S/N: Hello, readers and, hopefully, reviewers. My name is Sephiroth, the One Winged Angel, wielder of one of the Masamune, greatest of SOLDIER, Chosen One, etc. In order to make a higher stand for the contest, you are all now able to simply review your vote by saying the candidate's name. Why am I writing this? That accursed echidna, Alpha, decided that both I and Dragonboy should write a chapter, as a publicity thing. Because of the emmense battle taking place in this chapter, and my skill with aerial, kendo-like combat, I was chosen to write this one.
Drake: I'm better at humor/comic relief stuff, which comes next chapter.
Sephiroth: SILENCE! *casts the appropriate spell*
Drake: *can't talk, or, um, use spells*
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, Yugioh, or any of the Final Fantasies. Alpha owns Drake, Dracomon, Roan, Lara, all original Crests, Kimon, and this fic's scenario. I do not own Shayla or Chinchillamon, who are owned by authoress Gema J. Gall.
Sephiroth: You'll see when I've started to write in this chapter by the fact that the battle begins. First, the dramatic crap that echidna thought up begins, now.
***************************************************************
Dracomon smirked. His natural air of cockyness had been injured since his capture, but this challenge brought it back in full.
"Sure you have your affairs in order, and everything? I'd hate to cook your chicken butt knowing that there's no one to take care of any eggs, or something."
Karatenmon's stoic expression remained." The way of a warrior is to walk alone. I have nothing to lose, nothing to gain. I serve Kimon only for the thrill of a fight, and the fact that he has defeated me in combat."
Dracomon frowned. {So, Kimon's strength snares even non-dragons into slavery.} "Nice try, birdy, but I understand your real reasoning now."
Several confused glances came from his friends.
"Oh, by the way," Karatenmon added, almost casually," your human comes, too. I want every bit of a challange as possible, and your strength alone won't work against me."
"Get real! How could he help me, anyway?" Dracomon griped.
Drake scowled." Though you've never experienced it, there ARE such things as card programs."
"You say that like I need your help!" Dracomon said angrily, turning to face his equally glaring partner."I can do just fine on my own!"
"Yeah, like you did against Kimon on the mountain!"
"I DIDN'T SEE YOU DO ANYTHING TO HELP, WANNABE!"
"WHAT!?"
"THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE A WANNABE! I'VE FELT IT SINCE YOU CAME HERE, YOU ENVY ME, BECAUSE I'M SOMETHING YOU WANTED TO BE AS A LITTLE KID, STUPID!"
"Well, that proves one theory." Seto whispered, noticing the stunned look on Drake's face.
"But I... that was just a...I was five!" Drake said, visibly embarassed." You couldn't expect a little kid to know that-"
"It wasn't possible? I don't think you've grown up, then!" Dracomon spat hurtfully. He turned back to his opponant." Lead the way, and forget about him."
"No dice." Karatenmon said, unshifting." He comes, or I kill you all now."
A loud swishing sound made itself known. Before any of the others registered what had happened, Myotismon was behind their foe.
"Nightmare Claw!"
"Feather Flare."
Karatenmon's wings casually shifted backward, launching several feathers made of purple energy from themselves. The two attacks dissapeared as they connected, canceling each other out.
"Back away, demon. You've added enough honorless deaths to your name, and I cannot die unless it is in a fair, arranged battle. To prove that point..."
Bat #3029, already weak from lack of blood, fell to the ground below, wretching, unnoticed by the sickened group. Karatenmon, however, did not seem affected by the two katanas he had unsheathed and re-sheathed, only into his chest. In fact, he removed them, and sheathed them normally as if nothing had happened. Not even a wound.
"Kimon's depravity only adds to the insult I live. Giving me immortality until the day I am bested in battle. And I am bound to follow his commands, the innocents I've slain could amount to your score, vampire."
Flamedramon growled." That jerk. I'd like to give him a little sample of his home after death." His hands glowed with small flames as he said this.
Myotismon nodded thoughtfully." You wish for Drake to help Dracomon, giving him the potential to slay you, thus saving others besides themselves. Truly a noble act, swordsmon."
Gatomon's claws were clenched." Dracomon, do it."
"Wha-" THWACK!
"No arguing!" She yelled, cat teeth showing." Your gonna help your partner even if it deletes you, or this little birdie'll have to move twice as fast to slice your tail off before me!"
"But before that, he apoligizes." Lara demanded, arms folded in a parental manner. "Tell Drake you're sorry!"
"Lara, I-" Drake started, half embarassed, half annoyed. Lara rounded on him with the same look as Gatomon, and he backed down, causing a few bats to spread out to keep him from falling.
"You too, Drake! Say you're sorry for insulting Dracomon about his strength!"
The dragon-lover and dragon Digimon turned to each other, glaring, and spoke at the same time.
"Sorry, Wannabe."
"Sorry, Dracomon's Strength."
Two simultaneous thwacks caused a few hundred bats to wonder if they were being paid for this job.
***************************************************************
One would probably mimic the sweat-dropping Kimon, simply by seing the current greatest threat to digital life sweatdrop. He was watching the whole thing through a large vid-screen " Maybe I SHOULD weaken my forces a bit. Those morons have enough to put up with."
***************************************************************
Roan sighed for the tenth time that day as he saw Kotemon frantically dash from one training practice to the next in the Beetleland Gym. "Kotemon, maybe it'd be better to keep doing one exercise, focusing on one perticular strategy, then to be equally strong in all areas, but easily beatable paired against someone with one strategy?"
"Sorry, I can't hear you." Kotemon answered from under the waterfall he was meditating in.
Shayla and Chinchillamon were at the Brain training area, where Shayla randomly tapped the board with a piece of chalk, thinking about the prior night's dream. Though merely sitting still in that area somehow increased wisdom, Chinchillamon was bored at the 'exercise' already.
Renamon was dodging the boxing glove at the Defense training area with ease, while Blackagumon relentlessly jabbed the punching bag at the Offense training area. Yugi vaguely wondered from the side if the sand had stopped falling out, given the pile across from the bag.
A small cloud of dust appeared on the horizen, followed by a yellow streak that zoomed past them. Hyve mashed his thumb to stop the timer." 2 min, 18 sec, 10 laps. You're lagging behind a bit, Kunemon, try using the three-legs-at-a-time technique!"
"Alright, Hyve!" Kunemon agreed, dashing off again as his partner reset the clock."
Truth be told, there wasn't really that much happening at Beetleland, other than training for the competition in two days.
***************************************************************
"Still, they're all actually DOING something." A spiky, brown-haired tamer groaned, looking between moniters jealously.
"Hey, it's not that bad." Gennai offered, grinning." At least your neck isn't being risked out there!"
"But my mommy's is!" Nyaromon wailed from her small crib. "I wanna go help!"
"Sorry, but your not old enough!" Monodramon said in a concerned way." Believe me, I wish I could fight, but-"
Suddenly, the grey dragon Digimon blinked, and turned to Gennai." Why DO Ryo and I have to stay here? Wouldn't it be easier with us helping them?"
"As you already know by now, Kimon has the power to control dragon Digimon." Gennai said gravely." That's why I kept you back. They have enough problems on their hands without Cyberdramon blasting holes in the Digital World."
"Hmph. You'd think I was a Megidramon...." Monodramon mumbled grumpily.
***************************************************************
It was a small patch of land amidst the large digital ocean, made entirely of treeless plains, even up to the sandless beach that formed a perfect ring shape, making the island like a stadium arena, and the ocean like the audience's benches.
Drake stood behind Dracomon, who stood, poised for combat, a short distance away from the stoic, bird swordsmon. The others were on the nearest mainland, and Karatenmon had stated quite clearly that if they tried to interfere, they'd be picking themselves up from all over the world.
"The rules are simple. Both of us fight each other until the other is unable to move. If either of us land in the ocean, then the named fighter is disqualified. And I will under no circumstance attack the human unless he physically tries to interfere in the fight. He may use those programs to boost your strength as he whims."
"Sorry, I stopped listening after the third sentence." Dracomon called back." Are you ready?"
"Yes."
At those words, Dracomon lept forward.
[S/N: This is where I start writing.]
Dracomon's claw swiped through dead air as his opponant kicked him away from the height he had just jumped to.
The Rookie swiftly grasped a tree limb, using the momentum he had gained to spin himself backwards. "Constellation Claw!"
A loud clanging sound erupted as his steel-like claws met the real steel of Karatenmon's left blade. Then the flat end of the right one slapped the dragon into the ground.
"You're the strongest Rookie in the Digiworld, I'll give you that." Karatenmon said monotonously." No normal Digimon of your level would even have survived my first kick."
Dracomon looked up angrily, dirt staining his face. Then, he grinned malisciously.
"PROMINENCE BEAM!"
From his standing point, all Drake could see was the red beam zoom through what should have been Karatenmon's head. However, as it stopped shooting, the target tilted his neck back with an almost appreciative look.
"And it's true... your strength increases unbelievingly after being knocked unconscious! You can use your strongest, most energy-consuming attack like it was nothing!"
"You're already impressed? Weak!" Dracomon smirked.
Another clanging brought a look of surprise to the bird's face as he glimpsed both of his blades blocked by his opponant's claws.
"Like I said: WEAK! Prominence Beam!"
THIS time, the attack struck true. Karatenmon's look of pain was evidant as the beam pushed him back a short distance before stopping. Landing, he clutched a hand to his burnt chest.
"Amazing." He said, an excited look breaking his stoic expression." Finally, an equal! Feather Flare!"
Drake winced as he partner was pelleted by the red hot missles of feathers. Dracmon landed on his back, after a 5-foot slide.
"Hot......very hot..." He moaned drowsily. Shaking his head, he sat back up, then pushed himself forward again. "Constella-"
"Feather Flare!"
"UGH!"
{This is getting predictable.} Drake mentally groaned, actually feeling bored. Suddenly, his newly-emerald eyes widened with an idea." Super Rejuvenation!"
Dracomon opened his clenched eyes in fascination as his wounds healed, replaced with an abundance of energy. "What the-?"
"Dragon Gunfire!"
Without warning, Dracomon's mouth opened as far as hit could, launching a HUGE fireball. Karatenmon barely had the time to pale before it exploded in his face.
"So, still think I'm useless?" Drake asked mockingly.
"Feh, you've got your ups and downs."
"WHAT!?"
"Ouch."
That comment came from the bird warrior, now standing up, panting for breath.
{Kimon didn't say he was THIS powerful! Could he really have gained so much strength merely from a mountain falling on him? He's not even Digivol.... no. I can't give him the chance, not if his power is multiplied the same amount as any other Digivolved Rookie! I can't let him get that strong, or Kimon may not be the REAL threat for long!}
"Nevermore Blade Strike!" Karatenmon yelled, zooming forward. His two katanas were now bathed in an eerie black light.
"Dragon's Bead!" Drake called.
A jewel the color of his partner's eyes appeared in the dragon's hands, and shot a ray of light straight into the eyes of the bird. Karatenmon closed them in frustration; a major mistake.
"A Wingbeat of Giant Dragon!"
Dracomon, not really surprised by any changes to his body at this time, merely complied by flapping his now gynormous wings. Karatenmon was gusted backwards, hit a tree, and-
The duo gasped as their combatant's own two blades cut through him, pinning him to the tree he had crashed into. Dracomon looked down in disgrace.
"I didn't want to end it like..... wait, he can't kill hims-"
Time slowed as two blades, covered in silicone colored blood, went out of their master, and into their master's foe.
"DRACOMON!" Drake screamed as the waist-tall wyvern's eyes widened, and whitened.
Rushng over to his partner's side, Drake hardly felt the pain, only realized by the boulder he was smashed into that Karatenmon had shoved him.
"It's not over until he's deleted." The dark samurai said coldly, eyes full of hatred." You have just officially inturrupted our fight. Feath-"
A golden-white light erupted from the warrior's torn gi. He stood, gaping, as a small white tab melted into Drake's Digivice.
"A......Crest?" Drake coughed out, feeling the full blunt of his injury.
"That's not possible... You can't have acticated your Crest, you would have had to personify it's name! And the only way-"
The warrior gasped as he noticed how dark the boy's shirt had become, and wet. The Dragon Duelist suddenly stopped coughing, laying quite still.
"No... I didn't, HE didn't-!"
"He did."
A third clanging blared the horrible silence. Holding a hand to his injured eye, Karatenmon opened the other, pushing himself up, and froze in fear.
Dracomon was gone. In his place stood a red-skinned version of Kimon, only his cloak was as white as snow, and was more of a karate gi than a mage's. His sapphire eyes glowed with anger, ad agolden, ring-shaped symbol was emblazened on the gi's front. On his back was a large, golden, circle-shaped object, with several blade hilts coming out of it. The new being's leaner, more muscular form fitted to his gi perfectly. There was no hood covering his face, which had the look of someone who had just recieved a great understanding.
"Who... are you?" Karatenmon stuttered weakly. The figure didn't answer, merely stepped in front of the lifeless duelist.
"Dragon's Rebirth." The figure whispered, putting his hands on Drake's chest. The blood dissapeared, the wound healed, and color suddenly returned to the courageous teen's eyes, as he coughed out a stray bit of blood.
"What-WHO? DRACOMON?" He asked, disbelieving.
"Not really." The fighter said, shaking his head with a smile. His voice was calmer, more polite, but Drake could easily see the potential of fierceness in it.
The fighter stood, and turned to the fearful fowl." I am grateful to you, Karatenmon, for enabling me to reach this form. After all, there would be no way for the Crest to activate, if you hadn't of stolen its meaning from Drake: His life. The Crest of Life has been empowered, thanks to you."
"NO! You can't be Dracomon's Champion form!" Karatenmon shouted, fear very evidant.
The mystery mon smiled cruelly." You're right. I'm his Ultimate form."
Karatenmon immediately took off. Flappin his wings rapidly, he had quickly reached about a mile's distance, when-
"Going somewhere?"
The Ultimate had just appeared out of nowhere in front of him, his right fist held back.
"Fist of Ladon's Hate!"
CRUNCH.
The pain was indescribable. Karatenmon felt like it was all the pain he had ever caused another. Nothing could have prepared him for it; not his training, his power, or even the knowledge that he had deserved it for slaying all of the innocents, even unwillingly.
His neck, too, erupted with fire, as he was held back from the ricochet by his assailant's left hand.
"Karatenmon, I sense your heart was true when you said you didn't want to commit all those murders. I don't feel your pain, but I can easily imagine it." The dragon said, his eyes taking a sad appearance. "Allow me the honor of granting you the peace you deserved for so long."
"Wait." Karatenmon pleaded." First..... tell me.... who are you?"
The white-clad fighter grinned, in a way so reminescent of Dracomon that it was hard to believe." I am the one that will slay Kimon. My name is Odjnmon, one of the pieces of the Divided Paladin."
"Divided Paladin?" Karatenmon said hoarsely, with a look of admiration." It's...... true...... you've returned........ Imperialdramon......."
"I now know what I must do." The newly named Odjnmon said." I must seek out my three brothers, the incarnations of Wargreymon, Metalgarurumon, and Grankuwagamon. Kimon is nothing to me, now, but his masters, the Powers of Darkness, can only be destroyed if the Paladin returns."
"Please...... load me." Karatenmon said, with a look of pride." So I can...... see that day...... and fight as well."
Odjnmon wasn't shocked. It was almost as if he had expected this, according to his smile." Of course. Farewell, my friend."
A blade was suddenly in his free hand, one of the holes on his multi-sheath empty. "Wyrm Fang!"
The sun started to rise that hour, and had their been anyone to look, they would see the shadow of a proud bird warrior beside that of the dragon's.
***************************************************************
S/N: *cracks knuckles as he smirks at Drake's look of surprise* Wasn't expecting that, hmm?
Drake: ........ well, killing me was a bit too much, but I have to say, THAT WAS TOO GOOD TOO DESCRIBE!
Current votes:
Sephiroth: 2
Drake: 1
Alpha: Well, now that you can simply say the name of who you wanna vote for, I think we'll get higher responses. Please review, and tell what you think of Sephiroth's possible debut chapter!
Lara: *hugs Drake fiercely* WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DYING!? *cries*
Drake: Umm...... make sure I've written the will first?
Lara: *stops crying* *SMACK!*
Drake: *crashes through a few walls*
"If you desire to know the truth, you must first acquire the courage to accept it." -Mimiru, .hack/SIGN.
Drake: I'm better at humor/comic relief stuff, which comes next chapter.
Sephiroth: SILENCE! *casts the appropriate spell*
Drake: *can't talk, or, um, use spells*
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, Yugioh, or any of the Final Fantasies. Alpha owns Drake, Dracomon, Roan, Lara, all original Crests, Kimon, and this fic's scenario. I do not own Shayla or Chinchillamon, who are owned by authoress Gema J. Gall.
Sephiroth: You'll see when I've started to write in this chapter by the fact that the battle begins. First, the dramatic crap that echidna thought up begins, now.
***************************************************************
Dracomon smirked. His natural air of cockyness had been injured since his capture, but this challenge brought it back in full.
"Sure you have your affairs in order, and everything? I'd hate to cook your chicken butt knowing that there's no one to take care of any eggs, or something."
Karatenmon's stoic expression remained." The way of a warrior is to walk alone. I have nothing to lose, nothing to gain. I serve Kimon only for the thrill of a fight, and the fact that he has defeated me in combat."
Dracomon frowned. {So, Kimon's strength snares even non-dragons into slavery.} "Nice try, birdy, but I understand your real reasoning now."
Several confused glances came from his friends.
"Oh, by the way," Karatenmon added, almost casually," your human comes, too. I want every bit of a challange as possible, and your strength alone won't work against me."
"Get real! How could he help me, anyway?" Dracomon griped.
Drake scowled." Though you've never experienced it, there ARE such things as card programs."
"You say that like I need your help!" Dracomon said angrily, turning to face his equally glaring partner."I can do just fine on my own!"
"Yeah, like you did against Kimon on the mountain!"
"I DIDN'T SEE YOU DO ANYTHING TO HELP, WANNABE!"
"WHAT!?"
"THAT'S RIGHT, YOU'RE A WANNABE! I'VE FELT IT SINCE YOU CAME HERE, YOU ENVY ME, BECAUSE I'M SOMETHING YOU WANTED TO BE AS A LITTLE KID, STUPID!"
"Well, that proves one theory." Seto whispered, noticing the stunned look on Drake's face.
"But I... that was just a...I was five!" Drake said, visibly embarassed." You couldn't expect a little kid to know that-"
"It wasn't possible? I don't think you've grown up, then!" Dracomon spat hurtfully. He turned back to his opponant." Lead the way, and forget about him."
"No dice." Karatenmon said, unshifting." He comes, or I kill you all now."
A loud swishing sound made itself known. Before any of the others registered what had happened, Myotismon was behind their foe.
"Nightmare Claw!"
"Feather Flare."
Karatenmon's wings casually shifted backward, launching several feathers made of purple energy from themselves. The two attacks dissapeared as they connected, canceling each other out.
"Back away, demon. You've added enough honorless deaths to your name, and I cannot die unless it is in a fair, arranged battle. To prove that point..."
Bat #3029, already weak from lack of blood, fell to the ground below, wretching, unnoticed by the sickened group. Karatenmon, however, did not seem affected by the two katanas he had unsheathed and re-sheathed, only into his chest. In fact, he removed them, and sheathed them normally as if nothing had happened. Not even a wound.
"Kimon's depravity only adds to the insult I live. Giving me immortality until the day I am bested in battle. And I am bound to follow his commands, the innocents I've slain could amount to your score, vampire."
Flamedramon growled." That jerk. I'd like to give him a little sample of his home after death." His hands glowed with small flames as he said this.
Myotismon nodded thoughtfully." You wish for Drake to help Dracomon, giving him the potential to slay you, thus saving others besides themselves. Truly a noble act, swordsmon."
Gatomon's claws were clenched." Dracomon, do it."
"Wha-" THWACK!
"No arguing!" She yelled, cat teeth showing." Your gonna help your partner even if it deletes you, or this little birdie'll have to move twice as fast to slice your tail off before me!"
"But before that, he apoligizes." Lara demanded, arms folded in a parental manner. "Tell Drake you're sorry!"
"Lara, I-" Drake started, half embarassed, half annoyed. Lara rounded on him with the same look as Gatomon, and he backed down, causing a few bats to spread out to keep him from falling.
"You too, Drake! Say you're sorry for insulting Dracomon about his strength!"
The dragon-lover and dragon Digimon turned to each other, glaring, and spoke at the same time.
"Sorry, Wannabe."
"Sorry, Dracomon's Strength."
Two simultaneous thwacks caused a few hundred bats to wonder if they were being paid for this job.
***************************************************************
One would probably mimic the sweat-dropping Kimon, simply by seing the current greatest threat to digital life sweatdrop. He was watching the whole thing through a large vid-screen " Maybe I SHOULD weaken my forces a bit. Those morons have enough to put up with."
***************************************************************
Roan sighed for the tenth time that day as he saw Kotemon frantically dash from one training practice to the next in the Beetleland Gym. "Kotemon, maybe it'd be better to keep doing one exercise, focusing on one perticular strategy, then to be equally strong in all areas, but easily beatable paired against someone with one strategy?"
"Sorry, I can't hear you." Kotemon answered from under the waterfall he was meditating in.
Shayla and Chinchillamon were at the Brain training area, where Shayla randomly tapped the board with a piece of chalk, thinking about the prior night's dream. Though merely sitting still in that area somehow increased wisdom, Chinchillamon was bored at the 'exercise' already.
Renamon was dodging the boxing glove at the Defense training area with ease, while Blackagumon relentlessly jabbed the punching bag at the Offense training area. Yugi vaguely wondered from the side if the sand had stopped falling out, given the pile across from the bag.
A small cloud of dust appeared on the horizen, followed by a yellow streak that zoomed past them. Hyve mashed his thumb to stop the timer." 2 min, 18 sec, 10 laps. You're lagging behind a bit, Kunemon, try using the three-legs-at-a-time technique!"
"Alright, Hyve!" Kunemon agreed, dashing off again as his partner reset the clock."
Truth be told, there wasn't really that much happening at Beetleland, other than training for the competition in two days.
***************************************************************
"Still, they're all actually DOING something." A spiky, brown-haired tamer groaned, looking between moniters jealously.
"Hey, it's not that bad." Gennai offered, grinning." At least your neck isn't being risked out there!"
"But my mommy's is!" Nyaromon wailed from her small crib. "I wanna go help!"
"Sorry, but your not old enough!" Monodramon said in a concerned way." Believe me, I wish I could fight, but-"
Suddenly, the grey dragon Digimon blinked, and turned to Gennai." Why DO Ryo and I have to stay here? Wouldn't it be easier with us helping them?"
"As you already know by now, Kimon has the power to control dragon Digimon." Gennai said gravely." That's why I kept you back. They have enough problems on their hands without Cyberdramon blasting holes in the Digital World."
"Hmph. You'd think I was a Megidramon...." Monodramon mumbled grumpily.
***************************************************************
It was a small patch of land amidst the large digital ocean, made entirely of treeless plains, even up to the sandless beach that formed a perfect ring shape, making the island like a stadium arena, and the ocean like the audience's benches.
Drake stood behind Dracomon, who stood, poised for combat, a short distance away from the stoic, bird swordsmon. The others were on the nearest mainland, and Karatenmon had stated quite clearly that if they tried to interfere, they'd be picking themselves up from all over the world.
"The rules are simple. Both of us fight each other until the other is unable to move. If either of us land in the ocean, then the named fighter is disqualified. And I will under no circumstance attack the human unless he physically tries to interfere in the fight. He may use those programs to boost your strength as he whims."
"Sorry, I stopped listening after the third sentence." Dracomon called back." Are you ready?"
"Yes."
At those words, Dracomon lept forward.
[S/N: This is where I start writing.]
Dracomon's claw swiped through dead air as his opponant kicked him away from the height he had just jumped to.
The Rookie swiftly grasped a tree limb, using the momentum he had gained to spin himself backwards. "Constellation Claw!"
A loud clanging sound erupted as his steel-like claws met the real steel of Karatenmon's left blade. Then the flat end of the right one slapped the dragon into the ground.
"You're the strongest Rookie in the Digiworld, I'll give you that." Karatenmon said monotonously." No normal Digimon of your level would even have survived my first kick."
Dracomon looked up angrily, dirt staining his face. Then, he grinned malisciously.
"PROMINENCE BEAM!"
From his standing point, all Drake could see was the red beam zoom through what should have been Karatenmon's head. However, as it stopped shooting, the target tilted his neck back with an almost appreciative look.
"And it's true... your strength increases unbelievingly after being knocked unconscious! You can use your strongest, most energy-consuming attack like it was nothing!"
"You're already impressed? Weak!" Dracomon smirked.
Another clanging brought a look of surprise to the bird's face as he glimpsed both of his blades blocked by his opponant's claws.
"Like I said: WEAK! Prominence Beam!"
THIS time, the attack struck true. Karatenmon's look of pain was evidant as the beam pushed him back a short distance before stopping. Landing, he clutched a hand to his burnt chest.
"Amazing." He said, an excited look breaking his stoic expression." Finally, an equal! Feather Flare!"
Drake winced as he partner was pelleted by the red hot missles of feathers. Dracmon landed on his back, after a 5-foot slide.
"Hot......very hot..." He moaned drowsily. Shaking his head, he sat back up, then pushed himself forward again. "Constella-"
"Feather Flare!"
"UGH!"
{This is getting predictable.} Drake mentally groaned, actually feeling bored. Suddenly, his newly-emerald eyes widened with an idea." Super Rejuvenation!"
Dracomon opened his clenched eyes in fascination as his wounds healed, replaced with an abundance of energy. "What the-?"
"Dragon Gunfire!"
Without warning, Dracomon's mouth opened as far as hit could, launching a HUGE fireball. Karatenmon barely had the time to pale before it exploded in his face.
"So, still think I'm useless?" Drake asked mockingly.
"Feh, you've got your ups and downs."
"WHAT!?"
"Ouch."
That comment came from the bird warrior, now standing up, panting for breath.
{Kimon didn't say he was THIS powerful! Could he really have gained so much strength merely from a mountain falling on him? He's not even Digivol.... no. I can't give him the chance, not if his power is multiplied the same amount as any other Digivolved Rookie! I can't let him get that strong, or Kimon may not be the REAL threat for long!}
"Nevermore Blade Strike!" Karatenmon yelled, zooming forward. His two katanas were now bathed in an eerie black light.
"Dragon's Bead!" Drake called.
A jewel the color of his partner's eyes appeared in the dragon's hands, and shot a ray of light straight into the eyes of the bird. Karatenmon closed them in frustration; a major mistake.
"A Wingbeat of Giant Dragon!"
Dracomon, not really surprised by any changes to his body at this time, merely complied by flapping his now gynormous wings. Karatenmon was gusted backwards, hit a tree, and-
The duo gasped as their combatant's own two blades cut through him, pinning him to the tree he had crashed into. Dracomon looked down in disgrace.
"I didn't want to end it like..... wait, he can't kill hims-"
Time slowed as two blades, covered in silicone colored blood, went out of their master, and into their master's foe.
"DRACOMON!" Drake screamed as the waist-tall wyvern's eyes widened, and whitened.
Rushng over to his partner's side, Drake hardly felt the pain, only realized by the boulder he was smashed into that Karatenmon had shoved him.
"It's not over until he's deleted." The dark samurai said coldly, eyes full of hatred." You have just officially inturrupted our fight. Feath-"
A golden-white light erupted from the warrior's torn gi. He stood, gaping, as a small white tab melted into Drake's Digivice.
"A......Crest?" Drake coughed out, feeling the full blunt of his injury.
"That's not possible... You can't have acticated your Crest, you would have had to personify it's name! And the only way-"
The warrior gasped as he noticed how dark the boy's shirt had become, and wet. The Dragon Duelist suddenly stopped coughing, laying quite still.
"No... I didn't, HE didn't-!"
"He did."
A third clanging blared the horrible silence. Holding a hand to his injured eye, Karatenmon opened the other, pushing himself up, and froze in fear.
Dracomon was gone. In his place stood a red-skinned version of Kimon, only his cloak was as white as snow, and was more of a karate gi than a mage's. His sapphire eyes glowed with anger, ad agolden, ring-shaped symbol was emblazened on the gi's front. On his back was a large, golden, circle-shaped object, with several blade hilts coming out of it. The new being's leaner, more muscular form fitted to his gi perfectly. There was no hood covering his face, which had the look of someone who had just recieved a great understanding.
"Who... are you?" Karatenmon stuttered weakly. The figure didn't answer, merely stepped in front of the lifeless duelist.
"Dragon's Rebirth." The figure whispered, putting his hands on Drake's chest. The blood dissapeared, the wound healed, and color suddenly returned to the courageous teen's eyes, as he coughed out a stray bit of blood.
"What-WHO? DRACOMON?" He asked, disbelieving.
"Not really." The fighter said, shaking his head with a smile. His voice was calmer, more polite, but Drake could easily see the potential of fierceness in it.
The fighter stood, and turned to the fearful fowl." I am grateful to you, Karatenmon, for enabling me to reach this form. After all, there would be no way for the Crest to activate, if you hadn't of stolen its meaning from Drake: His life. The Crest of Life has been empowered, thanks to you."
"NO! You can't be Dracomon's Champion form!" Karatenmon shouted, fear very evidant.
The mystery mon smiled cruelly." You're right. I'm his Ultimate form."
Karatenmon immediately took off. Flappin his wings rapidly, he had quickly reached about a mile's distance, when-
"Going somewhere?"
The Ultimate had just appeared out of nowhere in front of him, his right fist held back.
"Fist of Ladon's Hate!"
CRUNCH.
The pain was indescribable. Karatenmon felt like it was all the pain he had ever caused another. Nothing could have prepared him for it; not his training, his power, or even the knowledge that he had deserved it for slaying all of the innocents, even unwillingly.
His neck, too, erupted with fire, as he was held back from the ricochet by his assailant's left hand.
"Karatenmon, I sense your heart was true when you said you didn't want to commit all those murders. I don't feel your pain, but I can easily imagine it." The dragon said, his eyes taking a sad appearance. "Allow me the honor of granting you the peace you deserved for so long."
"Wait." Karatenmon pleaded." First..... tell me.... who are you?"
The white-clad fighter grinned, in a way so reminescent of Dracomon that it was hard to believe." I am the one that will slay Kimon. My name is Odjnmon, one of the pieces of the Divided Paladin."
"Divided Paladin?" Karatenmon said hoarsely, with a look of admiration." It's...... true...... you've returned........ Imperialdramon......."
"I now know what I must do." The newly named Odjnmon said." I must seek out my three brothers, the incarnations of Wargreymon, Metalgarurumon, and Grankuwagamon. Kimon is nothing to me, now, but his masters, the Powers of Darkness, can only be destroyed if the Paladin returns."
"Please...... load me." Karatenmon said, with a look of pride." So I can...... see that day...... and fight as well."
Odjnmon wasn't shocked. It was almost as if he had expected this, according to his smile." Of course. Farewell, my friend."
A blade was suddenly in his free hand, one of the holes on his multi-sheath empty. "Wyrm Fang!"
The sun started to rise that hour, and had their been anyone to look, they would see the shadow of a proud bird warrior beside that of the dragon's.
***************************************************************
S/N: *cracks knuckles as he smirks at Drake's look of surprise* Wasn't expecting that, hmm?
Drake: ........ well, killing me was a bit too much, but I have to say, THAT WAS TOO GOOD TOO DESCRIBE!
Current votes:
Sephiroth: 2
Drake: 1
Alpha: Well, now that you can simply say the name of who you wanna vote for, I think we'll get higher responses. Please review, and tell what you think of Sephiroth's possible debut chapter!
Lara: *hugs Drake fiercely* WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT DYING!? *cries*
Drake: Umm...... make sure I've written the will first?
Lara: *stops crying* *SMACK!*
Drake: *crashes through a few walls*
"If you desire to know the truth, you must first acquire the courage to accept it." -Mimiru, .hack/SIGN.