clueless97:
Yeah, Misty did say those things on Pokemon.
Disclaimer:
Toei and Bandai own Digimon, and Nintendo owns Pokemon. Some Digimon used in this fic belong to me. Some reviewers have contributed the following characters.
Metal Devidramon - Ninetalesuk
Skyemon - Gijinka Renamon
Socramon - Cavecat
By: RB3
Chapter 16: A Tale of Two Riots, part 1
Layfield was the typical American Caucasian man having blue eyes and brown hair. He was in his late thirties with a head full of greying hair. He was beginning to show signs of a receding hairline with portions of the top of his head becoming exposed by his missing hair. He was also obese, a consequence of his love of eating fast food while at work. In particular, he loved food from Freeman Burgers, which had a shop set up near his old work place. Even though he was unemployed, he still went to Freeman's for his lunch quite frequently.
Layfield awoke to another of day of joblessness in what was supposed to be the richest nation on the planet. How he envied those that could work, that could provide for their families... At one time, Layfield wasn't like the way he was today. At one time, Layfield was an idealistic man living out the American dream of having a good family and a stable, healthy job. It was the dream of virtually every working American to fulfill the American dream. His dream, like many others, was shattered the day his boss came bearing bad news. Nelson Layfield had been laid off. Never had he been so demoralized in his life.
His car manufacturing plant had closed down and his job had been shipped out to some Asian country he knew nothing about. All Layfield could do was watch TV, praying that one day things would change for the better. After six months of watching and praying, nothing really changed at all and things stayed as they always were. Despite the recommendations of the pundits on his news, even training for a newer, higher education job did not change his fortunes. His old friend Baxter, a friend and major nerd in high school, suffered the same fate as his. Baxter had been laid off by the computer software company he once worked for.
"Honey, I'm going to do the shopping now. Take care!" called Mary, Layfield's wife from the kitchen.
"Okay honey, drive home safely!" called Layfield in return.
Layfield turned on his television to watch the daily news. The image of an attractive blonde news anchor filled the screen. "In today's news, authorities are baffled by the discovery of a mass grave in the outskirts of Los Angeles."
The news switched to footage recorded by authorities at the scene of the crime. The mass grave was less than ten miles east into the Californian wilderness. The reporter interviewed a forensics expert as the camera panned over the bodies in the grave. All of the corpses appeared to be shrivelled and mummified. A forensics expert described one body as being a female victim who had been skinned. All that remained of the victim were blackened bones with patches of rotted flesh caked on. The body was missing its eyes as well as all of its internal organs.
The anchor woman continued relaying the news for the day. "Authorities are baffled and appalled to discover what they believe is an organ harvesting operation active in Los Angeles. More on this story as it develops."
The woman fell silent briefly as the TV station changed to the next story; one on gang violence in Detroit. A local black man named Simon Johnson had been murdered by a rival gang during the last night in a drive-by shooting. The shooting was not an isolated incident, but part of a string of gang-related murders occurring throughout the week. Footage flashed by on the TV set, depicting the police securing the scene of the crime. The authorities mined the area for everything that could shed light on the mystery. Simon was beyond aid, as he had been pronounced dead at the scene, body bagged, and taken away.
The news turned to its hottest topic in months, the war against the Digital World. "Violence in the Digital World has escalated with the destruction of a US convoy yesterday. A concealed road side bomb had detonated on American troops as they drove along a street in Light City of the Light Continent."
It had been only a few days since the destruction of the Primary Village, but news of the dastardly attack had spread like wildfire. Following this heinous war crime was a surge of resentment and fury directed at the American occupiers. They were so enraged that even the most pacifist and even-handed Digimon turned into a violent, homicidal maniac. This one act, seemingly a brilliant strategic move on the part of the USA, turned out to be its greatest tactical error. Overnight, the Digital World became a death trap for America's servicemen and its allies.
Throughout the Digital World, an orgy of riots and violence had broken out that the American Coalition had no hope of containing. During the earliest hours of the morning, a convoy of American humvees drove along the streets in Light City. The soldiers inside the leading vehicle scanned the environment in a vigilant watch for any possible attackers. The convoy reached a red light at an intersection. As it was morning, the streets were nearly vacated of cars and Digimon. It was the calm before the coming of a great storm in Light City and the rest of the Digital World.
On the right sidewalk, an innocuous trashcan stood near the curb. Hidden by the overhanging metal rain shield, a metal disk whirred softly as it opened to reveal a small, cylindrical sensor. The sensor scanned around before locating its first victim, the humvee taking point for the convoy. All of a sudden, a bolt of lightning leapt from the sensor! Booming thunder filled the air, followed by the humvee shuddering and bursting into flames. The humvee had been reduced into a scorched wreck instantly. The deafening thunder and subsequent explosion surprised the soldiers, who instinctively covered their ears as a reaction.
The hidden weapon turned to two more humvees, blasting them into cinders. The humvees ignited into flaming wrecks as the others began to flee the area in a panic. The tires of the first humvee screeched as it crashed through the facade of a nearby bank and rammed into a parked car on an adjoining street. It wasn't long before every news agency flooded the scene to report the attack on the American military. This attack was but one in a series of violent uprisings against the US. An American embassy in Luminous City of the Light Continent was besieged by a sea of Human-types calling for blood.
This brick and mortar building was surrounded by twenty-feet-high, reinforced concrete walls lined with barbed wire on the top. The only entrance to the embassy was an opening sealed by a reinforced steel fence. The sea of Digimon crashed against the gate and the walls and hammered them everything they could muster. They smashed the gate with their limbs as others threw stones, garbage, and elemental blasts. The soldiers worked desperately to prevent the tide from bursting in as the non-combatants scrambled to the sole helicopter on the roof.
At the border of the Fire and Light Continents, the American military ran afoul of a particularly large Digimon. This insect-like creature had green chitin that was so dark, it was almost black. It was a horrifying creature whose head had a pair of massive mandibles and ended in an elongated horn. It stood on six legs that ended in several sharp, silvery claws that looked like they could tear through the thickest steel with ease. It had equally sharp blades on the back of its front legs. Its wings were of a translucent, blood red colour. This creature was known as a Grand Kuwagamon.
-Digimon Analyzer
Name: Grand Kuwagamon
Attributes: Virus, Mega Level, No Element
This vicious Digimon is known as the "Demon of the Deep Forests" for good reason. Normally calm, he changes once provoked, flying into a murderous frenzy and slaughtering everything in his path.
Special Abilities/Traits:
Flying
Dimension Scissors - Using his mandibles, Grand Kuwagamon can shoot a blade of energy that cuts through the very fabric of space-time.
Catastrophe - Grand Kuwagamon can flap his wings so hard that the winds they generate uproot everything and scatter them everywhere.
The Grand Kuwagamon was flanked by the smaller ally hovering above his body. Though this ally was obviously a Digimon, she was one of the most human-like Digimon the Americans had ever encountered. She was a beautiful woman with long white hair tied into a pair of fox tails. She was clad in dark blue armour that moulded to her body and a headdress coloured likewise that concealed her face from the nose upward. It was designed to resemble the creature to which she held a shamanistic affinity, the fox. This woman bore a staff with interlocked golden rings, the same kind that Japanese monks carried. She was Kuzuhamon, a powerful Digimon priestess.
-Digimon Analyzer
Name: Kuzuhamon
Attributes: Data, Mega Level, Nature Element
A cousin to the Sakuyamon species, this beautiful Digimon is a priestess who can ward away evil spirits. Like her cousins, she has a shamanistic connection to the natural world and has a special affinity towards foxes.
Special Abilities/Traits:
Flying, magic using, demon slayer, undead slayer
Amethyst Mandala - Kuzuhamon can create a sphere of violet cherry blossom petals that act like a barrier. She can blow these petals away to scoop up everything caught in their path.
Spirit Strike - Kuzuhamon can deploy foxes made of silver flames to do her bidding. They run and fly around to attack anything that threatens their mistress.
These two were among the most powerful Digimon, a fact that the Americans were oblivious to. "There's the enemy! Fire!" cried the leader of the battalion.
Without hesitation, the American proceeded to flood the area with ordnance. Though unnecessary, Kuzuhamon casually raised an Amethyst Mandala in self-defence. As Grand Kuwagamon waited within the mandala, his muscles pulsed with the animalistic fury welling up within. The American machineguns made rat-a-tat sounds as they spewed endless bullets. Their cannons unleashed massive booms as they lobbed shell after shell. The bullets bounced off the cherry blossom petals while the shells exploded around the two Digimon. This massive, coordinated assault left scorched earth and craters all around and the two Digimon unaffected.
The Americans quickly realized their attack was not causing any damage and ceased wasting their ammunition. Kuzuhamon immediately released the barrier as well as Grand Kuwagamon. "DIE HUMANS!" growled Grand Kuwagamon.
The insect Digimon charged at the American war machines with fury and preternatural speed. Upon reaching close quarters, the Demon of the Deep Forests ripped through a hapless tank with his claws and tossed it away like garbage. He backhanded a second tank, flinging it several feet into the air to crash onto the ground with a loud clang. The demon grabbed a third in his mandibles and crushed it like a soda can before flinging the remains away. He faced a mass of tanks and fired a Dimension Scissors which cut through the war machines, slicing them into two. Despite coming under heavy fire, the shots had no effect as he continued his rampage.
Other American war machines directed their weapons at Kuzuhamon. They unleashed a barrage of ammunition which did not concern the Digimon. With a wave of her staff, it left a trail of cherry blossom petals which turned the attack upon the assailants. Like falling dominoes, the American forces exploded one after the other. The fox priestess summoned forth four fiery versions of her totemic animal, the fox, one of which burned its way through the heavy armour of a tank. The foxes blazed a trail of devastation as they leapt from unit to unit. The violence was over in but a few minutes with no American surviving to fight another day.
The Cherubimon group of Warriors materialized in an empty alleyway with Brock and Brendan. They were mere blocks away from the Central Bank branch in New York City. The inauguration ceremony was about to start in a few hours, necessitating swiftness on the part of the Warriors. As they moved to the streets, the roads to the office had been cordoned off by steel fences line across the intersection. A crowd of people had formed at the base of the Central Bank branch's stairs, eagerly awaiting the inauguration of Michael Barbera.
The majority of the crowd were dressed in fine suits of varying colours. Their financial backgrounds were evident in their clothes which were immaculate. Every person was from a wealthy background. They were the financial elite of the US, the politicians, the corporate CEOs, the rich. Among these wealthy men and women were the various media from the local newspaper to the largest, far-reaching media conglomerates like the ANN. The Warriors moved to the site of the inauguration as swiftly as they could without being noticed. They stopped in an alleyway facing the branch office and prepared for the next phase of their plan.
"Everything's good so far," commented Max. "I'm going to Fusion Evolve now. Get the ANN reporter and the cameraman here now."
As Max transformed into Demi Wisemon, Brock immediately put his hands on his stomach and slumped to the ground. "Ooh owww..." he groaned as he feigned being stricken by a terrible stomach ache.
Brendan rush out of the alley and ran up to a stray ANN reporter, a brunette in a red suit. "Help! My friend's in trouble. Come quick!"
The reporter and her cameraman went over to check up on Brock. "What happened?"
Misty looked up from Brock's body. "We don't know. We were walking down the alley when he just collapsed. He was fine just a minute ago."
As the reporter and the cameraman were distracted, Demi Wisemon emerged from his hiding spot in a nearby dumpster and blocked the alleyway. After inspecting Brock, the reporter helped him onto his feet. "Ow, must be food poisoning..." Brock groaned.
"I'm calling a doctor," stated the reporter as she reached for a cellular phone.
"That won't be necessary!" stated Demi Wisemon, drawing the attention of the ANN news crew.
The reporter and her cameraman turned around to see Demi Wisemon just as his sole eye emitted a flash of silver light. A gentle breeze washed over the two as their tensions and inhibitions lifted away. The two stood completely motionless as though they were mannequins in a store window. Shinya jumped up and waved his hands to attract their attention but no matter how hard he tried, the two didn't react in the slightest. They were completely under Demi Wisemon's spell and totally under his command. The hypnotic eye continued applying his power, altering the two's memories and establishing a psychic link to him.
"Okay, these two are working for us now," said Demi Wisemon. "I hope Takuya's done on his end."
Meanwhile, Agunimon materialized in an unknown location elsewhere in New York City. The Warrior of Fire looked around and thought back to the photos and maps of the ANN studios shown to him by Betsumon. Agunimon stood in the middle of what appeared to be a roadway. It separated the visitors' area for tourists from the studios where the actual filming took place. The building directly in front of him was marked with the words "Studio 1." The Warrior of Fire was in the right place to enact Betsumon's plan, but he did not come alone.
With Agunimon were four other Digimon, all of them scanning the area as their leader was. One was a Greymon, a tyrannosaurus rex with orange skin and blue markings. Notably, he wore a hard chitinous skull cap as protection for his head. The second was a muscular, centaur-like creature. This Digimon, Centarumon, wore a metal Roman centurion helmet from which a Cyclopean red eye peered out. The third was Octomon, an octopus armed with a sabre and an ink gun. The last of the quartet was a Bakemon, a ghost that resembled a floating, frayed sheet of cloth.
The people in the area soon took notice of the Digimon presence. They panicked and ran away, leaving the Digimon alone on the road. It was all the same to Agunimon; he was here to take the place over anyways. It made his job easier and he could always take someone else as the ubiquitous hostage in this situation. A security guard, being brave or foolhardy beyond words, attempted to stop the Digimon single-handedly. Agunimon caught the guard's baton and countered with a palm strike that sent the man flying down the road. The man landed in a heap and in no condition to object to the Digimon.
"Agunimon," spoke the Bakemon. "The studio's up ahead, we're surrounding the place and going in!"
"Go for it!" said Agunimon.
As Centarumon and Bakemon moved to the back, Greymon let out a growl as he smashed his way through the door. This event jarred the people inside out of their lethargic, boredom-induced stupor. "EEEK, DIGIMON!" shrieked a female worker.
"Run for it!" cried a terrified film crew member. The film crew attempted to vacate the studio, only to encounter the other Digimon as they entered from the back. With the hostages surrounded, the Digimon herded them into a corner.
Chakkumon entered the studio and proceeded to freeze the crew to the wall with his icy breath. "Nice work! We've taken the offices. No one will be stopping the broadcast this time!"
It wasn't long before the authorities came to investigate the hostage situation over at the ANN studios. The blaring of police sirens filled the air as squads of police cars converged on the occupied TV studios. The police cleared the local area of civilians and surrounded the ANN studio with cars. They established their front line before the main gate. Dozens of heavily armed men and women took firing positions using their cars as protective cover. The lead officer pulled out a microphone and announced his presence, as well as an ultimatum.
"We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands up!" commanded the officer.
The Warriors waited in their respective areas. Their goal was not to confront the authorities, but to occupy the studio for as long as necessary to allow the others to expose Michael Barbera on national TV. If they didn't take this precaution, Barbera or another of his allies could squelch the message before it got aired. Sooner or later though, the authorities would try to send SWAT teams in to rescue the hostages. The Warriors and their Digimon allies were well prepared for that eventuality and would not hesitate to demolish the entire police force if push came to shove.
Back at the inauguration, the Warriors and trainers received telepathic confirmation of the capture of the ANN studios. "Good," commented Demi Wisemon. "Okay guys, I'll be keeping the cameras rolling. If Michael Barbera really is a Demon Lord, you'll have to take care of him." Demi Wisemon turned to the news crew. "You two; go interview Michael Barbera right now!"
The ANN news crew made their way out of the alleyway and back to the Central Bank branch building. The inauguration soon began with Michael Barbera exiting the building to greet the crowd. The US President handed Barbera a medal indicating the transfer of power and shook the new Chairman's hand. White flashes went off as reporters snapped pictures of this monumental event. Barbera gave his lengthy but gratitude-filled acceptance speech and opened the last few minutes of the event for questions about his future policies as Chairman. Chairman Barbera answered the reporters as they held microphones to record his words.
"Chairman Barbera, can you comment about your raising of the interest rates?" asked the ANN reporter.
As Barbera gave a boring, long-winded narration of the benefits of raising interest rates, Demi Wisemon linked the woman's eyes to his mind. He could now see whatever his puppet saw. He concentrated his powers on Barbera, attempting to pierce the illusion and see the man as he really was. As the layers of deception melted away, what the all-seeing eye saw was not a man, but something more, something that was not human at all... It alarmed him greatly, prompting him to warn the others immediately.
"Watch out! Michael Barbera really is a Demon Lord!" warned Demi Wisemon.
"Okay Max, we gotcha! We'll be careful!" replied Brendan telepathically.
"The American people live in one of the most affluent nations in the world, if not THE most affluent nation ever," continued Barbera. "As Chairman, I intend to ensure that our prosperity continues for years to come."
"Chairman Barbera, it has come to my attention that you are not who you say you are," said the reporter.
Back at the parking lot, Demi Wisemon continued to work the woman like a ventriloquist's dummy. "You are an impostor and have lied to the American people to drag them into war with our people. Today is the day that it ends!"
At the crowd, the woman continued her speech. "Today is the day that it ends!" A glowing pentagram of silver light suddenly materialized on the ground around Chairman Barbera. "Let the world see what you really are!"
The magical energies tore at the Chairman's disguise until it collapsed completely under the strain. In Michael Barbera's place was a wizened humanoid Digimon with a long pointed nose and equally pointed ears. His hair was long and white, as was his beard. The Digimon wore green trousers and a robe of purple adorned by gold, red jewels, and red triangular designs. On his back were two pairs of crimson wings. He wore golden rings and bracelets on his clawed hands. He carried a staff made from the skull of some unknown creature which had a red jewel socketed in its mouth.
-Digimon Analyzer
Name: Barbamon
Attributes: Virus, Mega Level, Dark/Steel type
This wizened Digimon is the Demon Lord of Greed, whose desire for money precludes any form of morality. In his guise as a banker, he looted the American economy to fund the Demon Lords' activities in the Real World.
Special Abilities/Traits:
Flying, teleportation, dimensional travel, magic using, elemental powers: metal/negative energy
Pandemonium Lost (None) - Barbamon can manifest energy in the form of blue flames and throw them out like fireballs.
Death Lure (Dark/Ghost) - Barbamon's staff has power over death and darkness. It is used for invoking black magic such as negative energy blasts.
The crowd became terrified as they saw Michael Barbera in his true form of Barbamon, the Demon Lord of Greed. The wealthy financial and political elites that comprised the crowd began to scatter for fear of their lives in the face of this menacing Digimon. As they ran away, the Warriors in their Fusion Hybrid forms entered the scene to confront Barbamon. As they came, people took notice of them and scattered away. The trainers, Brock and Brendan, released a Machamp and a Ninetails in preparation for battle. The Lord of Greed looked over the faces of his foes and realized just who had foiled his plans.
"Damn you, Warriors! You'll pay for this!" cursed Barbamon.
"Barbamon, if anyone's paying, it will be you for what you did to Ash!" retorted Maridmon.
Barbamon merely laughed. "You think you are strong enough to defeat me, the Demon Lord of Greed? You haven't even seen an inkling of my full power!"
Barbamon waved his staff and sent a Pandemonium Lost into the ranks of the Pokemon and Warriors. The fireball exploded violently, forcing them to scatter and then regroup. "Man, he's strong!" remarked Brendan.
Brock ordered Machamp to open the battle with a Cross Chop. As the Superpower Pokemon flew in with arms crossed, he ran afoul of an invisible barrier of force. Barbamon fired a burst of negative energy which sent him hurtling back to land before his trainer. Reichmon lunged at Barbamon, who parried the blow with his staff. He drove the dark warrior's lance away, and then used his staff to fire a second Pandemonium Lost which knocked Reichmon onto his back.
Dryamon proceeded to spray Eucalyptus Gas over the area. The soothing, minty smelling gas felt pleasant on the bodies of her team-mates. Machamp and Reichmon felt refreshed and got off the ground. Ninetails sprayed a jet of scorching flame at the Lord of Greed, who blocked the fire with a wave of his staff. The flames curled harmlessly into a ball around the skull of Death Lure like a shell of flame. Barbamon returned the fireball back to its sender, Ninetails and his trainer, Brendan.
"AAAAAAAAGH!" screamed Brendan.
"NIIIIIIIIINE!" screamed Ninetails.
Trainer and Pokemon both collapsed from sheer pain. "Oh no, Brendan's hurt!" warned Brock.
Dryamon attempted to spray Eucalyptus Gas to help the two recover their strength. Barbamon blew away the gas with magic, effectively preventing any healing from taking place. "Oh no you don't!" objected Barbamon.
He fired a bone-crushing Pandemonium Lost which slammed into Dryamon and broke her union with the Spirits. "May!" cried Maridmon.
Maridmon rushed the Lord of Greed with her trident, who responded by blocking it with Death Lure. After disarming Maridmon, Barbamon cut her down with a beam of negative energy which broke Misty's union with the Spirits and left her sprawled motionless on the ground. The Lord of Greed's staff lit up before it released a copy of its skull made from violet negative energy. The blast hurtled Diamon into the ground and shot Reichmon into a nearby building. Machamp crashed into a car and Brock was hurled onto the ground. Barbamon cackled maniacally in celebration of his victory.
Elsewhere, Demi Wisemon as watched the destruction, he realized his friends were in serious jeopardy. "This isn't good!"
He used his powers to give the ANN crew a final command and that was to head to safety. As the only Warrior still standing, Demi Wisemon took to the battlefield. As he gazed upon the devastation, he could hear the Lord of Greed cackling with glee. His friends were lying motionless on the ground. In particular, May was not moving at all, despite his attempts to wake her up. Demi Wisemon feared they might not be alive after receiving such a brutal attack from their foe. The Lord of Greed noticed the newcomer and turned his attention to Demi Wisemon.
"Ah, so you finally show yourself," commented Barbamon. "I was afraid I wouldn't get to see the fool who unmasked me..."
"Barbamon, you've robbed people and destroyed their lives for far too long! It is time that someone stopped you and I am here to do it!"
"Bah, you think you can defeat me when the others couldn't? You're delusional!" said Barbamon. "...But if you insist, you can join your friends on the ground!"
Barbamon waved his staff and the eyes of the skull began to glow. A blast of negative energy flew out of the jewel which Demi Wisemon dodged. As the lidless eye looked behind, the attack punched a deep crater in to the ground. Demi Wisemon looked at the smoking blast hole with apprehension. He turned to Barbamon and fired a powerful blast of energy with the Evil Eye. The shot knocked Barbamon up the stairs of the Central Bank branch, but didn't seem to harm him at, despite digging a deep groove into the ground.
Barbamon rolled his head as though to shake off stiffness. "Not bad... But you'll have to do better than that to beat me!"
"I intend to!" retorted Demi Wisemon.
Barbamon fired a Pandemonium Lost which Demi Wisemon dodged. The Lord of Greed proceeded to levitate a metal beam and turned it into several bullets of steel. He shot the bullets out like a rapidly firing machinegun, but the eye of Metal protected himself with a pentagram-like shield of silver light. Demi Wisemon invoked the Eldritch Pentacle around Barbamon and it burst into a massive, silvery explosion of magical energy. The Warrior of Metal followed by levitating metal beams into the air and turning them into bullets like Barbamon did.
Barbamon merely deflected the bullets. "I think that's enough fun for one day!"
The Lord of Greed charged Death Lure, and then blasted Demi Wisemon into the ground with a massive Pandemonium Lost. The eye of Metal rolled along the ground until he slammed into a pile of rubble and turned into Max. "Sorry sis, I wasn't strong enough..." he muttered before falling into unconsciousness.
"He he he!" laughed Barbamon.
The Lord of Greed began to charge up energy for his most powerful spell yet. Dots of blue energy gathered into a flaming sphere at the tip of Death Lure. The core of energy grew ever larger until it reached critical mass. Barbamon released the energy as a massive fireball, the Pandemonium Lost, at the Warriors. At that moment, the eight-sided mirror in the Tome of Ancient Wisemon reacted! It glowed with silver light as it burst out of Max's backpack and into the path of the fireball. The mirror absorbed the fireball completely, leaving the Warriors and trainers unharmed.
Barbamon was stunned. "What?"
Max arose and held the mirror in his hands. "Barbamon, thank you for giving me this power. Now see the full power of Metal! Execute, Unified Spirit Evolution!"
Max thrust the eight-sided mirror into the air. It rose into the sky flanked by the Spirits of Metal and released endless bands of Fractal Code which entwined around him like a cocoon. Max turned into shiny metal and shattered into pieces. The shards melted into liquid and reformed itself into a large, octagonal, silver mirror that was elongated vertically. A set of green robes covered the mirror as a green scarf wrapped around a spectral head, covering it in darkness. Only a pair of green eyes glowed in the darkness. A staff with tipped with the Kanji of Metal formed in the Digimon's spectral right hand and a magical tome formed in the left.
"Arch Wisemon!"
-Digimon Analyzer
Name: Arch Wisemon
Attributes: Variable, Unified Hybrid, Steel/Psychic type
The eight-sided mirror has given the Warrior of Metal the magical knowledge to transcend the limits of the average Digimon. His mirror houses a gateway to other universes as well as a pocket dimension within his own body.
Special Abilities/Traits:
Hovering, inorganic, dimensional travel, teleportation, psionic, vision powers
Eldritch Invocation (None) - Arch Wisemon can perform magical feats by invoking the incantations listed in his book. These incantations create a decagram, or ten-pointed star, as a magical binding symbol.
Schrödinger's Cat (Steel) - Arch Wisemon throws his robes open to release a black metal panther from his chest mirror and attack his enemy.
"So, you think you've improved your chances?" asked Barbamon.
"I was going to ask if you if you think you can handle me now?" asked Arch Wisemon.
"Oooh, a confident one! Let's see how confident you are when I pound you into the ground once again!" retorted Barbamon.
Barbamon fired a Pandemonium Lost which Arch Wisemon casually watched fly at him. He suddenly flung his robes open, revealing the octagonal mirror that made his body. It absorbed the attack briefly, and then sent it flying back towards its sender. The Lord of Greed went crashing into an intact part of the Central Bank branch office's facade and smashed a hole into the wall. Barbamon emerged from the edifice and was not happy at all. In a fit of rage, he levitated a column of steel, turned it into bullets, and fired them at the Warrior of Metal.
Arch Wisemon made an Eldritch Invocation which drew a decagram into the air. Upon hitting the magical symbol, the bullets became lodged as though suspended midair by a supernatural force. He waved his staff and made the bullets vanish. Arch Wisemon invoked a second Eldritch Invocation which drew a decagram on the ground around Barbamon. Metal blades burst out of the ground and sliced into the body of the Demon Lord of Greed. Barbamon destroyed the blades by generating an invisible but potent magical force. He waved Death Lure and fired a blast of negative energy which Arch Wisemon deflected with magic of his own.
Barbamon was growing frustrated. "Grr... Come to me, my Metalmen! Come, my Gold, Silver, and Bronzemen! Purge these fools from my sight!"
Six puddles of liquid metal appeared on Barbamon's flanks and formed into Greek statues of muscular men. One was made entirely of gold, two were made of silver, and the last three were made of bronze. The Goldman was the one most familiar to Arch Wisemon, having fought one in the past. It was as tall as ever, being as big as a mature tree at over twenty feet tall. The Silvermen were simply silver versions of the Goldman, but not as tall, as they stood at about twelve feet in height. The shortest of the all as well as the most numerous were the Bronzemen, who were the size of an average man.
"If you're going to have friends help out, then I will too!" stated Arch Wisemon.
Arch Wisemon chanted an Eldritch Invocation. A silver decagram of light formed on the ground which then proceeded to spew magical energy into the air. The energy returned to the ground in the form of rain which was absorbed by the bodies of his friends. The power of Metal and magic filled the fallen Warriors with renewed energy, bringing them back to top fighting condition. The other Warriors and trainers picked themselves off the ground and dusted themselves off as they analyzed the situation.
"Max? Did you evolve?" asked May.
"Yeah sis, it was while you were knocked out. Everyone, get ready to fight! Fusion Evolve now!"
The other Warriors transformed into Reichmon, Dryamon, Maridmon, and Diamon. Machamp and Ninetails stepped forward in preparation to assist the battle against the Metalmen. Reichmon swooped into a Silverman and smashed him in the face with the length of his lance. Maridmon sprayed a jet of heavily pressurized water which took the second Silverman off of his feet and sent him hurtling into a building. The sea genie pursued her hapless opponent and delivered a water blast at point-blank range, sending him deeper into the ruins of the building.
Ninetails charged into battle with a Quick Attack. The golden fox struck a Bronzeman in the chest, staggering him backwards. Ninetails scurried around and tagged the golem with a second Quick Attack to the back of the shin. As the Bronzeman toppled over, a second one came at her and delivered a powerful kick, to which Brendan issued a command to dodge. After Ninetails landed to safety, she sprayed a jet of roaring, searing flames which reduced the Bronzeman to nothing but brown metallic goo.
Arch Wisemon released Schrödinger's Cat, which tackled the Demon Lord of Greed to the ground. After throwing the beast off, Barbamon got up. "Damn you! I'm getting out of here!" he cursed before cowardly disappearing into thin air.
Dryamon wrapped her Verdant Tendrils around the Goldman's neck from behind. As it struggled to break free, Diamon came in and delivered a series of bone-crushing blows to its body. As the Goldman leaned over in a daze, Dryamon released her hold, allowing Diamon to get the golem in a crushing head lock. Diamon proceeded to hoist the Goldman into the sky and slammed him into the ground. Not allowing the Goldman anytime to recuperate, Diamon clubbed the golem with his massive fists, punching a huge dent into the golem's head. Another punch followed, tearing the golem's head clean off of its shoulders and flattening it into a golden pancake.
Ninetails melted a Bronzeman into copper-coloured goo. "Phew, what a battle! With experience like that, I could sweep the Hoenn League!" commented Brendan.
"We won! Woohoo!" cheered Dryamon.