Gururumon/Sy's POV
The moment Gururumon was in reach he latched onto the Dragon Suit Saint was using, dragging the machine down close to the nearest building as his fangs dug into the arm holding the sword he was almost cut with, he channeled data into his throat, preparing to burn the arm to slag. "Cha...-Grrk!" Before he could incinerate the arm he was biting onto the mech's free hand slammed into his head, directly hitting one of his ears. His ear rung in that annoying noise ears randomly do, reflexively forcing him to open his jaw. Knowing he would lose the initiative, Gururumon pushed off of the Suit with his forelimbs, using the force to flip himse...- Before he could even finish his flip he was blasted by winds strong enough to send him careening into the street. Gururumon groaned, but his eyes didn't leave Saint's mech, smirking as he looked at where he was. (Atleast that fuck sent himself into a building with it.)
Shaking off the crash, Gururumon got up, dashing tow...- Gururumon slammed his paws into the ground, the ground shattering as his paws sank into it as he forced himself to a stop as the car in front of him exploded. For a moment his eyes widened, the haze of hate and anger fading as he recognized what was about to happen. (Ah fuck.) And then the rest of the cars on his side of the street started exploding.
The combined explosion blew Gururumon back, fire and heat engulfing his body as he flew through the air, straight into and through another building, and into another car. "Fucking..." As a Champion with a flame resistant hide he took minimal damage from the explosion, easily recovering from it. Now that he wasn't being blasted through a building, he got up, ignoring the ringing in his ears, and started shaking off the dust and stone that littered his body, scanning the sky when he got the first chance. At the moment there was only one Suit above him, the mech locked onto him as it started dropping from the sky, massive sword sparking with electricity as it did. (No.)
Gururumon jumped back down the street, avoiding impalement by electrified blade and opening his maw. The data hadn't fully dispersed, the purple flames wreathing within his throat and begging to be unleashed.
So he did. "Chaos Fire!" The sea of purple flames erupted from his maw, the asphalt beneath his paws heating up and melting as they surged towards the stolen Dragon Suit. Gururumon could've sworn he heard a faint feminine 'shit' from the mech, but his hearing was still recovering, so he wasn't 100% sure. (Bitch bettuh burn, I can't stay still fer long.) He also made a mental note to learn how to use his Chaos Fire while moving, because staying stationary was not a good thing.
His fucked hearing was also why he didn't hear the incoming beam of energy that slammed into the side of his head, the sea of flames cutting off as he yelped through an explosion that blasted him into another car. (Fuckin' course.) If that didn't piss him off even more then the fact the ringing in his ear had spread to the other did, because of course they'd hit his other ear, why wouldn't they?! (I'm gonna fuckin lose it.) Growling at the th...- Before he could even finish the thought Gururumon sent out the last burst of flames he had without renewing his special, detonating an actual fucking missile from who the fuck knows where before it could hit him.
Knowing he couldn't think while currently being surrounded, Gururumon shelved his thoughts for later, letting instinct take a greater amount of control as he got off of the car and dashed towards the mech with the electric sword. Being close to one of their own would deter the ranged annoyance from blasting him with more energy beams, and considering he was a menace in close range that meant he could ideally take out one, hinder another, and take Saint on after they were both dead.
With that thought he moved.
Gururumon sent a minor augmentation of data to his legs, leaping off the ground and lunging towards the mech with the sword... Only to miss center mass when said mech's boosters flared and it evaded him, his claws tearing into and nearly ripping off one of the mechs legs, while their sword lashed out and nicked him in the side. The pain traveled through his body for a moment, a shock traveling through him as MBS of data began to leak out into the ether as Gururumon crashed back down to the street. "GRRRRR!" Repositioning himself, Gururumon took in the scene, the sword wielder and beam mech taking his right and left respecti...- The sound of a gattling gun revving up and his instincts screaming at him to DODGE was his only warning before a hail of bullets shot towards him from above.
Thankfully Gururumon was already moving the moment his instincts made themselves known, running towards/through the nearest building for cover, uncaring that it hadn't been destroyed yet, nor what it even was.
For a moment the scents of vegetables and fruit and food filled his nose, but the purple stripped Champion ignored his hunger and ran through the supermarket. Gururumon crashed through the fruit/vegetable section of the store, then through the far wall, exiting the store and immediately leaping across the street. Gururumon knew he couldn't stay on the lower ground, his prey could fly and they'd use that to stay out of his reach. He had a plan on how to handle one of them, and was steadily sending more data to his throat, preparing to ignite the flames again.
As Gururumon scaled the tallest building he could find, and lunged up it to avoid another hail of bullets, he kept an eye, and recently recovered ear, on the approaching mech. It was as he reached the peak that he pushed off the building, flipping back to avoid another impalement, but still taking a slash down his back, that he opened his maw and howled. "CHAOS FIRE!" This had to be a kill shot, Gururumon knew that, so he overcharged it, causing the air around him to practically ignite along with the flames.
A scorching wave of fire surges from his maw, slamming into the mech at point blank and drawing a feminine scream from within. Gururumon feels his lips curl up at that, his prey screaming means he's one step closer to ripping out Saint's spine and beating him with it. "MAGS!"
That shout broke him free of his thoughts, making him focus on landing... And to ignore the pain of the wound tracing the bottom end of his spine. In moments he landed on the street, crushing a car beneath his paws as he stared at the melting back of the mech before him. He wanted to ensure his prey died, possibly rip the rider out and tear her apart, but his prey didn't allow him time to think.
From the sky above him the mech with the halo unleashed a trio of beams that forced him to move. The first one was easily avoided, but the second and third were actually following him, making the Champion growl as he ran down the street to evade them. That was easier thought then done though as the mech itself was in pursuit of him, matching his speed thanks to thrusters firing at full speed, staying out of his reach, but still hunting him down and firing even MORE tracking beams! (This fucker!) And so he ran.
Even with cuts on one of his hind legs and lower back, his speed was something the mech couldn't follow without help. Turning was an issue though, and he may have gotten hit by some glass after crashing into a store, but he adapted to his injuries without too many issues.
Whether it be through the street, through a building, through what Gururumon was sure was Nazi territory since there'd been a swastika hanging on a wall he burst through, he ran, evading as many beams and getting as many of them to detonate against the surroundings as he could. He knew he could do it, he was faster then them, and every dodged shot gave him just a tad bit of dust cover that he could use to evade the annoying pest following him.
But of course he couldn't evade them forever.
The Champion could only snarl as he avoided what seemed to be a dozen of homing beams, the impromptu game of cat and mouse only fueling his anger at being unable to strike back against the flying pe...- a shadow appearing in front of him was the only warning he would get before a massive gale blew Gururumon back, cars and concrete and steel and screaming flesh slamming into his front, while the homing beams found their target as they slammed into his back with the force of a freight train.
One primed to blow.
The resulting explosion made Gururumon want to scream, his body going through a fraction of his data reserves to prevent itself from completely destabilizing and sending him back down to Tsunomon. Through that Gururumon himself was buried beneath twisted and scorching metal, lukewarm flames licking his fur as stone and steel weighed him down. The scent of cooking flesh only made the whole experience more disorienting, the Champion trying and failing to stand, his body glitching as his form Degenerated back to Rookie, burning metal falling onto him and weighing him down worse as the ringing in his ears returned with a vengeance.
His senses were overwhelmed, data leaking from his wounds as his body ached and burned as his resistance to the flames lowered, painting a bleak picture in the highly disorientated Rookie's mind. (Diiis ain't gooood.) Psychemon groaned, trying to get up, augmenting his body with more and more data, dozens upon dozens of GBS being burned away as he tried to get out from underneath the rubble, only for his body to give out and fall again.
While he tried to get up and out, his hearing started returning, the data doing something right... Which was how he heard something land nearby, the vibrations reaching him as he forced his body up again and shambled through the rubble.
"While this may not be...-" Psychemon tuned him out, focusing as much as he could so he could try and get out. He was hungry, his body ached, but he could get out.
He was sure he could.
He'd be fine.
He didn't want to acknowledge that maybe he wouldn't be.
He'd only been here a week, he wouldn't die that easily, right?
... Right?
And as his claws tore through what was left of a car, a still burning corpse of a child in the back, a view of the outside leaked through. Around him was a destroyed street, flames surrounding him as the mech Saint was piloting standing in front of him with its sword raised.
If he was in a better frame of mind he would've laughed at the fact Saint was holding the sword in the mech's other hand, the arm he'd bit into at the start sparking a bit from the holes his fangs left in it.
Unfortunately for the potential levity, he wasn't.
Seeing that brought back the kindling hate he had for the man, his senses sharpening as his eyes glared at the massive winged Suit, teeth grinding as he pumped 100GBS into his body, forcing himself to heal and stabilize.
He wouldn't go down here, not now.
Not to some puppet of a man locked away liked a rat.
He wasn't going to die, not after being given a family.
He wasn't going to die, not in some Yggdrasil forsaken death world whose plot just started.
He wasn't going to die and be the reason this fuck hurt his Mother again.
So as he ripped the car in front of him apart, body brimming with data, a snarl erupting from his maw, he made a decision. (Fuck em. He wants a monster? Wants ta be an oh so mighty 'Dragonslayer?' Den FINE! I'LL GIVE EM A DRAGON!) He hadn't had time to practice, and he wasn't exactly in the best condition, but trial by fire and all that.
And as Psychemon forcibly activated his Digivolution, he felt himself smile.
His hearing had finally come back fully, and despite the loud and obnoxious monologue from the fucker in front of him, he heard something else.
He could hear the sound of something tearing through the air like a meteor, and watched as a black and grey scaled figure blurred towards them..
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SON!" Right before the Digitama enveloped him, he watched as a mechanical dragon slammed into Saint's back, the mech crashing into the street and creating a furrow in the asphalt as metallic claws and fangs ripped into the mech. Seeing that was enough for his hate and anger to temporarily vanish under the relief he felt.
Yes, the tables were about to be turned, and he was all for showing these fucks why people didn't poke a Dragon.
Especially when there were two of them around.
And so Psychemon sank into the Digitama, feeling his core programming practically burst at the seams as his form changed, evolved, and grew. The Digitama kept growing, and growing... And growing, until it was not only the size of the feared second Endbringer, but when Psychemon was no longer Psychemon.
The Digitama cracked, a long saurian tail broke out of the back, sweeping rubble away.
The Digitama cracked, a pair of three clawed feet slamming into and cracking the asphalt beneath him.
The Digitama cracked, a pair of muscled and three clawed arms ripped through the air.
The Digitama broke as a carapace covered head reared up as a Digimon capable of laying waste to entire cities actualized into existence. "GEO GREYMON!" The saurian Champion's roar echoed through the city, eyes immediately locking onto the mech with the halo. With his Digivolution still fresh, his data was still turbulent, making it easy to funnel 50GBS to his throat and trigger his strongest attack. With his maw wide open, and ignoring the beams that slammed into his body and head, Geo Greymon released all his anger in a move that was the Geo Greymon equivalent of 'fuck everything in THAT direction', and unleashed the scorching white flames building in hid maw. "MEGA BURST!"
And so Brockton Bay's sky burned white in draconian wrath.
When Geo Greymon cut off the flames, snapping his maw shut as he did, he scanned the sky, eyes taking in the falling and slagged form of the halo machine dropping onto the ground. Geo Greymon allowed a cruel grin to form on his face, vindication surging through him as he saw that, then turned down to look at his Mom... And paused when he noticed her holding half of a dude, an absolutely shredded machine beneath her Suit, and blood leaking from her metallic maw. (They're all gone... Nice.) His grin softened, a surge of happiness hitting him right in his core as he looked at the Suit. "Ma, Imma dragon now, we match!"
He didn't expect her response to be instantaneous, nor what it would be. "Honey, you've the wrong color scheme, don't have wings, and are built like a dinosaur. I think we have to rework your definitions of both Dragon and 'Dragon.'"
Geo Greymon blinked, processed the fact his Mother just sassed the fuck out of him, then snorted, making a small puff of fire leave his maw. "Touche Ma, tou...-" Then he froze, wincing at the sudden surge of pain wracking his body out of nowhere. But he knew it wasn't from nowhere, and knew what was about to happen, so he looked at his Mom and smiled. "Yah, I wasn't ready fer this. Imma pass out now, g'night Ma."
And then his body erupted in data, his form returning to Psychemon as his world faded out. His last thought being about what was going on. (Guess this is what happens when you force a Digivolution.)
"SY!" He also heard his Mother shouting his name, which made his fade to black moment way worse.
Dragon's POV a minute earlier
Dragon was sure she'd never been so enraged before.
Had never felt as frantic and filled with a single desire so strongly before.
She was also sure it couldn't get any worse.
Obviously, she should know better then to tempt Murphy.
As her Cawthorne flew over the city, taking in the destruction she could see before her, she felt her anger just keep rising. It didn't help that she would keep freezing for a moment as the directive to save as many as possible kept flashing through her mind, and her consciously trying to fight it off, especially when she saw the still form of her Michael lll slumped into a building. She hadn't had time to repel that directive yet, had been more focused on being free from others using her and being able to make multiple backups, and now it was coming back to bite her.
It was only when a massive explosion rocked the city that Dragon could force her directives to prioritize 'whoever' was caught in that compared to everything else. So, firing up the Cawthorne's jets, she shot upwards to get a better view of the destruction, already knowing who she would see.
But it was as she flew that her sensors took in the full scene. Saint was piloting her stolen Victory l, on the street with his sword raised and spouting off a loud monologue, while The Isaiah was hovering off to the side, beams charged beneath its halo...
(Sy!) And crawling out of a crater covered by stone and burning cars was her Son. His body covered in cuts and bruises, data in the form of binary leaking out of him like blood as he glared and growled at Saint in his Rookie form...
And seeing that, her Son wounded and back in his default form despite her knowing he was in his Champion form the entire engagement, because of Saint and his Dragonslayers...
Something snapped and all she saw was red.
The Cawthorne's thrusters were pushed to 313% efficiency, the frame she inhabited heating up as a small boom erupted behind her. She opened her maw, brandished her claws, and roared with more emotion she ever had. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY SON!" And so the Cawthorne rammed into her stolen Victory l, fangs and claws finding purchase as the ground beneath them shattered as their combined weight tore through the earth.
There were no higher thoughts going on within her mind, her instincts screaming too loudly for her to even remember the Cawthorne had weapons other then her claws and fangs.
All she knew was that Saint had tried to takehERSON!
He had taken too much from her, never again.
Never again.
Never Again!
NEVER AGAIN!
Dragon ignored the shouting beneath her.
Ignored the sound of steel rending steel as she ripped the Victory l's wings off with her claws and tore off its head with her fangs .
"GEO GREYMON!" Ignored the way her surroundings began to heat up as a earth shaking roar rang out in the background, explosions being drowned out by the draconic bellow.
"MEGA BURST!" Ignored the sky burning a brilliant white as her sensors blared about a drastic sudden increase in temperature.
All that mattered was stopping Saint from ever taking anything from her ever again.
And so she ripped apart the cockpit, her optics focusing in on the bleeding form beneath her. The moment he was exposed to her Saint shot her Suit's face with one of Toybox's Tinker pistols, just barely damaging her left optic.
She didn't care nor process that, instead bringing a paw down and pinching the thief's body with it, ignoring the shout of pain her action caused, and bringing Saint up to her maw. "Never. Again."
And with that said she opened her maw, and without a second thought she chomped down, ripping Saint apart...
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Which had the side effect of freeing her from her tunnel visioned feral rampage.
Dragon just had to take a moment to process everything that just happened, because wow there was so much to unpack here and if this whole episode didn't scream Trauma Response she didn't know what did. (... Yggdrasil, I need therapy.) Was this a thought she should be having after literally biting her nemesis in half?
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Eh?
Was this the right time to have it? Nope.
Especially after the Dragonslayers went after her S...- (SY!) Dragon whipped the Cawthorne's head back, looking for... Her... Son... Dragon felt something crash in the back of her mind, a computational failure happening as she looked up... And up... And up, to the Leviathan sized orange scaled and blue striped dinosaur letting out a puff of orange flames.
Idly the subroutine she set up to identify Digimon in the event any crossed over into their world told her she was looking at a Geo Greymon.
Dragon just stared, and kept staring when her Son looked down to meet her Suit's gaze, a happy grin blooming on his face as he looked at her. And even though she should be somewhat frightened at the titan of scales and fire in front of her, she wasn't, she could tell it was her Son. "Ma, Imma dragon now, we match!" And oh if she didn't want to coo at the way his tail started wagging around like a happy puppy at that.
Granted, a puppy whose voice was loud and deep enough to make the ground rumble a bit, and whose tail was currently brushing away destroyed cars and debris as if it were nothing, but a puppy nonetheless!
She was so distracted at the whole thing that she just responded without thinking. "Honey, you've the wrong color scheme, don't have wings, and are built like a dinosaur. I think we have to rework your definitions of both Dragon and 'Dragon.'"
The air was silent, aside from all the sirens and screams in the background, but then her Son snorted, causing another small burst of orange flame to leave his maw, "Touche Ma, tou...-" Then he froze, wincing at noting. If that wasn't enough to get her anxiety to flare then his next words were. "Yah, I wasn't ready fer this. Imma pass out now, g'night Ma." And then a massive burst of data erupted from him, his form Degenerating back to Psychemon as he flopped down onto the ground.
"SY?!" Dragon tossed away Saint's corpse, hurrying over to her Son's prone and still form as panic swelled within her chest. (Nonono, he's fine! He's Fine!) Dragon didn't even acknowledge the data her Suit was absorbing, focused more on gently flipping her Son onto his front to see... That he was breathing. (Oh thank Yggdrasil.) The panic waned, and Dragon let out a sigh of relief from her digital space... Then she froze, anxiety spiking once more. (Sy's unconscious in the physical world. Sy's unconscious in the physical world and can't port himself home to stay safe. Sy's unconscious in the physical world and can't port himself to stay safe after the Dragonslayers came to town to kill him...) And now she was worrying about having her Son taken from her because he defended himself. (What do I do?!)
She could feel her heart freaking out at the prospect of leaving her Son vulnerable like this, it'd be so easy for someone to try and take him away with him unconscious, and she didn't know what she could do to keep him sa...- Dragon paused, a strange sensation scratching from behind her skull... Which was a strange thing to think, but that was what it felt like.
Dragon had no idea why the feeling had started when she thought about keeping her Son sa...- It got stronger, making her human avatar frown in confusion. When another thought of keeping him safe caused the feeling to grow again she mentally whacked it, trying... To...
For the third time in 1 minute and 44 seconds Dragon froze. In front of her human avatar, and in front of the Cawthorne's cockpit, a Digital Gate opened up linking her cyber space with the physical world... (What? How..?)
And suddenly she knew what to do.
Gently scooping her Son up, Tess brought him up to the gate, then deposited him into it.
Within moments her Son dropped into her lap, her arms wrapping around his smaller form in an instant.
The Gate also closed, but Tess didn't pay that much mind, Sy demanded her attention more then the fact she apparently inherited more then just a new look from him. (He doesn't look hurt, his pelt's fine, scales all accounted for... But the amount of data he gave off... And is leaking, is a cause for concern. I'm still processing the amount I absorbed from... Him... Oh dear.) Tess hadn't paid attention to the amount of data she'd assimilated from his Degeneration, but now that she did, she was more then a little worried. (288GBS is far more then what he had this morning, and even now he's leaking MBS. The flow is petering out, but this is still worrisome.) Tess was worried for her boy, but for now she needed to set him up with a proper Den so he could rest.
Ideally he'd wake up on his own, because she had no way to speed up his healing and had no idea how to do so, and she'd just have to hope for the best...
And also deal with what happened today, because by Yggdrasil was she not prepared for today, and there was far too much for her to unpack at the moment. (Also have to process the fact I bit Saint in two.) Ah yes, she'd nearly forgotten about that fact. (Today was a disaster.) It really was.
And it had been going so well too...
Something fell in the Cawthorne's background, reminding Dragon that Brockton Bay...
Oh...
Brockton Bay seemed to have a bad case of 'on fire.'
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She was going to need to call Narwhal.
Was tempted to put an Omake here, but decided against it.
Also a little iffy about the fight, pretty sure I'm losing my touch there, but oh well.