"Hey, look!" Tai pointed at the sky. "There he goes! That lion thing!"
"Ravemon," Agumon said.
"Right. We should go after him!"
"How?" Agumon asked. He gestured to the Digidestined around him, almost all still injured.
"I'll go!" Patamon said. "I owe him one, the flea-bitten feline!"
"Are you sure you're up to it, Patamon?" Tai asked, concerned.
"You bet! Let me go!"
T.K. nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Tai! Let Patamon and me take him down!"
"Okay. Go for it."
"Patamon, Digivolve to...ANGEMON!"
"Wait, Tai. Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sora asked.
"Of course. Angemon took him down last time." Tai turned back to Angemon, who was hovering in the center of the camp. "Go get `im, Angemon."
Without another word, Angemon took to the skies, headed strait for Ravemon.
* * *
"Are we there yet?" Jareth complained. The flight was turning out to be much longer than he had thought. Not that he didn't enjoy flying--quite the contrary. The wind rushing through his long hair, the view were breathtaking. He just wanted to get to the mountain and meet his new partners, that was all.
"Not yet," Ravemon replied. "But it's not much farth--"
"Hand of Fate!"
Ravemon almost didn't dodge in time. Indeed, the blast singed some of the fur from his right flank. He turned midair to face his foe.
"Surrender, Ravemon! Give up, or I'll be forced to--"
"Feather Edge!
Angemon easily dodged the spray of ebony feathers. "Very well," he said. Have it your way. Angel Rod!"
Angemon threw his golden staff at Ravemon, catching him square across the nose. Ravemon tumbled, spilling Jareth from his back as he did. The Dark Digidestined fell, cartwheeling through the air.
"Jareth!" Ravemon called. The winged lion stooped, but before he could dive after his partner, Angemon fetched him another sharp whack with his staff.
Jareth fell faster and faster, his eyes clenched shut. His thought spun faster than he did, and strangely enough, he wasn't scared in the least....this was just another sort of flying, that was all. Of course, it wouldn't last long...but it wouldn't hurt for long, either. And as for after he fell...well, what did he care? All his problems would be over. But...Piedmon. What about Piedmon? If he failed, the dark Master would probably take his anger out on poor Venomon. Worse yet, without him, what chance would Ravemon have against Angemon? No, he couldn't give up. He had to find some way out of this one, some way to help...but how?
The Crest around his neck began to glow.
* * *
Ravemon shook his head, trying to recover from the force of Angemon's blow. Jareth was falling, he had to save him...but that stubborn angel wouldn't give him the chance! What was with him? He was supposed to be one of the good guys, how could he just let someone fall to his death?
Suddenly, Ravemon began to feel strange, as though ants were crawling beneath his skin. His mane began to stand on end, and a strange, throbbing hum began to fill the air. Angemon, too, felt it; he backed off a bit, confused.
"Ravemon, Digivolve to..."
Ravemon's entire form changed. He reared back to stand on his hind legs, which became encased in emerald green armor. His two ebony wings split into no less than eight, all of which fanned out behind him, catching the wind. His muzzle squashed down to become a humanoid face, although something of the feline lingered about the shape of the nose and eyes. His torso, too, became covered in green armor, and a helmet appeared on his head, a mockery of Angemon's own headgear. Unlike Angemon, however, his face was visible, and his horn still protruded through a hole in the forehead. From the sky, a fork of lightning fired down at him. Raising his hand, he caught it deftly--and it changed form, becoming a curved, wicked-looking scythe.
"....DARKANGEMON!" He roared, swinging the scythe in a stunning array of dexterity.
Angemon was speechless. For all his shock, he recovered quickly, swinging his own staff in response.
Darkangemon dived, faster than the eye could see, before Angemon could react. Catching up to Jareth, he grabbed the helpless teenager and turned back upwards.
"You can open your eyes now," the demonic angel said gently.
Jareth did as he was told. "Ravemon?!" he asked incredulously, gazing up into his partner's very different face.
"That's Darkangemon."
"You've gone Ultimate?"
"Yep! Now, where shall I set you down?"
Jareth gazed around him--and his eyes fell on the very mountaintop that was their original destination.
"Ahh," Darkangemon said, following his gaze. He sped at the mountaintop, deposited Jareth, then flew into the sky again. "Angemon!" he bellowed.
Where any other Digimon would have fled, Angemon was still there, waiting. Darkangemon sped right at him, his head lowered as if to headbutt his foe.
Angemon let gravity work for him, dropping out of the line of fire. As he fell, he turned and struck at Darkangemon's exposed back. "Angel Rod!"
The golden staff flew at Darkangemon, but he was prepared. Turning back towards Angemon, he swung his scythe, which had begun to glow an electric blue. "Rune Edge!"
The staff was knocked aside, and let to fall. Angemon played his last card.
"Hand of Fate!"
Darkangemon was not to be outdone. He, too, drew back his hand and punched at the air. "Fist of the Heavens!"
The golden light of Angemon's Hand of Fate met Darkangemon's blueish-white energy beam....and was split down the middle by the force of the Fist of the Heavens. Darkangemon's attack struck Angemon head-on, knocking him from the sky. He fell, faster and faster, until he crashed into the forest below.
Darkangemon floated down to Jareth's side on the mountaintop, and moments later transformed back into the small, green creature that was Venomon.
"You okay, Venomon? That was awesome!"
"I'm..." Venomon fell foreward, and only a quick catch by Jareth stopped him from falling flat on his face.
"Tired? Yeah, I thought you might be."
Jareth laid Venomon gently down upon the ground, then sat down on a conveniently placed fallen log. His new ally should be arriving any time now.....
----Digimon Analyzer----
DarkAngemon
Ultimate
Virus
Dark Holy Digimon
Attack: Rune Edge, Fist of the Heavens
He's the sort of dark angel that nobody wants to mess with. He always means business.
"Ravemon," Agumon said.
"Right. We should go after him!"
"How?" Agumon asked. He gestured to the Digidestined around him, almost all still injured.
"I'll go!" Patamon said. "I owe him one, the flea-bitten feline!"
"Are you sure you're up to it, Patamon?" Tai asked, concerned.
"You bet! Let me go!"
T.K. nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Tai! Let Patamon and me take him down!"
"Okay. Go for it."
"Patamon, Digivolve to...ANGEMON!"
"Wait, Tai. Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sora asked.
"Of course. Angemon took him down last time." Tai turned back to Angemon, who was hovering in the center of the camp. "Go get `im, Angemon."
Without another word, Angemon took to the skies, headed strait for Ravemon.
* * *
"Are we there yet?" Jareth complained. The flight was turning out to be much longer than he had thought. Not that he didn't enjoy flying--quite the contrary. The wind rushing through his long hair, the view were breathtaking. He just wanted to get to the mountain and meet his new partners, that was all.
"Not yet," Ravemon replied. "But it's not much farth--"
"Hand of Fate!"
Ravemon almost didn't dodge in time. Indeed, the blast singed some of the fur from his right flank. He turned midair to face his foe.
"Surrender, Ravemon! Give up, or I'll be forced to--"
"Feather Edge!
Angemon easily dodged the spray of ebony feathers. "Very well," he said. Have it your way. Angel Rod!"
Angemon threw his golden staff at Ravemon, catching him square across the nose. Ravemon tumbled, spilling Jareth from his back as he did. The Dark Digidestined fell, cartwheeling through the air.
"Jareth!" Ravemon called. The winged lion stooped, but before he could dive after his partner, Angemon fetched him another sharp whack with his staff.
Jareth fell faster and faster, his eyes clenched shut. His thought spun faster than he did, and strangely enough, he wasn't scared in the least....this was just another sort of flying, that was all. Of course, it wouldn't last long...but it wouldn't hurt for long, either. And as for after he fell...well, what did he care? All his problems would be over. But...Piedmon. What about Piedmon? If he failed, the dark Master would probably take his anger out on poor Venomon. Worse yet, without him, what chance would Ravemon have against Angemon? No, he couldn't give up. He had to find some way out of this one, some way to help...but how?
The Crest around his neck began to glow.
* * *
Ravemon shook his head, trying to recover from the force of Angemon's blow. Jareth was falling, he had to save him...but that stubborn angel wouldn't give him the chance! What was with him? He was supposed to be one of the good guys, how could he just let someone fall to his death?
Suddenly, Ravemon began to feel strange, as though ants were crawling beneath his skin. His mane began to stand on end, and a strange, throbbing hum began to fill the air. Angemon, too, felt it; he backed off a bit, confused.
"Ravemon, Digivolve to..."
Ravemon's entire form changed. He reared back to stand on his hind legs, which became encased in emerald green armor. His two ebony wings split into no less than eight, all of which fanned out behind him, catching the wind. His muzzle squashed down to become a humanoid face, although something of the feline lingered about the shape of the nose and eyes. His torso, too, became covered in green armor, and a helmet appeared on his head, a mockery of Angemon's own headgear. Unlike Angemon, however, his face was visible, and his horn still protruded through a hole in the forehead. From the sky, a fork of lightning fired down at him. Raising his hand, he caught it deftly--and it changed form, becoming a curved, wicked-looking scythe.
"....DARKANGEMON!" He roared, swinging the scythe in a stunning array of dexterity.
Angemon was speechless. For all his shock, he recovered quickly, swinging his own staff in response.
Darkangemon dived, faster than the eye could see, before Angemon could react. Catching up to Jareth, he grabbed the helpless teenager and turned back upwards.
"You can open your eyes now," the demonic angel said gently.
Jareth did as he was told. "Ravemon?!" he asked incredulously, gazing up into his partner's very different face.
"That's Darkangemon."
"You've gone Ultimate?"
"Yep! Now, where shall I set you down?"
Jareth gazed around him--and his eyes fell on the very mountaintop that was their original destination.
"Ahh," Darkangemon said, following his gaze. He sped at the mountaintop, deposited Jareth, then flew into the sky again. "Angemon!" he bellowed.
Where any other Digimon would have fled, Angemon was still there, waiting. Darkangemon sped right at him, his head lowered as if to headbutt his foe.
Angemon let gravity work for him, dropping out of the line of fire. As he fell, he turned and struck at Darkangemon's exposed back. "Angel Rod!"
The golden staff flew at Darkangemon, but he was prepared. Turning back towards Angemon, he swung his scythe, which had begun to glow an electric blue. "Rune Edge!"
The staff was knocked aside, and let to fall. Angemon played his last card.
"Hand of Fate!"
Darkangemon was not to be outdone. He, too, drew back his hand and punched at the air. "Fist of the Heavens!"
The golden light of Angemon's Hand of Fate met Darkangemon's blueish-white energy beam....and was split down the middle by the force of the Fist of the Heavens. Darkangemon's attack struck Angemon head-on, knocking him from the sky. He fell, faster and faster, until he crashed into the forest below.
Darkangemon floated down to Jareth's side on the mountaintop, and moments later transformed back into the small, green creature that was Venomon.
"You okay, Venomon? That was awesome!"
"I'm..." Venomon fell foreward, and only a quick catch by Jareth stopped him from falling flat on his face.
"Tired? Yeah, I thought you might be."
Jareth laid Venomon gently down upon the ground, then sat down on a conveniently placed fallen log. His new ally should be arriving any time now.....
----Digimon Analyzer----
DarkAngemon
Ultimate
Virus
Dark Holy Digimon
Attack: Rune Edge, Fist of the Heavens
He's the sort of dark angel that nobody wants to mess with. He always means business.