The third made-up Digimon. Sigh. But don't fret guys, Roamon is actually likeable! His design is complex, so I REALLY need to scan my illustrations of him... I tried to describe him the best I could, but... yeah. Bahaha. This chapter title is very original, don't you think? Lol. Well, if it isn't, Chapter Eleven's will make up for it. I couldn't believe my eyes when I came up with Chapter Eleven's title. It means "To Victory" (I think... x_x), and according to the oh-so-reliable Wikipedia it's a phrase Roman soldiers used during battle. And Roamon = Roman soldier. Get it? Roamon, Roman?

Chapter Ten: Versus Musyamon

"That thing is Musyamon?" She sneered, pointing rudely at the cloaked Digimon standing on the top of the crane. The disappointment in her voice was blatant. "But he's just some frail old man."

"Do not judge prematurely..." Musyamon said, clealy unphased by Celia's taunt. A fist reached out from under his cloak and snatched his sleeve tightly, and a spectacular thing happened. The cloak literally melted away, revealing Musyamon's true identity.

Musyamon was an ancient swordsman, wearing hard red armor that was tied together tightly with violet rope. His skin was also violet, but the bottom half of his right arm was coal black. Navy blue hair spiked out of the end of his red helmet, which had golden top that was an image of a ferocious demon with long and crooked horns. He wore a furry brown vest of of long things that looked suspiciously like the pinchers of a gigantic spider, and simplistic brown pants with a torn brown cloak around his waist. In his hand was a long blade, nearly four feet long.

He didn't hesitate to attack.

"Shogun Sword!" He swished his sword extravagantly. A powerful airwave swept towards Jamamon, who wasn't expecting it. The attack slashed powerfully across his chest, and he grasped his stomach weakly and fell to his knees.

"Jamamon!" Both Celia and Sarah cried in unison, huddling together, terrified.

"Don't worry about me." Was all Jamamon could say. He struggled to dodge another 'Shogun Sword' attack, which made a deep gash in the ground where Jamamon once stood. He started to climb up the crane to attack Musyamon head-on.

But Musyamon was incredibly fast, so he managed to jump and re-appear on the top of the neighboring crane in less than a second. To Celia, it looked like he teleported.

"I'm not a regular Champion," Musyamon teased. "I have the power of the Diabolist Lords inside of me, which rivals that of the DigiStar. So how can a puny Rookie like yourself dream of beating me?"

"Good-Night Kick!" Jamamon hopped from his crane, using the DigiStar's top speed, and kicked his foot rapidly in mid-air as he advanced towards Musyamon.

"Ninja Blade!" Musyamon jumped high in the air, dodging Jamamon's attack, and pointed his sword directly downwards at Jamamon. He charged down, aiming to stab his sword right through the top of Jamamon's head.

"Jamamon, dodge it!" Celia shouted up desperately. He glanced down at Celia and nodded encouragingly. He did an amazing backflip through the air, and avoided getting hit. But Musyamon had landed on the crane, and also jumped in the direction Jamamon had.

"Shogun Sword!" Musyamon caught up and sliced his sword in the air, hitting Jamamon head-on this time around. Jamamon tried to land on the crane behind him, but the attack stopped him in mid-air, and he fell twenty-five feet through the air. He landed roughly on the gravel below him, his eyes wide open with fear.

"Hmmph," Musyamon hummed, looking at Celia and Sarah now. Amazingly, he was standing gracefully on top of the crane, not harmed in the slightest. "You know, if you just hand over your two Stars, I will let you go."

"Celia..." Sarah looked at Celia from the corner of her eye with a questionable expression, but Celia shook her head.

"No, of course not! You kidnapped my mother and all of those people! Fighting you is the only way to get those Digimon out of our city, and to get those people back!"

"You must be a very energetic person," Musyamon said curiously. "But energy won't save you from the Diabolists. Some of them have the power to tear souls to pieces, and they all want the Stars to be destroyed. Do you really want to cross powers like those?"

"No, of course not," Celia sighed, squinting as the sun began to rise slowly above the buildings. "But it's not about wanting something, it's about what you have to do! It's not like you would know as much about dedication as we do. We may have lost a soccer game, but we aren't giving up! And we aren't giving up now."

The sun finally made it to the right angle, and its rays instantly lit up the entire city. Celia could feel the warmth on her face, and she couldn't help but to smile.

"So be it." Musyamon lifted his sword and aimed it at Celia's heart. But his gaze turned away from that, for the Digivice in her hand now had a bright aura around it, and it was getting brighter and brighter all the time. Celia could fell that her Digivice was hotter than flames, but it didn't affect her. Almost instinctively, she pointed it at the limp body of Jamamon, which lay broken on the ground.

Then, a miracle happened. The light around his arms and legs spread all across his body, and it darkened until his entire figure was a glowing white shape. It began to stir slowly, and Jamamon transformed.

"Jamamon, Digivolve to... -"

He now had a large steel helmet that covered his eyes, dark purple hair that spiked out from underneath the helmet to his shoulders, bandages wrapped tightly across his top torso, and a loose white toga that fell gracefully to his knees. Shiny steel plates sat on his chest and shoulders, and a long, skinny sword with a bone handle was set in place beside his waist by a leather strap. His footware were the only part of him that still resembled his previous form - they were bunny slippers.

"- ...Roamon!"

"Roamon?" Celia gasped, her eyes widened with shock. She was not expecting this turn in events. "Jamamon, you... Digivolved?"

Musyamon, on the other hand, took this really badly.

"WHAT!?" He roared, turning from Celia to Roamon, whose injuries were now healed from when he Digivolved. Musyamon furiously dived from the crane in which he stood, his sword brandished, but Roamon now had a sword of his own. He pulled it out softly and pointed it upwards at the oncoming Musyamon. Both of them were prepared for battle.

Eek, I didn't have as much time to edit this time around, so bare with me. It's almost Christmas time, so I might not be able to update much until past New Years. This may be the last one for the next few weeks, as Chapter Eleven is my last pre-typed Chapter. When I first started this, I had the first seven chapters finished, so I was ahead of the game, but now I'm all caught-up! Lot's more to come, though. A new villain will be introduced next chapter, and Sarah's partner will be arriving soon enough...