A/N: Well, this chapter was fun! This arc ends after the next update, so look forward to arc 3! Otherwise known in the planning stages as when things get insane! Enjoy and let me know what you think! :D
Also, as a note of celebration, sometime between Sept 30th and Oct 2nd, Light passed 50k in hits! And for me, that means a lot. So, in celebration, I am doing two things! One is that I am working on some cover art for the series. And two! There is a fic in planning stages in celebration of this. It will probably be released on the one-year anniversary of Light. Or earlier, depending on when it is finished. Still haven't quite decided what it is yet. But until then, we have this one and Bewailing, which, if you haven't looked at, please do!
That's it, here we go!
2-6
Yamato shouts his brother's name to get his attention and Takeru doesn't seem to hear through the roar of the light that is turning the clearing into nothing more than blindness.
Then, just as quickly as it formed, the light recedes, forming an archangel with white wings that hovers in front of Pinocchimon, purple blade extended from the bracelet at one wrist. His expression is grim and cool in the silent air and he lunges for Pinocchimon, who raises his hammer to counter…
Until WarGreymon hit him in the face.
"Yeaaah!" Taichi is jumping up and down, fists waving in the air, brown eyes brlliant scarlet and Crest burning. "Did you forget we're a team, ya tin can?" he whoops. "There's more of us and we can all fight! We're all gonna!"
What kind of team are we? Yamato almost spits the disgruntled thought out but stops himself, taking the opportunity to join his brother and examine him. To his surprise, Takeru instantly squirms away from him, going to watch Hikari floating above them. Her eyes are almost like the heat of stars and she is holding Plotmon under one arm. The too-red lips widen into another smile and Yamato's heart lurches.
It's always her…
"Yamato!" Sora's warning is too late for when MetalGarurumon knocks him down, a Trump Sword embedded in his spine. The direct hit makes his partner howl and he flickers, devolving to Tunomon and hitting the ground, bleeding still.
Pinocchimon grins with triumph and swings his hammer back and forward, sending the angel into WarGreymon. and sending bullets into their chests and kicking up smoke. When it clears, two battered Babies lie in the dirt, unmoving. Taichi and Takeru bolt to their side as the other children return, huddled together behind the few Digimon capable of standing.
Piemon floats to them. His eye is fixed on them and two swords are in hand and the rumbling from the sky and ground has started again, two cannon barrels aimed at their heads.
We're going to die.
The fear grips them all and then Hikari lets out a soft giggle. The sky begins to crackle as white and red light gathers in wisps around her scythe.
"The game can't end this soon," she says, and she swings.
The air bursts like an overfilled rain cloud and the Chosen are left blind and in pain, and then the light devours them until the clearing is empty of humans and Digimon alike.
Once again, all is quiet.
And Hikari laughs.