In this fic, Cody is 20, The older digidestined are 24, and Kari is 22. For all of you who get a bit confused, there is a little dictionary at the end of the story.
Apocalypse Now
I took a long, deep breath of the clear, crisp autumn air. The thrill of the upcoming competition was pulsing through my veins as I tested the heft and weight of the wooden sword and shield I was armed with. "Anthony MacGervis, step into the arena", came the shout from the announcer. The people parted to make a path as I walked towards the door of the arena.
My opponent was waiting for me in the sand battle pit. He was a mountain of a man with muscles to spare, but did he have any skill? The whistle went off and I easily parried my opponent's crushing blows as I wondered where they could get a whistle in a primitive world like this. After a while, I grew tired of playing with him and slid my sword across my opponent's back after a clumsy charge on his part. I thought they would have been able to get more skilled fighters in a competition that spanned more than 5 parallel universes.
My next opponent was a skilled young man with two wooden swords as his weapons. I didn't have much time for idle thoughts now. I was fighting the way a fight was meant to be fought, with everything I had. As he came in with a short thrust, I parried and hit his hand with my sword. While he was still recovering, I rushed in with my sword at chest height and was neatly disarmed by a low sweeping kick and a flick of his sword against mine. He could smell victory; I knew it. While his killing blow came sweeping down, I stepped to the right at the last second and half-turned to grab his sword by the crossbar and ram the pommel into his stomach. I stopped the pommel just before it hit him, so as to win the fight without causing any real damage.
The other fights became a blur as I steadily proved myself to be the best in each encounter. Finally, the group was narrowed down to 20 people. I noticed that 2 of my old friends were in there and that some of the others looked nothing like warriors. Almost half of the group was made of women. I'm not really racist, but I think that women in a group going off to fight a strange evil foe is just not right. There was even a fairy with us, a fairy! At least, 4 of the men were armed with immense swords. The men's names were T.K., Davis, Cody, Trunks, Brian (my friend), Gatsu, Belgarion, Sephiroth, David (my other friend), Willis, and Richard. The women were Yolei, Kari, Sora, Mimi, Ce'Nedra, Kahlan, and Rosemary. Brian used two dirks for his weapons and Dave used any gun he could get his hands on (preferably explosive).
Some guy named Gennai told us what our mission was and how to do it. We were to go to the top of Infinity Mountain and enter a portal at the top to enter an unexplored universe and kill a shapeless horror that feeds off the fear of it's victims. Sounded pretty basic to me, but I've been in a few battles before, so horror was no stranger to me.
As we started walking down the path to Infinity Mountain, I asked Davis how he was supposed to help in a fight if he carried no weapons. He explained, "I don't actually fight, My digimon does". "Digi-what??" I ask. " A digimon, a digital monster. See?". He pulled a strange looking blue ball out of his pack. "Hi!" it said. "Cool." I said.
Suddenly, a monster jumped out in front of us and T.K. yelled "Digiarmor Energize!". A blue dragon like monster appeared out of nowhere to fight the one confronting us. I yell "HOLY $#!T!! Where the hell did that come from?". "Fire Rocket!" the blue dragon made quick work of our enemy and then changed into a smaller dragon and walked over to Davis. I was busy collecting my jaw when a shadow fell across our troupe.
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HAHAHAHA, you're all sucked in now and you'll be forced to read my next chapter of the story. Cliffhangers rock!!
Dirk n.- (durk) a bladed weapon like a sword but shorter, and longer than a dagger.
Crossbar n.- (kros-bar) the metal thing that is between the hilt of a sword and the blade.
Pommel n.- (pom-el) the bottom end of the hilt of a sword.
Apocalypse Now
I took a long, deep breath of the clear, crisp autumn air. The thrill of the upcoming competition was pulsing through my veins as I tested the heft and weight of the wooden sword and shield I was armed with. "Anthony MacGervis, step into the arena", came the shout from the announcer. The people parted to make a path as I walked towards the door of the arena.
My opponent was waiting for me in the sand battle pit. He was a mountain of a man with muscles to spare, but did he have any skill? The whistle went off and I easily parried my opponent's crushing blows as I wondered where they could get a whistle in a primitive world like this. After a while, I grew tired of playing with him and slid my sword across my opponent's back after a clumsy charge on his part. I thought they would have been able to get more skilled fighters in a competition that spanned more than 5 parallel universes.
My next opponent was a skilled young man with two wooden swords as his weapons. I didn't have much time for idle thoughts now. I was fighting the way a fight was meant to be fought, with everything I had. As he came in with a short thrust, I parried and hit his hand with my sword. While he was still recovering, I rushed in with my sword at chest height and was neatly disarmed by a low sweeping kick and a flick of his sword against mine. He could smell victory; I knew it. While his killing blow came sweeping down, I stepped to the right at the last second and half-turned to grab his sword by the crossbar and ram the pommel into his stomach. I stopped the pommel just before it hit him, so as to win the fight without causing any real damage.
The other fights became a blur as I steadily proved myself to be the best in each encounter. Finally, the group was narrowed down to 20 people. I noticed that 2 of my old friends were in there and that some of the others looked nothing like warriors. Almost half of the group was made of women. I'm not really racist, but I think that women in a group going off to fight a strange evil foe is just not right. There was even a fairy with us, a fairy! At least, 4 of the men were armed with immense swords. The men's names were T.K., Davis, Cody, Trunks, Brian (my friend), Gatsu, Belgarion, Sephiroth, David (my other friend), Willis, and Richard. The women were Yolei, Kari, Sora, Mimi, Ce'Nedra, Kahlan, and Rosemary. Brian used two dirks for his weapons and Dave used any gun he could get his hands on (preferably explosive).
Some guy named Gennai told us what our mission was and how to do it. We were to go to the top of Infinity Mountain and enter a portal at the top to enter an unexplored universe and kill a shapeless horror that feeds off the fear of it's victims. Sounded pretty basic to me, but I've been in a few battles before, so horror was no stranger to me.
As we started walking down the path to Infinity Mountain, I asked Davis how he was supposed to help in a fight if he carried no weapons. He explained, "I don't actually fight, My digimon does". "Digi-what??" I ask. " A digimon, a digital monster. See?". He pulled a strange looking blue ball out of his pack. "Hi!" it said. "Cool." I said.
Suddenly, a monster jumped out in front of us and T.K. yelled "Digiarmor Energize!". A blue dragon like monster appeared out of nowhere to fight the one confronting us. I yell "HOLY $#!T!! Where the hell did that come from?". "Fire Rocket!" the blue dragon made quick work of our enemy and then changed into a smaller dragon and walked over to Davis. I was busy collecting my jaw when a shadow fell across our troupe.
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HAHAHAHA, you're all sucked in now and you'll be forced to read my next chapter of the story. Cliffhangers rock!!
Dirk n.- (durk) a bladed weapon like a sword but shorter, and longer than a dagger.
Crossbar n.- (kros-bar) the metal thing that is between the hilt of a sword and the blade.
Pommel n.- (pom-el) the bottom end of the hilt of a sword.