XXXIV. Peace
"It makes mockery of us all."
Serial XL: Recollection
Serial L: Melody
Serial CVIII: Time-Space
Link Program: Reality Warp
Taiki concentrated on these three numbers, these three of the one-hundred-and-eight powers that made up the Code Crown. These would do more than complete the mission of the Final Xros. Quite frankly, the others could do that themselves. He hoped Bagramon enjoyed the irony.
Master, this is possibly the most convoluted use of me you have invoked yet.
Enjoying it?
Only minutely.
Taiki sighed, almost a noiseless motion. "You are so difficult to please." He looked up as Bagramon's bone hand glowed a dark violet. "As is he to accept defeat." He smiled again.
"God of Death Snatcher!" Shoutmon pinwheeled back, standing on his back foot. He snorted.
"You're going to have to try harder than that! There are a lot of souls here to take, bastard. Course..." He charged, swinging his mic in a downward slash. "Ain't making it that easy! Final Xros Blade!" A golden blade extended from the mic and he swung towards the human arm. Bagramon reached for the blade, his bone hand clasping at the blade and throwing it toward the side. He hissed in sharp pain, the formerly grey palm burned black.
Shoutmon grinned, barely keeping hold of the mic. "Didn't like that now, did ya?"
Bagramon said nothing, his wings preparing to flap. "Eternal-"
"Eternal this." The large Digimon thrust the mic forward as Bagramon brought his wings down, stabbing the dark angel through the chest.
Yuu gaped. "That... that was-"
"The weakness of a swordsman," Zenjirou began quietly. "Or in the enemy of equal strength, is when he attacks. Well done."
X7 removed the blade, before lifting it high over his head and slicing down. Akari winced and Nene shook her head. "A bit far, that."
"We need to be sure," Kiriha said firmly. "He's dead. We have to be sure he's dead."
Bagramon did not scream. He merely let out a croak of pain as the blade sank into his head. Then he rasped. "Your round." Light lifted into the sky from him, turning his form transparent and slowly, Darkness Bagramon vanished, his whisper of a voice lingering in their ears.
"Was my ideal... truly so entrenched in folly?"
"No," Taiki hummed. "It just doesn't suit anyone but you."
That was the difference, in the end.
All for one, and one for all.