Before I begin, I'd just like to clarify a couple points for Yami Vizzini and anyone else that might be wondering. First, regarding the first five DigiDestined, those I didn't name were not named for very good reasons. Second, and more importantly, I fully intend to finish Digimon: Legends, but that will be all. I know for a fact that it will be impossible for me to keep going any further past that, but once the next fic is finished, I intend to provide a detailed synopsis of what would have happened in the remaining story. Now that that's out of the way, I offer you this ground-breaking chapter. Enjoy.
WarriorSetomon looked forward to the distant horizon and the dark citadel thereon. He couldn't move, but not for lack of trying. He was chained back, weighed down, his whole body anchored. But he pushed forward, straining against all that held him back. His muscles swelled and screamed, his bones creaked and his skin stretched. The chains held fast, but not fast enough. He took a step. Again he pushed himself forward, grunting and groaning against the weight of his world. His whole body cried out and he took another step. Though the chains grew tighter around him, each step came faster and more forcefully. He would not stop; he could not stop. Not now, here at the end of all things. All that was left was to go forward. And so he did, step by step, each coming faster, stronger, harder, until he was running, dashing, crashing his way to the bleak horizon. The obstacles before him stood strong, and the chains at his back drew taut. Then, at the final moment when things seemed most unbreakable, the chains holding him snapped, the obstacles collapsed, and the whole world was torn away.
WarriorSetomon's sword fell swift and hard, eviscerating anything that tried to stand in his way. He gutted, slashed, and gouged those that tried to fill the hole left by Bahadramon's magnificent attack. With one hand he cleaved a Meramon in two while with the other he tore the limb from a Kuwagamon. He kicked the maimed Kuwagamon from his path and charged forward, using the severed arm as a club to clear a pair of Setmon out of his way. The ceaseless sun shone in his hand with every flash of his blade. A trail of spattered blood and dead digimon lay in his path, but he had to keep moving, for as fast as he could cut them down before him his enemies would regroup at his heels. One, two, three more fell to his savage speed. A jump and a step off BigMamemon, grabbing a Giromon right from the air and throwing it to the ground, landing atop a Roachmon, crushing it, and dashing on ahead… it was all one fluid motion. There were no thoughts, just raw, practiced skill and remorseless determination.
Elsewhere a mass of the Destroyer's minions had piled together to take down one of the newest additions to the battlefield, and they looked to be doing well, until with a fearsome roar he forced his wings wide open and sent his attackers hurtling in all directions. Bahadramon's eyes glowed with an unearthly cool green as he began to grab his assailants in his claws, gnash at them with his monstrous fangs and crush them with his burly tail. The Airdramon circling overhead saw their chance and fired a full volley of fireballs at him. Bahadramon spun around to face the attack, sweeping away the digimon around him in the process. He quickly folded his wings before himself again, and just when the volley was at its closest he spread them again with such force that the tremor could be felt across the battlefield. The ground all around him sunk several inches and the fireballs went spiraling skyward again to scorch the very creatures that had issued them forth.
In the heart of the action, the flurry of blades and blood that was GuardiAngemon did his best to stem the latest wave, but there was only so much that he could do. MagnaAngemon and Angewomon hovered above, the former locked in battle with an axe-wielding cybernetic Mega digimon known as Boltmon while the latter did her best to keep both MagnaAngemon and GuardiAngemon supported at the same time.
"Down!" Angewomon shouted.
MagnaAngemon ducked and she got a clean shot at Boltmon's eyes. The monstrosity fell back, stunned, leaving MagnaAngemon to get in a good solid hit with his own blade. It wasn't nearly enough though and Boltmon retaliated by bashing MagnaAngemon with the broadside of his titanic axe. With MagnaAngemon stunned he turned on Angewomon, backhanding her into the throng below. GuardiAngemon saw her fall and quickly began cutting his way toward her.
"Down, down, down!" Exveemon shouted as he himself headed up.
As Stingmon dropped and Exveemon ascended the Web Wrecker attack Diaboromon had just fired passed right between them. Exveemon returned fire but his meager attack simply bounced off Diaboromon's nearly impenetrable carapace. Stingmon tried to fly in low but came to a stop just in time to avoid a Web Wrecker to the face. Exveemon flew in fast to deliver a kick that would distract the beast, but Diaboromon bounced backward and Exveemon hit nothing but dirt and Diaboromon fired again. Though not hit directly, both Exveemon and Stingmon were blown back by the explosion. They quickly took to the air again to put some distance between themselves and their assailant, but Diaboromon was not about to allow that. As soon as he touched down he launched himself forward again and quickly overtook the two Champions. With deadly precision he unleashed his Cable Crusher attack and slammed the pair to the ground below, crushing them beneath his powerful hands.
Omnimon remained locked in close-combat with the treacherous Beelzemon. Beelzemon's attacks did little damage to the Sovereign, but they came so fast that Omnimon didn't have time to make a move. Even when he did manage a counterattack, Beelzemon's relatively small size and the close proximity made any kind of effective hit nearly impossible to pull off. Even worse, Omnimon was surrounded by evil digimon on all sides, so he had to continuously fend off their attacks as well as Beelzemon's. Thus far it was a dead heat, but the scales were ready to tip.
"Hyaaaaaa!" WarriorSetomon shrieked as he scaled the stronghold's steps in a single bound. Doused in blood and in a rage he dispatched the two Devidramon standing guard at the entrance with a few quick slashes. The fighting had been vicious every step of the way, but thanks to Bahadramon the path was just clear enough for this one shot to get inside. He had to move quickly, for the host of bloodthirsty digimon behind him were closing in fast. With another yell he pounded at the great oval gates with his fists. Again and again he hammered them, breaking off chunks with every blow. Finally with one great strike one of the doors gave way and broke from its hinges. WarriorSetomon shoved that door in and pulled the other back, leaving bare the entrance to the Hall of the Void Soul.
It was dark, almost completely black inside. Despite the blazing sunlight pouring through the gaping entrance, the darkness overpowered it, almost seeming to extend out into the world. WarriorSetomon felt the eyes of his adversaries at his back, but they were not advancing. They stood a couple yards behind him, not one of them willing to draw any nearer to their master's sanctum. WarriorSetomon was relieved not to have to deal with them, but he suspected that what waited within would be much, much worse.
He took a deep breath and fell into the black sea. A chill seized his heart once he set foot inside. This was the darkness from his worst nightmare, the freezing, devouring darkness that he imagined could never really exist. This was the darkness Bahadramon had warned him of, unnatural and absolute, the product of the Destroyer's presence. Through the morass he was able to make out a great pit below him with a narrow stone bridge leading across it.
"No sense in being afraid now…" he reassured himself.
He stepped boldly onto the bridge as he wiped his bloody blade on his pants. A sulfurous smell hung in the air, nearly gagging him. There was a presence very close, as close as the putrid air that engulfed him, but his eyes told him nothing and the beast made no sounds. The smell of ash was too strong and the cold was too great to give him any clues. He had no choice but to continue across the path in front of him. He moved at a slow pace, his padded feet and curved claws announcing his presence; the echoes from each step gave him a vague idea of the room's size and shape, apparently a very large sphere.
Soon he was just barely able to make out the other side of the chamber and the door that would lead him even deeper in. But just at that moment when he was about to feel relief, he felt something else. His fur stood on end in response to a sudden rush of air and he instinctively jumped back as far as he could while still staying on the bridge. No sooner had he jumped than the stone he had stood on exploded toward the roof. A massive creature had ascended from the depths and crashed through the path. Now it looked down at WarriorSetomon with its terrible, blazing red eyes.
The monster was big, very big. He felt it make its move again so he jumped back even further just as another section of the bridge disappeared before him. Then the beast lunged again, but shifted his weight from the other side this time.
"At least two arms…" WarriorSetomon noted.
Something else moved, this time below. He felt something grab onto the bridge behind him and tug. The section beneath him fell away and he dove to safety, grabbing onto the surviving ledge by the skin of his teeth.
"And a tail." He added as he pulled himself up.
The beast's ruby eyes glared down at him angrily just before it let out a tremendous roar that shook the foundations of the stronghold. Bricks fell from the ceiling and the already weakened bridge trembled beneath WarriorSetomon's feet. Its screech brought the lone warrior to his knees.
Elsewhere in those dark halls, the Destroyer rested easily upon the seat of victory. He saw in his stygian eyes the battles passing all around him. War spread across the entire world like a plague ushered forth at his word. His armies under the command of his Demon Corps ravaged lands in all directions, most spectacularly of all at his front door where the Sovereign and his pitiful allies would soon fall. Even in his own sanctum a battle was beginning, but only because he allowed it. The little digimon had amused him for a time, and this scene would be the Destroyer's last joy before embarking upon godhood.
"Brother bred, brother born,
Ally, companion, betrayer.
Sinful beast, rise on wings
Of havoc, living scorn.
Deny your life,
Embrace your blood.
Your brother's fate
On the edge of a knife.
Show him now your bestial rage,
Show him your new form.
Show me that you've come of age
Show us all the coming storm."
WarriorSetomon could barely feel his way around in the darkness. The creature before him was so dominating that it was hard to concentrate. He was fortunate that his attacker seemed in no great rush to finish him off. Still, he wasn't going to wait for it to make its move, so he attacked first.
"Flint Edge!" he shouted as he scraped the tip of his sword along the stone bridge.
A spark ignited on the tip of his blade and quickly spread into a flame running the length of the weapon. Though the fire did give off a little light it was nearly engulfed by the oppressive darkness. Only the faintest impression of the beast made its way to WarriorSetomon's eyes, but that was enough for him to dash forward and aim for the center of its chest. When he thrust his sword toward it though the blade merely bounced off harmlessly, its flame extinguished by the blow. He grabbed onto the beast and hacked at it again and again, but his burning blade didn't even chip the monster's thick armor.
The beast looked down from above him, hot viscous drool falling from its gaping maw. With a flick of its tail it knocked WarriorSetomon away. He fell into the seemingly endless oblivion around him, but he soon found himself flying directly into a wall. The impact hurt, mostly because he wasn't ready for it, but it did give him something to dig his claws into while he thought.
"Okay, new plan," he grumbled to himself. "Can't fight it hand-to-hand, can't break through that armor, can't overpower it…"
He heard a low growl coming from the center of the room. Then a faint red glow appeared before him. At first it was very dim, but as it grew brighter he saw a shape to it. It was a red, glowing hazard symbol. The glow pierced the darkness as no other light had done, illuminating the bridge and parts of the monster, but not reaching as far as the walls, to which WarriorSetomon clung. He finally caught sight of the beast, and he immediately wished he hadn't.
The glowing hazard symbol rested on the red plate armor that guarded its chest. Below it had no legs, but rather a long, serpentine tail. Beside its chest were a pair of heavily-armored limbs with deadly claws and long blades sprouting from the armor on the forearms. Spread out wide behind it were a pair of massive orange wings that must have stretched up to the ceiling. Its mouth hung open to reveal rows of the biggest, sharpest, hungriest teeth that WarriorSetomon had ever laid eyes on, as well as a swollen, salivating, blood-red tongue. It's relatively small eyes seemed to gaze through the din into WarriorSetomon's very soul, hunting him as a cougar eyes its prey just before the kill. They were remorseless eyes, guiltless eyes, eyes that betrayed no agenda greater than slaying him right then and there.
"One way or another, I'm coming through!" WarriorSetomon shouted.
The great dragon focused its gaze in one him and reared up even taller than before. A low growl passed between its ravenous teeth and its savage claws grasped expectantly at nothing.
"I'm here for the Destroyer! That means you either step aside or I go right through you! Your choice!"
The digimon let out an agitated roar that sent chills down WarriorSetomon's spine. But that didn't mean he was about to stop.
"Fine then!"
WarriorSetomon leaned forward and pushed his feet against the wall behind him. With a mighty jump he threw himself back toward the great beast, his blade ready to swing. As he flew he felt the beast's tail move, and he instinctively shoved his free hand straight downward. It saved him from a devastating blow from the fearsome appendage, but the rebound knocked him off his intended course. Where he landed, partly with the dragon's help, was in the mouth of the titanic demon. With less than a second to orient himself before it surely would have chomped down on him he shoved his blade up into the soft flesh behind one of the monster's massive canines and wrapped his free arm around one of the other teeth. With his feet he kicked and clawed away the ravenous, forked tongue. The putrid heat and rank odor spewed up from the belly of the beast was enough to bring tears to one's eyes, and the gagging mucous that coated everything around him burned to the touch, eager for his flesh.
The beast tried to bite down, but WarriorSetomon fought back with all his might, pushing the lower jaw away with his feet and keeping his back to the upper jaw even as he shoved his blade further and further up into the soft flesh by the tooth. Yet for all WarriorSetomon's struggling, his captor's jaws were far too strong to hold at bay, the tongue's grip far too tight to escape. His cage grew tighter and tighter, ready to crush him to death with but one final burst of effort. But as it had done on so many other occasions, fate smiled upon WarriorSetomon. His blade, digging further and further up into the dragon demon's jaw, finally struck a lucky target, probably a sensitive nerve ending. In an instant WarriorSetomon was back in the open air, flying, falling, down into the black maw below. He flailed wildly, and in doing so caught the edge of the bridge with his outstretched claw. He caught it, held tight, and swung into its solid frame with an agonizing gasp of relief.
Still covered in burning, frothy saliva and smelling of rotten death, he coughed in the gasps of air that he thought he would never get the chance to take. His gaze drifted back up to his adversary once his eyes opened again to see the creature in a fit of its own, reeling from the agony inflicted by its would-be meal. It hacked out flurries of spit mixed with blood and shook its whole body side-to-side, up and down. WarriorSetomon looked down at his right arm, hanging at his side with his sword still firmly clutched. The entire weapon and most of his arm was drenched in dark crimson blood. With a savage grunt he proceeded to drag himself back up onto the ledge to once again stare his opponent down. Once back atop the crumbling bridge he took a moment to kneel and catch his breath, not turning away from the great dragon for a second.
"Not so invincible now, are you?" he quipped between deep breaths.
The beast's eyes refocused on him and a vicious sneer appeared on its lips.
"I already told you I'm not backing down," said WarriorSetomon.
The dragon digimon slithered forward a bit, blood draining down the side of its mouth now. Apparently it was learning not to take its meal too lightly.
"I've been training to fight your master," WarriorSetomon said with a cocky smirk and renewed confidence. "If I can stand up to him, just imagine what I can do against you."
The dragon was not impressed. A low, reptilian growl escaped its lips as it leaned in close. WarriorSetomon stood to face his opponent, his fear long since having left him.
"Step aside or I'll come at you again, and this time I'll do much worse."
The dragon reared up to its full height again, its long serpentine body like a trunk supporting the great branches of its wings and arms. The pale glow grew stronger again, an angry, hate-filled light. Then it lunged forward with its great claws outstretched, plunging them into the bridge on which WarriorSetomon stood. Just before the stone gave out beneath him, WarriorSetomon jumped forward, using the dragon's arms like a springboard to propel himself forward even faster. He struck the dragon in the jaw with his whole body, throwing all his weight and strength into the hit. The raw force of the attack was actually enough to knock the beast back. While the behemoth was stunned WarriorSetomon raised his sword up over his head like a dagger and with a mighty yell he plunged it downward with all his might into the supple throat meat below. At first his blade stuck in the skin, but as he forced more and more weight onto the blade it finally broke through and punctured the artery he was aiming for.
As blood gushed out onto WarriorSetomon the dragon's claw shot up to its throat and tore the tiny creature away. Now held tight in the demon's fist, WarriorSetomon slashed viciously at the digits he could reach as he felt them rapidly tightening around his chest. With only seconds to spare before his body was crushed by the burly grip of his colossal opponent, WarriorSetomon again opted to strike for the nearest weak spot. He deftly shoved his sword into the spot where flesh met claw on the nearest finger, driving a wedge between the two and freeing himself once again when the dragon tossed him aside in pain.
WarriorSetomon hit the wall on his feet, but quickly ricocheted to avoid a devastating punch from the dragon's unwounded hand. He landed again on the disintegrating stone bridge, and though the beast's hands were far away he'd forgotten about the tail. The deadly appendage slammed up through the bridge beneath him a moment later, tossing him sky-high in the process. As he fell upwards it lashed at him again, this time coming down hard on him. He was sent plowing through the remains of the bridge, finally destroying it to the last and getting him some pretty nasty bruises in doing so. As rubble continued to rain down around him he managed to open an eye. There was the dragon again, leering over him like a judge, draped in black shadows and red glare. It looked like it was finished toying with him. It was then that he heard it issue its first words to him.
"Megido…Flame!"
The creature began to shake and an unearthly glow surrounded it. Its eyes shone with a deadly fire and its glowing insignia burned brighter than ever. Then there was a flash of light, a light devoid of all warmth and illumination, a light made only to bring pain and destruction, a light so terrible it burned the eyes just to see it. There was no noise then, only silence and the horrid light. Although the burst could have lasted no more than a moment the sensation of it lasted a small eternity. His flesh and fur seemed to burn away and become one with the void. No gravity, no directionality, no thought or memory. There was only the sensation of the moment, so powerful that the feeling of pain and sight of light became merged into a single, overpowering experience that left him ignorant to everything else.
Just as it had come upon him, the light rushed out and away, and he was left in complete darkness. There were no sensations at all then, but the peace of the moment could not last. Too soon, WarriorSetomon's body returned to him as he took in the foul air. The whole world returned to him. Though the light was worse by far, it was not so agonizing as the pain he found himself in then. His flesh and fur were raw and badly scorched. His limbs were lifeless beside him. His vision was weak and his nose was overwhelmed by the scent of seared tissue. Smoke rose from every corner of the room and a cloud of ash hung in the air, slowly settling onto him, the dragon and the walls. The now blackened stone walls of the chamber seemed to be crumbling. Great bricks dropped from the ceiling to the floor, many of them already broken by the intense heat of the attack the dragon had unleashed. The stone nearest WarriorSetomon glowed red hot and some of it was molten.
The dark dragon grinned its vile grin, immensely proud of itself. It towered over WarriorSetomon as terrible and unbreakable as ever. The only hint of displeasure in its eyes told of its displeasure at seeing its prey still alive. But it would soon rectify that. Once this meal was behind it, the beast would spread its wings and go forth to many more feasts. It would devour everything, leaving the world a scorched shell, an ashen wasteland. Its life began now.
"Fire, huh?" WarriorSetomon asked with a hacking cough.
The beast paused, staring down at him more intensely than before.
"You're hack pretty good. Pretty cough good…"
The monster bore its teeth again. WarriorSetomon began to sit up from where he had been plastered to the wall.
"You might have killed me just now…" WarriorSetomon said with returning strength. "You might have killed me if I were less evolved." He pulled his sword hand off from the wall. "You might have killed me if I hadn't been training." He freed his feet from the burnt cinders that held them. "You might have killed me if I wasn't made for fire." He opened his eyes defiantly and stared up at the dragon. "But you did not kill me."
The dragon lunged at WarriorSetomon with claws and teeth hungry for victory. WarriorSetomon jumped up and over the monster's head and it crashed into the wall full-steam, demolishing the blackened stone in his way. WarriorSetomon landed on the back of the dragon's skull and immediately set to work. He grabbed on tight with his left hand and with his right he jammed his sword again and again into the chinks in the armor plating at his feet. The beast shook violently beneath him, but WarriorSetomon's grip was strong and he stabbed again and again. He continued to stab even as he dove from side to side to avoid the massive, ungainly claws as they swiped at him. Then the dragon thrust itself straight up to the ceiling. WarriorSetomon had only an instant to roll away before the spot he was grabbing onto was thrust up through yards of solid stone. His reflexes proved their worth and he fell clear as the monstrous creature rammed its head up into the stone ceiling, sending crushed boulders raining down on all sides. WarriorSetomon had managed to grab a flap of thick hide on the beat's neck, but a falling chunk of stone crashed into him and he started to fall again. He tried to grab hold a second time, but his claws and sword only scraped along the impenetrable surface of the skin. He had nearly fallen to the tail when his hand touched and grabbed one of the sharp spikes jutting from the monster's spine. He instantly braced himself against it and stopped his fall. The remaining blocks of stone falling around him managed to miss him somehow, leaving him back in control.
WarriorSetomon began to climb up the dragon's back, precisely along the area where it could not reach. Its wings, arms and tail lashed at him from all sides, but he stayed strong and kept to his path. He had to move swiftly before the beast decided to throw its back against a wall. His claws felt their way up the sheer cliff of the monstrosity, holding on to even the slightest of cracks in the skin and using its spikes to full advantage. In only a few seconds he was there, the arch in the dead-center of the dark dragon's back. He held on tight with three of his appendages and with the fourth, his right hand, he wielded his blade. He made three quick, powerful slashes at the same point to weaken the skin just enough. The dragon shrieked and squirmed, overcome by its fury, but it would not stop him now.
"Flint Edge!"
WarriorSetomon shouted above the din, striking his blade ablaze again on the dragon's rough skin. He held his weapon back as far as he could. After only the slightest of pauses he struck, thrusting his burning blade into the spot he had just slashed, the spot at the height of the dragon's back. The creature let out a cry louder and more terrible than any that preceded it. Its limbs flailed uncontrollably in its last-ditch effort to drive WarriorSetomon away. But it was too late. In agony it fell limp and collapsed to the charred stone floor with a heavy groan. The cloud of ash sent up by the beast's fall was blinding, and the noise and power of it was enough to stun WarriorSetomon.
When the air and WarriorSetomon's eyes cleared, he found himself lying beside his sword, buried up to its hilt in the dragon's back. The beast below him still struggled for freedom, still grunted and moaned and clawed weakly with its enfeebled claws. But it could barely move now. Its threat had vanished, and WarriorSetomon could breathe a sigh of relief.
WarriorSetomon needed a moment to catch his breath. This was only the first challenge, and there would be a much greater one waiting for him at the heart of this stronghold. He stood and began to walk lazily toward the beat's head. He could see its eye, gazing up at him from where its head lay, staring at him, hating him, hungering for its freedom.
"You should have let me pass," he told the creature. "A friend of mine once took on three beasts stronger than himself all alone. I won't be stopped by one."
The dragon's writhing subsided as it lost its will to struggle uselessly, and instead focused its energy on hating WarriorSetomon.
"I know, what should you care. You probably don't even understand. You might be the strongest guy I've faced so far, but you're not the smartest."
That dark eye continued to stare at him, utterly focused without another thought in the world, still trying to get to him.
"It's all right, you don't have to be the smartest guy in the world. I'm not. My friend sure wasn't. I mean, taking on three at once…"
WarriorSetomon sat down with a sigh.
"He should have been here for this."
The dragon opened and closed its mouth as though it thought it just might be able to reach him with it.
"Guilmon."
The dragon stopped moving.
"I don't like killing, least of all those that don't deserve it."
The eye's expression changed.
"You don't know any better. The Destroyer is using you, but I don't think you're smart enough to be evil. Funny, don't you think? Me calling someone not smart enough. SamuSetomon would get a laugh out of that, I guarantee it."
"You're right, I would."
WarriorSetomon looked up to the broken doorway. There stood SamuSetomon, cocky as ever.
"Looks like you've been cleaning house," she said in that usual tone of hers.
"Nice of you to stop by. A bit late, don't you think?"
"Hey, if you don't need me around I can just be on my way."
"Look, just what the hell are you doing here anyway?"
"The same thing it seems I'm always doing: watching out for your sorry butt."
"I could've used you a couple minutes ago!"
"Just be glad I got here at all. Do you know what traffic is like out there today?"
WarriorSetomon smiled. "Glad you could make it."
"Who's your new buddy down there?"
"Someone that wouldn't mind having you over for dinner. Why don't you come down and meet him? Maybe you could brush his teeth or something."
"I think I'll pass."
The dragon shook, almost in a panic, but it could still barely move. Its glowing light had faded to almost nothing now.
"I don't believe it…" SamuSetomon said as she peered down into the darkness. "It's Megidramon."
"Megidramon?"
"The dragon of Destruction. No wonder the Destroyer would want to keep one as a pet, right? We should kill it now while we can."
"Seems pretty harmless to me when he's not moving around so much."
Magidramon shook again, but more forcefully. It began to groan out strange sounds and tried to lift its wings.
"That thing will be the death of all of us if it lives. Kill it now or I will."
"It's not like it knows what it's doing! It's no smarter than your average fish!"
"Have you ever seen a fish raze an entire city in an instant? Flash-fry a forest? Turn mountains into craters? Kill it now!"
"Guil…mon…" Megidramon groaned.
The two of them both stopped and looked down.
"What did you say?" asked WarriorSetomon.
"Guilmon…" Megidramon groaned again. Something had changed in its eye. It was softer now, its red glow nearly gone, replaced by a familiar yellow.
"Kill it, pup. Kill it or I will."
"Can't you hear it? What it's saying?"
"Jen, Jen, Jen, Jeno."
"It's trying to trick you!"
WarriorSetomon's gaze met with Megidramon's, and in a moment there was a primal recognition between them. They recognized a bond they had both felt long-since broken.
"Guilmon…" WarriorSetomon said in a sweet, sad, nostalgic tone.
"Jenomon…" Magidramon muttered.
"Pup! Now!"
"Shut up! It's—"
"Then I will!"
SamuSetomon drew her katana and leapt into empty space. She grabbed the hilt with both hands, perfectly controlled and confident. She fell flawlessly, more of a dive really, and WarriorSetomon could only watch. In a second she had landed hard on Megidramon's head. She held her blade up to the air in her left hand and then spun it around, underhanded before thrusting it down hard. Its razor-sharp edge was perfectly precise; death was instantaneous.
Megidramon's gaze broke from WarriorSetomon's as his eye rolled back in his head. His data drained away and his body began to cave in to nothing. As they were lowered to the floor, WarriorSetomon could only stare in disbelief at SamuSetomon's cold, unfeeling eyes. Their silence was only broken by the metallic clank of WarriorSetomon's blade as it hit the floor, released from its prison in Megidramon's body.