Chapter 16
She was still here. Renamon was still here. Oh how I loathed her. With in her return she was considered a heroine. I... I Dantagonmon; was still only a warrior that had never ventured there. I worked hard for what I got, and I didn't become a traitor. Yet I couldn't complain now. Lokimon was again at our walls.
Lokimon, someone I also loathed. Only in other ways. He had been a great warrior of this realm. Only he and his followers disagreed with the idea of learning about humans. After the Tamer incident he and many others left. They have been trying to destroy us for eight long years. Us and the humans. And he wasn't just trying to destroy the Sovereign and us Sovereignties, no; he would kill the Dieco too. He'd then take the Data from the Sovereign and create his own race of Digimon.
You see, this Data holds the key to creating Digimon. The Sovereign are creators. The Four were born with the power to create Digimon. But before we were created they created the Devas. Then they created us. We had the chose our paths after that; to become a Diecotra (a commoner), a Sovereignty (a warrior), or a Krupkera (a scholar). A Krupkera is sometimes more honored then a Sovereignty; only because they hold the know- age of the world.
Renamon led us to the armory. I need a new sword and was told to get chain mail armor instead of the usual orange plates. I would also wear a cape so the two sides would know my stance with them. All the humans I was with were to get swords for protection. If they were to get past the walls, well I didn't want Joan to end up like Leomon.
"So why is it that even with your power you need foraged weapons?" Henry asked picking up an ax.
"Well some of us have weapons and some of us don't. The Sovereignties that have weapons may be because of our form, for use, or just for show. Mine's mostly for show, I can fight, err, well with a sword." I grunted, Renamon, good with a sword. It was something I doubted. "Yet some, like Dantagon here, are masters with a weapon that they were not created with."
I pulled on some chain mail pants and shirt. I looked around as the humans looked at the tools they could use. Joan studied some of the sabers. "Sue, let use these in our next fencing bout," they looked at each other.
"Fine with me, that is if you don't mind being cut into little pieces." They laughed and found sheathes for their weapons.
I picked up chain mail head piece that might just fit my head. After putting it on I looked for a helmet that would fit my head.
"Renamon, to you have any capes that, how shall I put it; a cape that I can enclose my self in." Renamon looked at Joan puzzled by what she said.
"She doesn't want a cape that flows!" I yelled at her. And then barely heard Renamon whisper a curse in the old tongue. I couldn't make it out, but I had a feeling it was a major insult. She then picked up a cape and handed it to Joan. I know it sounds strange that our old language is not changed the way Joan and the original Tamers language is. I won't bother explaining, because I can't.
"Thanks, and don't listen to him, he can be an idiot at times." Joan said to lighten the mood. I guess I could have said that last comment nicer, but I didn't. Renamon didn't laugh like the humans did; instead she picked up another cape.
"I know, but to me he's an idiot at all times." She said this calmly and in a monotone voice. Then she threw the cape she had in her hand at me. I caught it and gave an alarmed look. Then shook my head and put it on.
"Listen traitor, I don't care what you think I am right now! If we don't get out there then we won't be around to argue!" She winced when I called her traitor. Then pulled on her cape so it stayed on her left shoulder.
"Fine, if you're all ready, let's go."
We headed out to the battle field. The Tamers and Lisa stayed inside the walls. Yet they weren't safe from the archers that awaited them. They weren't safe from the ladder men that would let Lokimons' troops over the wall. They weren't safe from Lokimons' troop's period. Weather they be using a weapon or their own powers.
I followed Renamon to where Artismon stood. Her tiger like looks and fur of white snow was covered by her orange armor and cape. She pulled her sword, I did the same. Renamon how ever clenched her fists and looked at us.
"Are you two ready," she asked, her sword point at the ground.
"Ready," we replied.
"Just like old times Dantagon." Renamon said and then headed off. I stood for a minute and watched them join the struggle.
"Just like old times... if only it was old times. If only." I made my way forward, "DIE COWARDS!" I yelled this at the top of my lungs, it wasn't much of a battle cry, but they heard me.
I gave, stopped, and counter attacked. They fell before me, and disappeared into a stream of data. Let the Sovereign deal with them. At one point I stopped and saw an archer aim up towards the gate. I felt the image flash through my mind. In my arrogance I stood there for a minute. An arrow soon penetrated my side.
"Aaaarrrrr," I groaned. I warrior in plate armor stood above me. His sword was raised high. He changed the positioning of his hands so the blade point would face down. I hoped the Sovereign would give me a second chance; I thought of Joan.
She was still here. Renamon was still here. Oh how I loathed her. With in her return she was considered a heroine. I... I Dantagonmon; was still only a warrior that had never ventured there. I worked hard for what I got, and I didn't become a traitor. Yet I couldn't complain now. Lokimon was again at our walls.
Lokimon, someone I also loathed. Only in other ways. He had been a great warrior of this realm. Only he and his followers disagreed with the idea of learning about humans. After the Tamer incident he and many others left. They have been trying to destroy us for eight long years. Us and the humans. And he wasn't just trying to destroy the Sovereign and us Sovereignties, no; he would kill the Dieco too. He'd then take the Data from the Sovereign and create his own race of Digimon.
You see, this Data holds the key to creating Digimon. The Sovereign are creators. The Four were born with the power to create Digimon. But before we were created they created the Devas. Then they created us. We had the chose our paths after that; to become a Diecotra (a commoner), a Sovereignty (a warrior), or a Krupkera (a scholar). A Krupkera is sometimes more honored then a Sovereignty; only because they hold the know- age of the world.
Renamon led us to the armory. I need a new sword and was told to get chain mail armor instead of the usual orange plates. I would also wear a cape so the two sides would know my stance with them. All the humans I was with were to get swords for protection. If they were to get past the walls, well I didn't want Joan to end up like Leomon.
"So why is it that even with your power you need foraged weapons?" Henry asked picking up an ax.
"Well some of us have weapons and some of us don't. The Sovereignties that have weapons may be because of our form, for use, or just for show. Mine's mostly for show, I can fight, err, well with a sword." I grunted, Renamon, good with a sword. It was something I doubted. "Yet some, like Dantagon here, are masters with a weapon that they were not created with."
I pulled on some chain mail pants and shirt. I looked around as the humans looked at the tools they could use. Joan studied some of the sabers. "Sue, let use these in our next fencing bout," they looked at each other.
"Fine with me, that is if you don't mind being cut into little pieces." They laughed and found sheathes for their weapons.
I picked up chain mail head piece that might just fit my head. After putting it on I looked for a helmet that would fit my head.
"Renamon, to you have any capes that, how shall I put it; a cape that I can enclose my self in." Renamon looked at Joan puzzled by what she said.
"She doesn't want a cape that flows!" I yelled at her. And then barely heard Renamon whisper a curse in the old tongue. I couldn't make it out, but I had a feeling it was a major insult. She then picked up a cape and handed it to Joan. I know it sounds strange that our old language is not changed the way Joan and the original Tamers language is. I won't bother explaining, because I can't.
"Thanks, and don't listen to him, he can be an idiot at times." Joan said to lighten the mood. I guess I could have said that last comment nicer, but I didn't. Renamon didn't laugh like the humans did; instead she picked up another cape.
"I know, but to me he's an idiot at all times." She said this calmly and in a monotone voice. Then she threw the cape she had in her hand at me. I caught it and gave an alarmed look. Then shook my head and put it on.
"Listen traitor, I don't care what you think I am right now! If we don't get out there then we won't be around to argue!" She winced when I called her traitor. Then pulled on her cape so it stayed on her left shoulder.
"Fine, if you're all ready, let's go."
We headed out to the battle field. The Tamers and Lisa stayed inside the walls. Yet they weren't safe from the archers that awaited them. They weren't safe from the ladder men that would let Lokimons' troops over the wall. They weren't safe from Lokimons' troop's period. Weather they be using a weapon or their own powers.
I followed Renamon to where Artismon stood. Her tiger like looks and fur of white snow was covered by her orange armor and cape. She pulled her sword, I did the same. Renamon how ever clenched her fists and looked at us.
"Are you two ready," she asked, her sword point at the ground.
"Ready," we replied.
"Just like old times Dantagon." Renamon said and then headed off. I stood for a minute and watched them join the struggle.
"Just like old times... if only it was old times. If only." I made my way forward, "DIE COWARDS!" I yelled this at the top of my lungs, it wasn't much of a battle cry, but they heard me.
I gave, stopped, and counter attacked. They fell before me, and disappeared into a stream of data. Let the Sovereign deal with them. At one point I stopped and saw an archer aim up towards the gate. I felt the image flash through my mind. In my arrogance I stood there for a minute. An arrow soon penetrated my side.
"Aaaarrrrr," I groaned. I warrior in plate armor stood above me. His sword was raised high. He changed the positioning of his hands so the blade point would face down. I hoped the Sovereign would give me a second chance; I thought of Joan.