Attacked

Not from the Author: By the way I'm editing this and previous chapters so it may be advisable to reread them. I'm trying to make the plot flow more quickly.

I opened one eye warily. The sky looked normal enough, it even had pink tints here and there. Yes, the sky was perfectly ok, the birds flying in it, now that was another story. They had long snakelike necks and huge ragged wings. What's more they had fangs smeared with a red substance (I don't need to go any further do I?). No, no doubt about it this place was not earth.

I sprang to my paws. Chikara and Acey were lying to left of me, both unconscious.

Suddenly I felt an ice-cold pain in my shoulder blade. Swaying slightly I tried to turn round only to meet another sting of cool fire in my left knee. I fell to the ground with pain shooting up my other leg. My mind was racing to remember everything Doragon had taught me about self-defence but my mind was blank.

Something moved in the corner of my eye. I rolled over just in time to avoid my attacker. It's silver claws rammed into the ground where I had been lying just seconds before. The Digimon had put so much force into that last blow that its claws were jammed fast in the ground. I'd avoided a deathblow for sure.

The creature was stuck, so I could see my opponent for the first time. It was the strangest creature I think I've ever seen. It had purple fur with a maroon tail, maroon chest and a maroon tuft of hair, spiked up on its head. It could have been a griffon, except it had no beak. But perhaps its strangest features were its wings, one was angelic and white, the other a devilish black. It had massive silver claws jutting out of its leather boots; they were stained with fresh blood, my blood.

The sight of my own blood made me angry, angrier than I ever had been before. I lunged foreward while the beast was still wriggling to free itself. I jammed my claws right into its back, causing it to howl, but I don't think the howl was one of pain. It was a mixture of pride and confusion. Like two voices were crying out at once.

Confused I let go, landing smartly on all four paws.

"Don't be so stupid and mess up next time." It was muttering. "I, I didn't mean to. Well you did so shut up and get back to fighting before it hurts you more. Do you think it could beat me? It found its way here; it could be capable of anything. I guess."

Was it just me or was the thing talking to itself?

With renewed strength the Digimon reared up on its hind legs shattering the earth around where it had been trapped. Crouching down it turned to face me, its eyes burning with red fire. I replied by tensing up and snarling.

"This just became serious little friend," it growled. "Rocket Gloves!" the Digimon's leather gloves flew off and like missiles shot towards me. I dived out of the way as the gloves exploded in the rock face behind me.

"Hey, if I'm your friend how come we're fighting?" I yelled. "Besides I'm not that small!"

The Digimon took no notice and repeated its attack. This time I dodged the main blast but was struck by a flying rock, squarely on my right shoulder. I collapsed in pain. I closed my eyes as I felt the Digimon's shadow fall over me. In any moment now it would all be over. I didn't want to die.