I looked up.

Then down.

"You have both a terrible sense of location, and timing." I spoke to myself.

Appearing in the tunnels, at almost one in the morning?

Or was that a good sense of location and timing?

Certainly, the location meant that none of the three Digimon would be able to immediately sense him, and the time meant that none of the three children would be awake.

Good for him.

Bad for them.

Sadly, however, though he had escaped the notice of everybody else, he hadn't escaped mine.

So it was definitely bad for him.

"You know, I honestly can't tell if you did this on purpose or not."

Sandiramon coiled, his head turning to face me.

"You appeared down here in the tunnels, so early in the morning. Do you even know what time it is?"

"No." Sandiramon stated.

"Interesting." I stood still. "You're no doubt here on Zhuqiaomon's behalf-" His eyes widened "So let's save the conversation and just go straight to the fight, shall we?"

"How do you know the name of Lord Zhuqiaomon?" He asked, glaring at me.

"I know many things, Sandiramon." I stared at him.

"Very well." He nodded. He tensed. "If you will not tell me, I will have to delete you."

"You're welcome to try."

" Krishńa!" His mouth opened, and glowing spear shot out.

I leaned to the side, allowing the spear to fly past me- and grabbed the handle as it did.

I spun it around, pointing it at Sandiramon.

"Rather ironic, Sandiramon." I stated.

He twisted, preparing. "And what would that be?"

"The name of that attack. 'He who causes impotence, trespasses on others' lands, is impure, or who lives by fraud, is punished in the hell called Krishńa.' That statement applies to you more than it does to me." I spun the staff in my hand, My Darkness beginning to spread into it.

He stared at me.

"Don't tell me that you're unaware of what your attack is named after?" I asked.

I'd researched this stuff years ago, but he didn't even know?

"I know not what it is supposedly named after. Nor, for that matter, do I care." He stated. "It is my attack, nothing more, nothing less."

I slumped. "Very well."

He struck at me, his tail shooting forwards to try and impale me. I stepped to the side, bringing up the corrupted spear, holding the blade in the path of his tail.

With predictable results.

The exceedingly sharp blade cut his tail in two as it went past, Sandiramon shouting in pain, thrashing and quickly drawing his tail back.

I didn't let him recover.

I was above him in an instant, the spear pointed down, directly at his head.

Distracted by his pain as he was, he didn't -couldn't- dodge.

I struck at him, the spear piercing his scales and going straight through his head.

I pushed more and more of the spear through- until, finally, it broke out at the other side of his body.

Sandiramon flailed for a moment, and then burst into data, the Digital Field fading from existence.

Without Sandiramon to stand on top off, I dropped to the ground, landing on my feet.

I didn't bother turning around to face Sandiramon's data cloud, didn't need to see it to know that it was fading away back into the Digital World.

"Oddly anticlimactic."

As things often were when my special brand of Heartless Bullshit came into play.

Still, I'd prefer it to be anticlimactic and quick rather than eventful and with lots of property damage.

And also...

My arm rose, and I stared at the spear that was, despite the death of Sandiramon, still around.

I pulled My Darkness from it, returning it to how it had been before.

Why is it still around?

I tapped the blade against the ground, cutting a small line in the stone, but it still didn't disappear.

It had been made by Sandiramon, so it should have faded along with him. Granted, I'd corrupted it, but it was no longer corrupted, so why..?

I twisted it around, slamming the flat of the blade against the wall, hard enough to leave an imprint on the tunnel.

It didn't fade away.

For a moment, I stared at it.

My vision twisted as I looked at it.

It has been disconnected from its creator.

Through the power of Thy Darkness, it has been made real.

It sustains its own existence now. It has not grown, however.

Though this spear is now a separate existence, it is not changed in any other way.

Huh.

A slowly rising roaring sound caught my attention, and I turned around, spying a slowly brightening light in the dark, and the few Hearts that were quickly coming this way.

Ah.

The train.

I vanished.

"Hello Guilmon."

Guilmon -who had only recently woken up- turned to look me. "Hi!"

I nodded sitting down against the walls of his shed.

"Why do you have a spear?" He asked.

"Well, there was a Digimon who arrived a couple hours ago." His head tilted to the side. "Don't worry, I dealt with him. However, I now have a trophy from the battle."

"Oh." Guilmon nodded.

"Guilmon!" Takato called.

Guilmon perked up, moving over to the gate.

Takato stopped just outside, smiling at Guilmon- and then seeing me.

"Oh, hi."

"Good morning Takato."

He unlocked the gate, and Guilmon came out, shortly nuzzling into Takato's side.

He frowned as he looked at the spear in my hand. "Why do you have a spear?"

"Who has a spear?" A voice, which I recognized as Jeri's, asked.

I stood up, moving over to them.

"Brought friends to meet Guilmon, did you?"

"Nope!" Takato said, cheerfully. "They were all just in the neighbourhood. And all going in the same direction as I was."

"Well, isn't that quite the coincidence?"

Takato nodded, smiling.

I stepped out of the shed, just behind Guilmon.

"You didn't answer my question, though. Why do you have a spear?"

I looked at it.

"There was a Digimon who came by this morning." I said. "He tried to kill me with this spear, so I took it as a trophy."

I looked back at him, seeing the seven kids behind him.

"Good morning." I nodded at them.

"There was a Digimon this morning?" Takato asked. "When?!"

"It was less than hour after midnight, Takato."

"Takato? Who's this?" One of them- Kazu, I recognized, asked.

"My name is Drich."

"Friend." Guilmon stated, quickly grabbing the attention of everybody else.

Save Takato, that is.

"I didn't realise that you took trophies?" He asked.

"It's not often that a Digimon leaves behind something that I take, Takato." I noted. "But aside from that, you'd be surprised about the kind of collection I have."

"Collection?" Takato asked. "Didn't you say that you took it because the Digimon tried to kill you with it? How could you have a collection if..."

I stared at him.

"Oh."

I nodded.

"A lot of the time, I take weapons from the people that try to kill me so that they can't try to use them on anybody else. I have built up a considerably large supply, just about all of which I have no actual use for."

Standard Ninja practise for dealing with bandit's stuff; steal all of their weapons. And then everything else of value. Returning the loot to the original owners optional. Encouraged, if it belonged to citizens under your village's banner / protection. Not encouraged, if it hadn't.

I let the spear vanish, stowing it where I kept my Keyblade.

"Where'd it go?" Takato asked.

"Same place I keep all the other weapons that belonged to people trying to kill me."

"Can we see them?" Kazu asked, an excited look on his face.

"Eh..." I looked at him, and then at the other children, most of whom were looking at me with an oddly pleading look. "Maybe later."