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(Cue the guitar solo from Sorrow, Pink Floyd)
Myotusmon reared his head against the night sky. He looked upon the city, and knew it was his. He controlled every inch, but gave it free will since he did not need it. Yet. They would all be his soon, yes. He smiled, causing his fangs to spill over his pale lips. A chill wind blew, and he did not turn. He did not need to look to see he was no longer alone on the rooftop.
"Malachite."
Myotusmon recognized the general's distinctive aura, one he had tried to track for many weeks.
"Hello." "We finally meet, face to face." "My masters cannot allow you to control this city. We need it. The harvesting of it's energy is essential to our survival." Myotusmon did not say anything. He continued to look out upon the city, indeed, all of Japan. "Do you know how many civilizations I have ruined? Did you think you would gain my sympathy?" "No." "Good. You are wise. In another existence, perhaps we could have been equals." "It would have been nice." Myotusmon turned and a wind blew, filling his cape.
"As it is, I cannot allow you to take control of this city either." "There is to be no compromise. Either you will leave, or you will die." "Fool. You cannot defeat me!" "Perhaps not, but that doesn't stop me from trying." "Prepare yourself, then!" "To the death!" They leapt at each other, crossing in midair. Agile feet landed on opposite ends of the rooftop. Neither was significantly wounded. Malachite flexed his hand, and a sword of dark energy unfurled. Myotusmon formed tendrils of red force in his palms. They dashed at each other along the ground this time. Myotusmon lashed out with one tendril, easily parried by Malachite. He deflected the second before horizontally chopping at Myotusmon's ribcage. The Digimon dodged to the right, narrowly missing evisceration. He nearly lost his balance before he could yell,
"Dark Claw!"
A bolt of pure dark energy struck at Malachite. Malachite raised one hand, and a shield of the same energy scattered the attack like rain on a window. The shield formed itself into a ball and launched itself at Myotusmon. "Grisly Wing!" A horde of bats met the ball. Myotusmon planted his feet as he summoned more and more, eventually disintegrating the energy and continuing towards Malachite. Malachite raised one arm to throw another shield up. He dispersed his katana to dedicate both hands to his shield. It began to buckle. He threw up one arm to shield his face and...
The attack flew past him. In a few moments, he did not exist.
(Cue the guitar solo from Sorrow, Pink Floyd)
Myotusmon reared his head against the night sky. He looked upon the city, and knew it was his. He controlled every inch, but gave it free will since he did not need it. Yet. They would all be his soon, yes. He smiled, causing his fangs to spill over his pale lips. A chill wind blew, and he did not turn. He did not need to look to see he was no longer alone on the rooftop.
"Malachite."
Myotusmon recognized the general's distinctive aura, one he had tried to track for many weeks.
"Hello." "We finally meet, face to face." "My masters cannot allow you to control this city. We need it. The harvesting of it's energy is essential to our survival." Myotusmon did not say anything. He continued to look out upon the city, indeed, all of Japan. "Do you know how many civilizations I have ruined? Did you think you would gain my sympathy?" "No." "Good. You are wise. In another existence, perhaps we could have been equals." "It would have been nice." Myotusmon turned and a wind blew, filling his cape.
"As it is, I cannot allow you to take control of this city either." "There is to be no compromise. Either you will leave, or you will die." "Fool. You cannot defeat me!" "Perhaps not, but that doesn't stop me from trying." "Prepare yourself, then!" "To the death!" They leapt at each other, crossing in midair. Agile feet landed on opposite ends of the rooftop. Neither was significantly wounded. Malachite flexed his hand, and a sword of dark energy unfurled. Myotusmon formed tendrils of red force in his palms. They dashed at each other along the ground this time. Myotusmon lashed out with one tendril, easily parried by Malachite. He deflected the second before horizontally chopping at Myotusmon's ribcage. The Digimon dodged to the right, narrowly missing evisceration. He nearly lost his balance before he could yell,
"Dark Claw!"
A bolt of pure dark energy struck at Malachite. Malachite raised one hand, and a shield of the same energy scattered the attack like rain on a window. The shield formed itself into a ball and launched itself at Myotusmon. "Grisly Wing!" A horde of bats met the ball. Myotusmon planted his feet as he summoned more and more, eventually disintegrating the energy and continuing towards Malachite. Malachite raised one arm to throw another shield up. He dispersed his katana to dedicate both hands to his shield. It began to buckle. He threw up one arm to shield his face and...
The attack flew past him. In a few moments, he did not exist.