Chapter 13: Violent Violet
Izzy transformed just like T.K. had and when the transformation was done he stood brown boots and breeches, a white tunic with a purple blouse underneath, and he held a staff topped with a crescent moon with a crystal ball floating in the middle. A ring with a picture of his crest on it was on his finger and his eyes were a brilliant violet. "Digianalyzer," said Izzy in a slightly deeper and smoother voice. "Crimson Lightning." Izzy barely managed to block the attack and still keep hold of his staff when Myotismon tried Nightmare Claw again. He dove out of the way and looked back just in time to see an innocent tree get mutilated by the attack. That made him angry. "Light of Knowledge!" A purple stream of light shot from Izzy's hands to Myotismon who dodged it. Just as he was about to attack again Izzy pointed the top of his staff at him and said in an echoing voice, "Staff of the Elements." Lightning shot towards Myotismon and knocked him back into a boulder. "You haven't seen the last of me," said Myotismon and acted like he was hurt as he flew away. Izzy became himself and leaned against his staff to support his tired body, mildly surprised that it was still there. Interesting. I wonder if the digimon feel like that when they're about to digivolve. Such power. Maybe if we could channel it…. He stopped there too tired to go on thinking like that. His parents quietly gathered him up and drove him home. That was too easy Izzy was thinking his mind beginning to work again. Myotismon must have some sort of trick up his sleeve. Right about there he started feeling sick. The ride was bumpy and by the look of things it wasn't going to get any better soon. I wonder if they're in shock. Neither of them are in any condition to be driving. He groaned and held his head in his hands praying to whatever great being was out there that if they got home safely he wasn't going to complain about how fast his mom drove at any regular time. At least she seemed to know where she was going and what a red light means he thought, cringing as he heard the squeal of tires and horns that were practically being leaned on when they zoomed through a red light, not even noticing the 20 other cars coming their way. Part of an obscene phrase floated through the open window. "Now that was entirely uncalled for," muttered Izzy. Looking back he saw a truck that was loaded with gravel just a second ago stuck half in and half out of a ditch. "Or maybe not." He groaned again and closed his eyes, pretty sure that they were going to crash into something. Luck was with them. They reached his house with only a few mild scratches and some not-so-nice-words that broadened his vocabulary quite a bit. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he shouted praising whatever deity that had allowed him to live through that torturous ride and kissed the ground. He stood up and looked at his parents and thought about how best to explain.