Here is another chapter~! :3 And I have a story cover up too~! :3 It is of Omnimon's emblem here. It is the Crest of Friendship with the points of the Crest of Courage, but this will become a golden color on his cape later on. The only thing that is not is the grey slash mark. :3

Opening Files: Monkey Fist

A former British aristocrat Monkey Faunus, Monkey Fist was once known as Monty Fiske, a well-known archaeologist and simian researcher from the 1800's. However, while on a mission to find a rare Beringel Grimm, Monty wound up falling into the Dark Substance pool nearby and emerged as a Fallen. Now imbued with greater abilities than a human, Monty went out to find the rarest artifacts in hopes of claiming their power for himself.

His new abilities, combined with his Faunus heritage, make Monkey Fist a real dangerous opponent, and that is not including his knowledge and mastery of the martial art known as Monkey Kung Fu, or his Semblance, Fist of the Monkey King. Of course, Sammael, seeing this new Fallen, took an interest in him and trained Monkey Fist to control his Fallen instincts, emerging from that test as a Nobel Class Fallen.

With his monkey-like feet, Monkey Fist is able to grasp things and catch his opponents off-guard, which serves him well in combat. When adding in his agility with his Monkey Kung Fu mastery, very few can beat him. Currently seeking a powerful shield called the Primate's Shield, said to be all but impenetrable to all attacks. Due to his skill and status as a Noble-class Fallen, it is advised that all Huntsmen and Huntresses seeking to capture him be of Class V. No lower classes are to engage him, lest they be killed by his own hands...and feet...

"Desires can be taken too far, and when they are, they become obsessions." TOM said as he closed the Monkey Fist file. "Seeking an ancient artifact for its power is one such thing." He pressed a button on his left armrest, showing Monkey Fist fighting Lowemon and Kazemon. "And when there are those who wish to stop a person's obsessions from getting too far, even with the best of intentions, they will be lashed out at by the person with said obsession."

TOM then looked at the camera before him. "Very few actually acknowledge said help when they are in the throes of an obsessive state. And then things can get out of hand." He then placed a hand on his left armrest, the other gesturing towards the screen again. "But it is up to the person with said obsessive tendencies to decide if they actually accept said help or not. For even those with the best of intentions can become an enemy to them."

GrimmFall

Kazemon watched as Major Glory hovered off the ground, keeping an eye on him. Using her own flight, she began to hover off the ground as well. The hero smiled before he flew in, arms out in front with one drawn back for a punch. Kazemon saw that and using her element to her advantage, flew to the side. The symbol of peace's move missed her by a few inches, which she used to spin around and kick Major Glory in the face.

He hovered back as Kazemon got ready to make her next move. Major Glory looked at her and unleashed his Star-Spangled Laser Vision on her, but the Warrior of Wind dodged it with the grace she was known for amongst her fellow warriors. Kazemon then unleashed one of her attacks. "HURRICANE WAVE!" The wind she called to her hands flew towards Major Glory, who was barely able to use his flight to fly above it. However, that was what the Digimon had been expecting. She used the wind attack to cover her movements, so when Major Glory hovered above the attack, she was waiting for him. Kazemon punched the major in the gut with her right hand, but Major Glory was quick to recover and counter by kicking her in the stomach.

The Warrior of Wind flew back into the wall and landed with a grunt on the ground. "Ugh..." Kazemon groaned as she rolled over, holding her stomach with one hand. Major Glory landed and walked over, a frown on his face.

"If you wish to survive against the Grimm and Fallen, you need to work on your attack power more." He lectured her as he held out a hand to the Digimon. Kazemon took his hand as he pulled her to her feet. "It would be best if you were to find some sort of weapon to offset the fact you lack attack power."

"But I've always been more about agility." Kazemon pointed out. "I'm not one of the most agile Digimon amongst our team for nothing."

Major Glory had to admit she did have a point, but he didn't dwell on it for long. "Still, at least give my words some consideration."

She sighed. "Alright..." Major Glory put a hand on her slumped shoulder, making Kazemon look back at him. A soft smile was on his face.

"I just want you to be able to hold your own." He assured her. "I would be devastated...if anything happened to the two of you..." He whimpered before wiping his eyes to hide the fact he had been about to cry.

Kazemon looked to Lowemon, who had a confused look that matched hers, before she turned back to Major Glory. "Why?" She asked. "Did something happen that upset you?"

Major Glory looked like he was about to cry again, but he pushed it aside and regained his composure. "That, I'm afraid, is something you do not need to know." He said with a sniff. "All that you two need to know is that the name Sammael is nothing you need to worry about." With that, he turned and walked off, but both Digimon caught his next words with their enhanced hearing, even though it was to himself and under his breath. "That Fallen is mine..."

Mystery Machine stop

Omnimon looked at Shannon as the two of them trained again, but this time in a field that was far from anyone nearby. They were currently in Oklahoma, and with the area being open as it was, they had the chance to see if Shannon could unlock her Aura and Semblance. The Royal Knight looked at Shannon as she concentrated, he eyes closed as she tried to tap the power of her Aura. For a moment, it seemed nothing was happening. Or it seemed that way until...

The Digimon perked up as he saw the flicker. It was faint, but it was there, It began to grow brighter and brighter until it flared into a shimmering silvery Aura. "Well done." He praised as Shannon opened her eyes to see she was surrounded by a silver Aura. She smiled.

"So this is my Aura color? Nice." She said as she looked herself over.

Omnimon walked over as she made her Aura go dormant. "So, how does it feel to have your Aura awakened?"

"It feels great." Shannon replied with a grin. "Now I can at least defend myself."

A chuckle escaped the Digimon. "True." He then looked at her again. "Now that you have your Aura awakened, I do believe your Semblance will follow suit."

Shannon's face lit up like a Christmas tree at his words, making the Digimon laugh again.

This was going better than she had hoped after all...

Denver, Colorado

Agunimon sighed as he finished setting up a trap for Dracon. As it was, the rope he knew wouldn't hold the Gundam's weight, so after some exploring around, he had found an old mill that had some strong cable inside it, and took that with him so he would have something that would actually be able to support the Dragon of Denver's full load. He leaned back against a tree, slumped on the ground. The Digimon eyed his handiwork, seeing the cable that had been wrapped in the rope as a covering for the cable itself.

If Dracon thought it was just mere rope, he had another thing coming, the Warrior of Flame mused to himself with a smirk. Standing up, the Digimon covered the snare with grass and other forestry plant life, including some tree leaves. Once he was certain it was out of sight, Agunimon then moved into the brush, making sure he was completely covered by it and out of sight. Or so he thought.

Much to his surprise, Dracon's hand breached his hiding spot and pulled the Legendary Warrior out from the bush he had been hiding in. Dracon smirked in his optics. "Nice try." He said. "But I could see you quite clearly in that brush."

Growling, Agunimon tried to hit Dracon's hand away, but the Gundam didn't let go and instead caught his right hand on his own metallic one. But what Dracon didn't see was a nasty surprise waited for him when he did that. As soon as he caught the Digimon's hand, there was a searing pain in his left servo, namely the palm section. Dracon gasped as he dropped the Warrior of Flame, clutching at his damaged hand. Sparks flew from it as oil dripped down from the damaged area, a neat cut that had been made by some kind of blade...! Looking up in sudden realization, Dracon saw what had done the damage to his left servo. Glinting in the light was the Tri-Knife he had given Agunimon, but it was attached to his right gauntlet...underneath where his right palm was!

Dracon could see the blade was covered in his mech fluid slightly, and he had to admit, he hadn't even seen that one coming. "Well, that was quite the nasty surprise..." He muttered to himself. "I didn't see that one coming at all."

"Heh...that was the idea." Agunimon admitted with a smirk. Dracon then realized if he had one knife on his person in such a manner, then the second one was some place similar. 'But where?' Dracon thought as he scanned the Warrior of Flame's form for any sign of it. Safe to say, he didn't see it, which meant there was a second nasty surprise in waiting.

He retreated into the woods, making Agunimon follow after him. But the Digimon lost the Gundam's form in the thick woods, which given those glowing spots on his frame, wasn't an easy thing to do. A growl escaped the Warrior of Flame, only for Dracon to get the jump on him. Agunimon yelped as Dracon landed on him, holding something in his hand. At once, the Warrior of Flame realized what was going on as he felt Dracon move his arms behind his back, only to feel the cold touch of a wire wrapping itself around his wrists, binding his hands firmly behind his back. The Dragon of Denver then proceeded to do the same with his feet, firmly wrapping the same wire around his ankles so the Digimon was effectively trapped. Dracon moved off of Agunimon, looking down at him in what had to be a smug manner.

"Let's see how well you can get out of a situation where you are held prisoner now." He said. A growl escaped Agunimon, completely disgusted at himself for not relying on his Digimon senses to catch Dracon in the area before this had happened. Dracon smirked mentally as he watched the Warrior of Flame squirm around before he grabbed the warrior and hefted him over his shoulder. He carried Agunimon into the old mill that the Digimon had found earlier, only to dump him onto the wood floor of an old storage room. This earned the Dragon of Denver a grunt from the Digimon, but he paid it no heed. He stood up and eyed the Warrior of Flame before him. "You have three hours to escape from here." Dracon said. "If you can't get out in that time frame, we'll need to see about fixing that." With that, he stood up and turned to leave. But before he did, he stopped and looked back. "Oh, and you can't use your fire-based attacks in this place, unless you want to burn yourself alive." Dracon added before left and shut the door, making sure it was locked.

San Diego

Daffy and Bugs went about their normal days, but with the exception of making sure Beetlemon and Lobomon were kept busy. Already the Warrior of Light was halfway through a set of books on how to battle against Grimm while the Warrior of Thunder was studying up on the effects of Dust against Grimm. The two Digimon had been surprised that their attacks were considered effective against the Grimm, but as effective as they were, the two still needed more than just their attacks. No, they also needed weapons. Or rather, Beetlemon did. He was currently looking at some possible weapon designs, but none seemed to fit him.

What the Warrior of Thunder wanted was a weapon that would give him something similar to his most powerful attack, Thunder Fist, but without being too heavy or looking like a brass knuckle in a glove form. No, what he wanted was a ranged weapon. But none caught his eye, as most were either shotguns, or rifles, or even pistols and machine guns. What Beetlemon sought was a hand-gun, but not a pistol.

"What can I use as a possible weapon...?" He wondered aloud as Bugs came up and peered at some weapon designs.

"Need a bit of help, doc?" He joked, making the Warrior of Thunder roll his green eyes.

"Haha..." He snarked back. "Very funny, pal."

Bugs just grinned a cheeky grin before reached over and flipped through a few pages. "You want a particular weapon?"

"Yeah. Something that is ranged, but not a shot-gun, rifle, machine gun, or pistol." The Digimon replied as Bugs frowned a bit before he saw one that caught his eye.

"Hmm..." He mused before pointing at it. "What about that one?"

Beetlemon looked down, only to see where the resort owner was pointing, and at what weapon. He eyed it curiously, as though he was considering it as a possible choice. It wasn't a pistol, but had the look of a weapon from his home universe. It was very familiar in look, and the title of it was Colt M1911A1 Pistol. However, it didn't look like the average pistol that seemed to have the rotating round holder, which was a good thing. In fact, it was exactly what the Warrior of Thunder wanted for a weapon. "I think that's exactly what I need." He said as Bugs grinned.

"Well, I think I can get you that as well as some yellow Dust, or electric Dust." The resort owner said. He then showed the Digimon another weapon, but one that was based on a taser this time. "And this one is good for charged Dust shots with yellow Dust." Bugs added. "And on the plus side, both are easily concealable too."

Beetlemon grinned at this. "Well, that's even better!" He exclaimed as Bugs laughed.

"It sure is." The rabbit Mobian agreed.

Denver, Colorado

Agunimon grunted as he squirmed against the wire that was wrapped around his wrists and ankles, but to no avail. As it was, because the material being used to restrain him was wire and therefore metallic in nature, it meant that he couldn't use his hidden knife to simply cut his bonds. The wire also had the ends wrapped together and out of reach, so he couldn't just undo them. With the wrapped together ends facing upwards, he had no means to get at them without hurting himself seriously.

The Digimon wriggled around a bit more, trying to get the wire within reach of his hands, but it wasn't meant to be. The ends of the wire around his wrists were just too far to get a good grab on. Finally, after about an hour of trying to get at the wire ends, he sighed and stopped squirming around. He had two hours left to try and get out, but there was no feasible way to escape from a situation like this. He gritted his teeth in frustration. If Dracon had used a lock and chains, then he could have picked the lock with his knife and escaped, but no, the Gundam just had to use wire!

Glancing back over his shoulder, Agunimon frowned at the sight of the wire around his wrists. There was no way he could just use his flame-based attacks, because it would just heat up the wire and therefore burn him. 'Or would it...?' That thought crossed his mind as he gained a thoughtful expression on his face. Gritting his teeth, Agunimon struggled a bit more, trying to move his hands around so he could use his flame manipulation he had just found out about to his advantage. After all, as the Warrior of Flame, didn't that mean he was protected from being hurt by his own element? It certainly seemed that way when he first fought against Dracon at full power...

Taking the chance, the Digimon focused on his power over fire, concentrating on making the wire hot enough so it could be bendable. Or he tried to before he yelped, or more like screamed, at the searing heat that lanced across his wrists. His concentration broken, the wire cooled down quite quickly, making the Warrior of Flame pant from the sheer agony he felt from those slight burns he had given himself. Opening his blue eyes slightly, Agunimon instantly regretted making such a dumb move. He was sure he was going to pass out from the pain he was feeling. Closing his eyes again, he felt tears run down his cheeks, no doubt from the pain he was feeling. He wound up just laying there, not even bothering to attempt to escape again, feeling the pain which refused to go away. Agunimon was sure he would have scars on his wrists from that move he had tried to pull, the pain was that bad. However, he knew he was on a time limit, so he had to get out before he was made to go through this again and again! That seemed to give the Warrior of Flame the motivation to move, as he opened his eyes again and looked back at the wire around his wrists once more. 'Okay...so heating up the wire didn't work...' Agunimon thought to himself before he realized something. If he couldn't heat up the wire to get it to bend, maybe he could find a way to move the wire ends down towards his hands!

At once, he mentally smacked himself for not making that realization earlier. He was such an idiot! Then again, he mused grimly, thinking had never been his strong suit really. No, he was more of the type to just charge in without a plan, using his combat prowess to overcome his enemies instead of using strategy to win his battles. Looking around, the Digimon tried to spot anything that could do the job, only for his sharp blue eyes to land on an old crate side that was partially open, partially nailed shut. With the open part sticking out towards him, it seemed to be perfect. Smirking to himself now, the Warrior of Flame managed to get himself near it. Once in position, Agunimon grunted as he jammed the crate opening's edge between the wire ends and his gauntlets, effectively pushing it towards his hands, slowly but surely. There was a slip though, and the crate opening's edge slipped away from the wire's ends. Agunimon almost swore at that when he realized the ends were near his hands now!

Grunting as he moved his hands so they were facing the wire ends, he managed to snatch them at last. The Digimon felt a grin cross his lips at that as he began to unwind the wire ends. Once they were undone, he was then able to start unwinding the wire from around his wrists, albeit with some difficulty. Still, after about twenty minutes, he was able to get the wire off from around his wrists at long last. Now with his hands free, Agunimon was able to undo the wire around his ankles. Finally freed, he stood up and looked around the room. He knew the door was locked, so that was out...! Looking at his hidden knife, the Digimon grinned at the thought that crossed his mind.

GrimmFall

Lowemon panted as he looked back at where Kazemon was training. She was taking Major Glory's words to heart and trying to improve her attack power, as well as use new moves. But sadly, it wasn't going so well. He had been her training partner until a few minutes ago, when he had decided to bow out due to feeling like he was about to return to human state. As it was, he wasn't sure if they could evolve once that happened, so it was best to hold off for the time being. That being said, he had backed out of training and was now resting. The Digimon rested against the wall as he closed his red eyes.

His mind drifted back to his brother and his other friends, wondering if they were in this new world with them. And if they were, were they alright? He wished he knew...

Dimension O-000

The sun shone down on the large white mansion that was in the middle of the nation's capital, the familiar flag flying outside it.

Inside the massive building, a woman walked into the Oval Office, sitting down. She had brown hair pulled back in a braid that went down to her middle back, green eyes, and tan skin while she wore a dark blue suit with a red tie, and had on her left shoulder an emblem that had been seen before by TOM. A computer at her desk beeped and she looked over. An email was opened, revealing the contents to her.

A frown crossed her face as she read it. "So...this new dimension has the technology to try to penetrate into ours." She mused with a smirk at that point. "Well, it seems our own dimensional knowledge is being tested." Her smirk grew at that idea. "If that is how they want to play, we can play the same way."

Her smirk faded as she contacted someone. "I would like to make sure all dimensional jammers are active, save for around those dimensions we have already visited." She instructed. "No one is to get into this place without difficulty."

The line closed, she leaned back and looked out at the sun shining overhead. While the sky looked bright and cheery, she knew that was not always the case.

Just then, her computer beeped again. Up came an image she knew all too well. It was the Admiral from the Union. His dark blue hair and green eyes were hard to miss. "What brings you to contact me, Admiral?" She asked.

"You know well why, President." The Admiral countered. "We had another near attempt."

"I see." The President mused as she looked back at the flags in her office. "It was not successful?"

"No." The Admiral replied. "It failed the moment the wormhole opened. The dimensional hole collapsed in on itself."

"Good." The President said as she leaned back and looked at his image. "We don't need any successful attempts to draw any of our citizens into that dimension until we are ready."

"That's just it." The Admiral said, worry in his tone. "It may happen before we are ready."

The President sighed. "So...that is how soon it will be when one of ours gets sucked in there?"

"Unfortunately, yes." The Admiral admitted. "We can't predict exactly when it will happen, but we know it is coming."

This did not bode well for them, the President mused to herself. "I see." She mused. Then, she sighed. "Very well. Proceed with the preparations."

"He's already suggested that." The Admiral said. "And we're mobilizing so we don't get caught off-guard."

She nodded. "Good. Keep me informed." With that, the image of the Admiral winked out.

Agunimon's training with Dracon continues as Lowemon and Kazemon train after their fights with Major Glory while Beetlemon and Lobomon study up on Grimm fighting and possible weapons to boost their skills just as Omnimon finally helps Shannon unlock her Aura, but is her Semblance going to be one she can handle? Read on to find out! :3