Worm Protocol 4.2: Lesson 2: Don't Surprise Gankoomon
The blast of fire caught me instantly. Momentarily halting my advance in mid-air, and shrapnel bounced off my visor, and others caught on the fabric. I heard a crack behind me, and Hinukaymon reacted his fist latching out catching the next bundle of grenades and Oni Lee's arm.
I used the momentum from the blast to anchor myself on the roof. Across the street, I could see lights turning on which meant he needed to go down now.
I heard a pop and a rooftop away was Oni Lee. His arm was bent at the wrong angle, so that meant he wouldn't be using that arm for suicide bombings for a couple of months.
"Yare, Yare," I drawled. "What a shitty greeting from a fellow countryman. Then again…" I tilted my head. "You are a shitty excuse for japanese person."
He popped away to another building and then across four in quick succession and continued to run from me, though never so fast that it seemed like I'd actually lose him.
That is a trap, It is such an obvious trap...Fuck it, I need this.
"Okay then, let's play ball," I muttered before bounding off the roof into the air, only for the sound barrier break as I started moving towards him. He predictably popped away, but not before detonating more explosives which as I quickly proved were fucking nothing.
"So I'm just so agitated, I wasted thirty minutes tailing this van, and then when it finally stops, and I go to check it out the whole building explodes." I kept brushing past the rooftops of each building we passed, my digisoul flaring making a corona in the sky.
"What I'm saying is I need someone to beat like a drum and you are making yourself an excellent target."
He threw ten grenades at me for that, the fucker.
Hinukamuys roar must have echoed across the city judging by the rapid pulses of Digisoul that hit me. Which did jack shit, as we continued like that for ten more blocks, which is when I started feeling the second cape. Which meant the trap was about to be sprung, and then I could actually punch somebody in the face.
He went through the window of a warehouse, I like a proper Digimon, went through the door. I saw Oni Lee kneeling on the ground speaking with a tall asian man shirtless and wearing a mask. My eyes took in the famous Lung, I had explicit orders from Duftmon not to kill him, which was fine… He could die to the Abomination.
"If you don't mind, I need that little bastard for a couple minutes. I owe him a beating and don't intend on skipping out on my debt." I watched as his muscles started to bulge. Oni Lee popped towards me and this time I just punched him in the face, sending him through a wall. I didn't care if he died at that point.
"Ahh shit, I broke him" I sighed, seemingly ignoring the rapidly transforming man. "Care to sub in?"
"I'm goona kifl you," he growled at me.
"Bitch please, my comrade erases reality and becomes a dragon as well. So yeah, come on bring it, Yakitori." He sent a plume of fire towards me the heat searing the floor of the warehouse and washing over me. I waited for it to die down.
"Didn't even singe my c—"
He body checked me, or tried to, as a mass of silver scales hit me. I dug my feet through the floorboards. No, this shit was not happening...
"I fought Crawler for around two fucking hours, and still had more strength to give,'' I growled as he spewed flames into my face. In return, I my hand wrapped around his head, and I leapt through the roof.
He kept on growing, and his claws actually started to tear through the fabric, which considering the various mixture of claws, reality warping attacks, and food stains this bodysuit had survived was saying something.
When the city was just sparkles to us I let go, and just watched him fall. He would survive the fall, stop ramping up, and—
A blue blast of fire lit up the night sky, and I looked down "Oh, that's brilliant. He can fucking fly." The quickly approaching silver dragon was a full dragon now. Four leathery wings allowing him to quickly ascend to my level.
"So, what this tells me," I nodded my head, flying backwards as he rose to my level… and he was bigger than oh that's it! I was done. Space Aliens were bullshit unless they were me or other Digimon.
"Is that you fail even harder at being Japanese." Our country's dragons didn't even need wings to fly because they were minor gods. They didn't use fire, but water, being deities of rivers and seas. They only had three toes, because they were badass like that.
Of course, he just roared at me, because battle banter was not an art appreciated by mammals.
"Yeah that just about sums up my day," I growled into the air as Hinkamuy gave my reply, though I smirked, it was louder.
We clashed together, the air howling past my ears. Hinukamuy grabbed Lung's mouth, which opened in four different directions, and twisted. Cutting off the stream of fire, and any more of his pointless roaring.
I grabbed his approaching claw and pierced through it with my other hand. Hinukamuy freed up his arms, changing focus to the rest of Lung's of body parts. While he was still regenerating his arms, Hinukamuy and I split up. Hinukamuy bit into Lung's now long neck and tore it out in a shower of blood. Must have hit the Carotid or the Jugular.
I, for my part, had moved to behind the Brute and was tearing apart the wings. I stopped as any tears I made quickly reformed and Lung started twirling through the air snapping his jaws at me. Hinukamuy retaliated by grabbing Lung's head only for the jaws to snap out of Hinukaymon's grip.
"Okay, to be fair, you've brought this on yourself, and be fair about this." His jaws snapped near my ear. Hinukamuy grabbed the base of his wings, and my fist lit up with my Soul.
"This is going to hurt you so much more than it's going to hurt me." I had had it with this day, I had had it with everyone thinking that they could jerk me around. And I had had it with his backsass.
"Tekken Seisai"
The wrath of my soul would have outstripped the sun in daylight. Now, it was day again, after sunset. Hinukaymon's hands held all four of Lung's wings as Lungs body shot downwards. The air shrieking as he plummeted.
I kept a moderate pace above him, dodging the chunks of flesh that were flying off from the speed of his descent. He hit the Bay with an awful crack, soon swallowed by the plume of water.
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Jesmon P.O.V.
10 PM, Brockton Bay
I sighed internally, Master had made such a mess. They'd be cleaning up dragon chunks from the streets for weeks after this. But from what I had heard of his day… and really all the frustrations that he'd had up until this point… He needed to blow it off somewhere. At least he picked Lung, who was tough enough to take it, and could be seen as important for our "Image."
I noted my danger sense wasn't tingling more than usual, so Master should be fine. Then, I heard the sound of sirens. The Protectorate and PRT. Time to place peacemaker. I absently noted Miss Militia was the first one on the scene, which considering the Movers the Protectorate had, meant that she had been rather close when the fight had begun. Perhaps patrolling nearby?
"Jesmon," she greeted formally. I nodded in reply. "Is everything alright? I saw Lung transform fully."
"Everything is fine," I assured her. "Gankoomon just needed to blow off some steam after a very trying day."
"He blows off steam by picking a fight with Lung?" one of the PRT officers asked disbelievingly.
"I don't think he went looking for Lung," I replied. "But this is something we'll have to remember for the future. Gankoomon has been looking for a good sparring partner."
"This was a spar?" Miss Militia asked dangerously, most likely worried about the people who might have been hurt.
"Again, no, but so few people are able to fulfill the two criteria that Gankoomon has in sparring partners." I raised one finger in the air. "First: Survive." I raised a another finger. "Second: be able to fight back. Against most people, Gankoomon spends the entire fight holding back, and takes it out on his opponents by degrading them verbally. When he respects you, he fights almost silently. Crawler might have been able to survive, but not only could he not fight back, he was almost completely insane. Lung is at least on some level rational, and therefore, could in theory be reasoned with." I flashed them a dangerous smile, remembering some of the shit the Old Fart had put me through. "Besides, offer him the choice of becoming Gankoomon's Sparring Partner or the Birdcage and watch him run. I'm willing to bet he'd beat Legend in a race."
"Christ, you're all insane, aren't you?" Dauntless muttered behind me to Armsmaster the whole PRT squad was here alarmed by well Master being Master, which was a perfectly logical reaction for people who couldn't escape his wrath.
"Ulforce says, we're not supposed to talk to psychologists," I replied seriously, causing the man to choke and the other heroes to look at me.
"Well that is wonderful," Battery muttered only to put her hands in her face when I fully turned around and nodded at her.
"You're completely right, Puppy, it is!" Assault said speaking loudly as possible. "By the By what does the "Jes" in Jesmon stand for?"
"Jesus," I replied tilting my draconic head curiously. Hopefully that would clue them into the fact that I was confused about the question. That was what Taylor told me to do if I didn't want to ask a stupid question.
"Unfortunately," Master's voice cut through night sky. Everyone turned to see him hovering over the water; Lung, now human again, slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "The Brat won't be dying for our sins anytime soon."
"Wait, does that mean you're the Mister Miyagi in this situation Gankoomon?" Velocity asked joining in on the conversation. Nobody would explain to me how it could change gears like this. Humans, so confusing.
"That's right! First lesson I taught him: Wax On, Wax Off." That was a lie an awful horrible lie that no one would ever believe.
"Hey, did someone sweep his leg? Because that seems to be the problem." Velocity said ignoring the truly awful subtext that I was sure Master had put in there.
"You left me in a warzone where everybody wanted to kill me!" I shouted in outrage.
"You did what?" Mrs. Militia shouted at him. Finally somebody could sympathize.
"Hardly. Didn't I pay for your transport across the border into Cairo?"
"Four fucking weeks," I ground out. "You left me in the desert for four goddamn weeks! And don't feed me that bull about "Lessons"!"
"When I am taking a nap, don't wake me up," he retorted causing some of the PRT officers to choke.
"Should we be concerned about pressing charges?" Miss Militia asked.
"No," I replied, looking at Miss Militia fully. "I'm able to save people because of his training, as awful as it was. Just don't expect me to start handing him "Teacher of the Year" Awards."
"So that's why you can't see a psychologist," Dauntless muttered causing Master to snort at him.
"We could fill entire journals, with half the crap in our heads. Assuming, of course, we didn't drive the shrink insane first. The world is not ready for our minds." Then he turned to me. "However, Brat, I am seeing a distinct lack of Nazis knocked out, which leads me to believe you are incompetent."
"Not to worry, Bro." A voice called out causing Master's face to pale.
"No," he pleaded.
"Yes," I smirked back.
"How did I not even sense him?"
"Not to worry, Bro." Ulforce said descending to our little gathering while chortling to himself. "These two chicks did nazi me coming either!" He gestured to the two unconscious capes. Frenja and Menja.
"Yggdrasil Dammit, Ulforce." Master and I shouted at him.
End 4.2: Lesson 2: Don't Surprise Gankoomon
AN: So we're going back to singular P.O.V. Just Jesmon and Gankoomon. They are a tag-team, but yeah, this is gonna be about Gankoomon. Ulforce is a surprise guest, who got bored. Don't worry, he'll wander off and go bug Duftmon… or something. Either way, how was the window dressing in this chapter?