.
"Aim for the lenses!" Kona yelled, finding the three Sentrimon tripped by M's Crimson Lightning were back on their feet and beating him back. "They're blind without them!"
M looked exhausted, but he stepped back, throwing his hands out toward them and yelling "Nightmare!"
A black shadow swooped from his hands, enveloping the three Sentrimon and freezing them in their tracks. He snarled with anger, whipping another Crimson Lightning at them, this time dragging it across the lenses in their chests.
It was a direct hit, and instead of shattering the lenses and blinding them, it completely destroyed them: with slowly fading cries, they dusted into individual pixels and disappeared.
M huffed, turning to Kona. With aristocratic dignity, he straightened his lapel, approaching the two blinded Sentrimon. He stepped between them, this time electing to use brute force instead of a digital attack. With slightly frightening calm, he slammed his fists through the lenses, yanking out what looked to be a computer-chip core, easily yanking them free of the wires that held them and crushing them in his fists. He smiled, watching the pixels dissipate around him.
"It's frightening how much you enjoyed that," Kona said with a sigh.
M grinned maliciously, his fangs hanging over his lips. "I may not be a virus anymore, but I'm still the same Digimon. I do occasionally find enjoyment in destroying my enemies."
Kona nodded, actually enjoying his cockiness. His past had been haunting him of late, and it was nice to see him smile.
M pointed to the cannon on her wrist. "That was a good idea. Think you can make it more powerful?"
Kona looked down at her handiwork. "I'm sure I can. I threw this together in a few seconds." She knelt, typing /execute.
The cannon disappeared from her wrist, and she rubbed it, noticing what looked like a burn on M's right side.
"Are you okay?" she asked, nodding to it.
He looked down, wincing as he did. "I will be," he said, laying a hand over the injury and grimacing.
Kona closed the laptop, sliding it back into her backpack and tossing the strap over her left shoulder.
"Last week it was those Guardromon, now these guys... why all of a sudden is everybody attacking your castle?"
M sighed dejectedly, peering up at the castle's high tower. "I have made many enemies in my time, Kona, and for good reason. These attacks should not come as a surprise to you."
"I know, but... none of them have expressed any... vengeful desires. They just... mindlessly attack."
M sighed, staying silent. He did that a lot. There had been a honeymoon stage, of sorts, right after they had found out that he was her partner Digimon. He had been euphoric, and didn't let what he did as a virus get to him. But that had worn off, and he was constantly plagued by his guilt and regret for the things he had done.
Kona sighed, readjusting her backpack.
"Well... Reena will be expecting me for dinner. Are you sure you're okay?" she asked worriedly, watching him wince as he continued to keep his hand on his ribs.
He nodded, remaining silent.
"Alright. See if you can find where these guys are coming from. Maybe it has something to do with that attack on the Stock Market last month."
He nodded, gingerly heading for the castle doors.
Kona watched him for a moment. She knew there was nothing she could say to quell his guilt, but she desperately wanted to. He was unbelievably powerful, but he was letting his regret keep his powers stunted. They could figure this whole thing out a lot faster if M wasn't a complete head case.
Kona sighed, pulling her Digivice from her belt and pressing the lower button on the left, feeling the ever-familiar tug as she was ripped back into her own world.