A/N: Three updates in one day. I think I should get a medal.
Xros-Hero, I'm glad you liked it. I hope this part doesn't ruin the final battle for you.
Verran, this fic slowly starts to make sense. And no, this isn't an alternate reality. Yuu's plea stops Taiki from killing him for a moment. I'll look for that technical thing soon. Thanks!
XXXIII. Clash
"Let the hearts resonate once more."
Darkness Bagramon smiled in the darkness, releasing a burst of blue fire. "Alone, I have the strength of many." He stepped forward towards the golden light, unafraid. He seemed even amused at the prospect of someone even trying to oppose him in that way. "I will create the new world, where all will be better than they are."
"Like hell you will!" Shoutmon's voice was clear, almost calm even, in the face of these words. The flame touched at the light and vanished, swallowed by it even. "There are a lot of futures riding on this, you bastard!"
"No one wants you as their king," Nene intoned softly. "No one."
"Not even you," Kiriha agreed.
Their Xros Loaders burned at their fingers, harshly enough for them to fall from their hands and hit the ground, burning rainbow and white. Taiki nodded at them, even as Yuu yelped and dropped his own. "Look," Taiki said in a reverent awe. "Look what you guys have done."
As white wings formed from Shoutmon's back, they did manage to look away from the golden light and see tears forming in the sky. Down Digimon fell, falling toward the goliath that was charging at Bagramon with a large mic. The two struck at each other back and forth, as the golden machine took form. Even as Darkness Bagramon grew to match it, the smirk in his eyes never faded. "My conviction is stronger than yours."
Yuu stepped forward. "That's probably so." He picked up his Xros Loader again. "But your convictions against all of our ideals... your one resolve against ours... I've never been proficient at confirming quantity against quality with you, but I do believe you have no chance."
Shoutmon pulled his mic from Bagramon's hand and swung the pointed end toward the bony palm. It was yanked out of the air and almost thrown aside. Shoutmon only snorted and punched Bagramon hard in the face. The angel stumbled back. "Had enough? Cause I have." A blade began to form, pur white and beautiful in vivid song.
"To the victor goes the spoils then," Darkness Bagramon said with a small, mocking smile.
Taiki stepped back, away from the others. He closed his eyes and began to imagine one more time. "Indeed they do, sir. Indeed they do. Serial Link: Initiate."
The spoils are already mine.