“I’m sorry I was the one chosen to stand in your way, but I truly respect what you are trying to stand for.” King cracked his neck. “And I wish you luck.”
“If you respect me that much then stop fighting!” Corinne yelled. This was awful; her entire belief system was being challenged.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” King ran forwards and Corinne ran away, hoping to keep distance until he tired, as stupid as that sounded.
The two Digimon looked exhausted as Corinne ran past, making sure not to get too close to them as they recovered from their last exchange of blows. “Holy Strike!” a blast of light flew over Corinne’s head, exploding the wall behind her as she continued running.
“Crescent Moon Crush!” The ground shook as the two Digimon exchanged another bout of luminous attacks.
The bright lights clashed again in her peripheral vision and then Kings fist swiped for her head.
Ducking underneath, Corinne rolled to the side, she just had to keep moving.
A firm grip on her ankle. Corinne spun, wide-eyed as he squeezed hard, lifting her up as she heard the sound of her bones breaking. Pain like she had never felt coursed through her lower leg and ankle. Quickly, she began to cry as the unbearable agony took over her sense of self.
And then he threw her into the air and the pain was very marginally alleviated.
Still dizzy from the pain and the blow to her head earlier, she watched as he swung his fist at her falling body. Reaching down, she grabbed onto the fist, and used it to push herself into the air and away from him.
Landing on the ground was difficult as she tried to catch herself on one foot. She had to hop a little to avoid her bad foot touching the ground, but it was just possible to keep the right foot off the ground, at least for now. “I’ll hop away for hours. So just give up now!” With every breath, she was feeling more and more tired. If only he would just leave her alone.
King turned to face her and smirked. “You’re brave.” And then he darted forwards.
His fist flew at her fast and direct from the front.
Hopping away slightly, she tried to dodge but his other fist was there to greet her, flying into her side and forcing pain through her abdomen as she hopped back and away. Slipping, she fell onto her bottom as he walked towards her. Withdrawing the Taser Gun, she fired, hitting him square in the chest and forcing him to pause for a second before he ripped the charges off. Scrambling to her feet, she backed away. Corinne puffed and tugged off her orange jumper, tossing it to the side.
King smiled, unzipping his white and orange jumpsuit and pulling it off to reveal the black vest top and baggy brown shorts beneath, as well as a body that looked like it had been carved out of stone. Slowly, he cracked each knuckle.
Calmoonmon flew through the middle of them, cursing loudly as Lummosmon spun her staff nearby and fired off a beam of yellow light.
King ran and then swung his leg at her, knocking the trainer off and launching it at Corinne. While it initially seemed like a mistake it was dead-on target. Just what was he if he could do something like this?
Batting it to the side, she saw the other one close behind and hopped away, allowing it to hit the ground.
King was abruptly in front of her and he leapt into the air, using both legs to boot her in the chest and launch her backwards.
Corinne yelped, yet more pain exploding from her chest. Her ankle was still undeniably the worst but the sheer amount of pain had begun to numb her to it in some sort of weird paradox. She skidded across the shiny floor on her bum. Slamming her palms down, she slowed herself down until she finally came to a stop and was able to see King running at her again. Pushing herself to her feet, she breathed. There was no other way at this point, she was going to have to fight. “The peaceful way of the empty hand.” Moving into a position in which her right foot was placed lightly on the ground in front of her, she planted her left foot behind and aligned her hands with their respective feet. “I can’t be peaceful right now.”
King swung his left fist at her.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as she slammed her right palm into his inner elbow, and moved swiftly forwards to punch him in the stomach with her free hand. Spinning, she used her palm to knock the other arm away and then thrust her left palm up into his chin to throw his head back and lift him off the ground.
As he staggered, a little dazed, she leapt into the air, twirling to deliver a roundhouse kick and knock him stumbling backwards. Darting behind him, she brought her foot into the small of his back to knock him forwards and then hopped back and away.
“You’ve been holding back.” King turned, wiping the blood from his face. “It might just be enough.”
Corinne scowled and moved back into position.
Yet again, he used the same tactic, running and swinging his fist. This seasoned fighter was actually beginning to seem quite brutish.
Corinne slipped under his fist, striking him in the chest to knock him off balance but his arms closed around her before she could manage anything else and then she was squished against his chest briefly before being thrown into the pile of RODAF guards.
Spotting something shining, she realised it was a short sword and picked it up. There was no other choice. Hurling the blade at him, she watched him smash it away but it gave her chance to grab four more from the other guards around her. Whirling them around, she hurled two at once without warning and watched him deflect both but fail to notice the third she had thrown from her other hand. It tore straight through his side and he roared in pain. Guilt plagued her. She wanted to stop and check if he was alright. But she couldn’t.
In her peripheral vision, Corinne saw their Digimon fighting, their attacks making loud thumps and crashes almost constantly. Holding the last blade firmly, she turned her attention back to King—who was now in front of her again—as he began to punch and kick faster than before. She was barely able to comprehend how her reflexes were keeping up as her ankle, and the rest of her body, screamed for reprieve. She hopped away from a sharp kick to her left, fearing it would crack a rib.
Suddenly, he knocked the blade from her hand with a powerful punch to her wrist. This wasn’t good.
She saw the strain on his face too and felt her own exhaustion as they faced each other.
He unleashed a fast combo and in the second she tried to decide if she should dodge or deflect the blows, she felt his punch wrench her arm out of its socket. The pain was searing and reminded her of the initial pain of her ankle, with the accompanying tears this time too. And then a fist flew into her face and she flew across the ground as footsteps tapped on the ground slowly.
Corinne snivelled, trying to regain composure, but it was hard when she was in such a sorry state. “I’ve seen it in the movies. I can do this,” she whispered through gritted teeth. Although, admittedly, she had never tried to do it herself. Slowly standing up, she saw the impressed look he gave her briefly before he began to unleash a fresh combination of punches and kicks. Avoiding all the attacks, she focused on manipulating her arm through clenched teeth and tears and then shoulder barged him with her bad arm to unbalance him as a weird mix of pain and pleasure made her head spin. Ignoring it as best she could, she punched him twice in the chest and then a third time in the stomach to knock him onto his back, where she leapt on top of him readily.
Clamping one hand around his throat, she moved her first two fingers close to his eyes. “Move and I’ll blind you.” She panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and she felt his body do the same as she pinned it down. Her arm was still throbbing; she clearly hadn’t put it back in quite right but the pain was so much better at least.
King looked at her and then demanded, “Finish it.”
Did he really just say that? All she could manage to do was ask, “What?”
“I said: finish it.”
Corinne didn’t allow her grip to falter but she was so confused. “I heard, I just mean… that’s a bit extreme,” she stammered.
“Your attack will be nothing compared to the punishment I will receive.” Up close, she could smell alcohol on his breath, copious amounts, like her grandfather would drink.
Corinne felt a little pity for him and loosened her grip on his throat very slightly. “Why are you staying here, then?”
“I can’t leave; none of us can.”
“That’s not true!” Corinne protested. Why was he lying? Was this all a ruse? “Rori, Aleena and Taran all escaped!”
“Have they escaped?” King looked sullen. “I don’t see them living a normal, happy life. I see them fighting for their lives all around me. Once you enter this life, there is no easy way out.” He reached into his pocket.
Corinne stamped onto his wrist with her good foot.
“If I was going to kill you, I would have already.” He tugged his hand out and held up a pocket knife. “Please, finish it. Calmoonmon will be free if you do.”
Corinne lifted her foot, shaking her head and closing her eyes. This couldn’t be happening. Something pressed into the hand she had pointed at his eyes. Opening her eyes, she looked at the penknife he had just given her and tensed her hand around it. She couldn’t. This was too far.
Throwing it away, Corinne stood up. “I will find you a way out. I promise you this. Just keep living, please. I promise you’ll be old, grey, and happy one day.” Turning, she staggered over to her partner as they fought, to cheer Lummosmon on. If they could leave now then maybe they could go help Ty and the others.
“They won’t believe you spared my life.”
Corinne whirled back around and saw him with a huge chunk of rubble in his hands. This was it. She was done for. Dead. She held her good arm up, in what little defence she could muster.
“Good luck.” It smashed over his head and he fell to the floor.
Panicking, amidst her confusion, she rushed to his side, palpating his wrist for a pulse. “Idiot,” she growled as she felt the slow throb. Turning back, she saw Lummosmon and Calmoonmon still duking it out like a pair of boxers in some pseudo ring.
Lummosmon leapt at Calmoonmon, wrapping her arms around the latter and her necklace began to glow brightly. Why was she going to use her premonition skill? What use would that be if she was already holding onto Calmoonmon? “Divine Tooth!” the necklace wrapped around both of their necks, lighting up and enveloping the two in a bright white light. When it faded, Lummosmon fell to the floor, turning back to Lummon in a flurry of data orbs.
Calmoonmon then abruptly collapsed and became unmoving.
Corinne rushed over to Lummosmon’s side, absorbing her into the Digivice. She glanced at Calmoonmon and then walked over, grabbing onto the large Digimon and dragging her across the floor to King with the last of her strength. She stood up, admiring her handiwork and then fell onto the ground, her body having finally given up.
* * *
Rori felt dizzy as she tried to stay standing, using the half-wall behind her to rest on. She was really regretting pretending she could deal with Cory. He was a multiple martial artist and had fought on par with Champion level Digimon. She was just an idle dreamer with a penchant for rainforests. “Pull yourself together,” Rori hissed.
Cory swung his baton and she ducked but felt his hand fly into her gut, causing her to crumple over.
As she lay on the ground, she tried to think like Aleena but she couldn’t. She was just useless Rori. A powerful strike to the back of her head pushed her into the ground, but it also reinvigorated her resolve.
Rori grabbed onto his ankle and tried to pull him over but his other foot flew into her face and then he grabbed her by the scruff of her dirty white t-shirt and lifted her into the air.
“You were pathetic.” He spat in her face. “I wonder if I can still catch the others before Lord Kayran gets to them.” He tossed her to one side and then began to walk away, slipping his baton back into his belt.
Rori felt something well up inside of her, renewing her vigour; it was almost like a hidden strength from the thought of him hurting Aleena. “Who said I was done?” she called, pushing herself up and wiping the dirt and spit from her face. “I’m the only one who’s going to walk through that door.” She brandished her pole and then looked up to see Warhawkmon engulfed in smoke as Chrysanthemon flew about, firing an onslaught of leaves.
“Maybe I have another five minutes to spare on you.” He chuckled, turning around.
Rori ran at him, jabbing with her pole. He avoided the strike to his head with ease and dodged the next swing at his shoulder too, reaching with his palm at her chest.
Rori ducked under his arm with a spin and swung her pole to smack him in the ankles but he leapt up, simultaneously lifting his leg to kick her. Grabbing the pole with both hands, she blocked the kick and shoved to knock him backwards.
Cory danced about from foot to foot, laughing. “This is you being serious?” Smirking, he said, “If I stop playing too then we can see who is really stronger.” He spat the chewed lollypop stick from his mouth and withdrew a fresh one, unwrapping the packaging slowly.
Furious at his lackadaisical attitude, she ran at him again, stabbing with her pole.
He avoided it, plopping the lollypop into his mouth and smiling.
Rori threw the pole into the air with a gentle spin. She bounced off her back foot and punched him square in the nose, following through with the punch to make his head spin. The punch shattered his sunglasses, cutting her hand, but she ignored this and kicked him in the abdomen.
Cory grunted but grabbed her ankle before she could withdraw her foot and dragged her with him across the courtyard.
Rori hopped madly, trying to free herself but just ended up looking stupid as he laughed.
Cory stopped abruptly and brought his forearm down on her kneecap. Pain radiated from the area and then he brought it down again, crashing bone against bone.
Rori bit her lip and flicked her other leg up to kick him in the back of his head.
Cory bent back, laughing as her leg flew past.
Growling, she brought the heel back into his cheek, making his head revolve and then booted him in the chest repeatedly until he let go of her other foot. Before her feet could touch the ground, she locked both legs together around his neck and pulled backwards, to toss him across the courtyard with all of the strength she could muster.
Cory smacked into the wall and grunted in pain, but got back up quickly. It was as if he was a robot!
Rori landed on her face and tried to push herself up but Cory grabbed her by her hair, lifting her up and spinning her to face him before she could even think.
He jabbed her hard in the windpipe and then threw off his broken sunglasses as she staggered backwards. His piercing green eyes seemed alive with fire but devoid of any life.
Unable to breathe, she found herself gasping for air as Cory quickly advanced upon her.
He reached her in a second or two and unleashed a brutal combo of kicks and punches which left her battered and slumped against the far wall. However, Cory still wasn’t sated and picked her up by her throat with his left hand, crunching the lolly in his mouth as he did and spitting out the stick. Then he senselessly punched her in the face until she was no longer able to open her left eye due to the swelling.
Everything hurt as the relentless blows continued, his eyes crazed.
No more. Grabbing his bloodied fist with her palm, she clenched and crunched down hard.
Cory grimaced, looking at her with slight shock.
No longer willing to play fair, she brought her leg up sharply into his groin and he dropped her, heaving and staggering backwards.
Watching him with her one working eye, Rori spat a huge blood clot out of her mouth. “I’m going to make you regret not fighting Aleena.” She clenched her fists and brought them up in front of her face, remembering core training’s principles of defending your face more clearly than ever now.
As he struggled to regain composure, she ran at him from the left, punching him in the abdomen.
Cory coughed, the blow thudding against his kidney.
Cartwheeling past, she stopped to deliver a kick to his side, sending him staggering, and then back flipped to her feet, grabbed his shoulders tight and delivered a powerful head butt.
Cory fell onto the floor as Rori grabbed her pole, which was conveniently nearby, and then turned it horizontal before leaping on him and pressing it down on his neck.
Cory pushed back against it but was still dazed.
Rori flicked her lower body into the air and thudded her kneecaps down on his thighs, eliciting a grunt of pain and making him slip for second. She pushed the pole harder against his throat, watching his face contort in strain. This was it. He was going to pass out. And then a fist smacked into her face twice and something hit her elbow before she was tossed over the little bridge, which was crossing the small stream that ran across the centre of the courtyard. She smashed through some stone decorations and then came to a stop.
Getting to her feet slowly, she watched him do the same.
“I think I underestimated you, tree hugger.” He laughed a little and stretched.
“I think you did too.” She used the back of her hand to wipe the blood from her face and flicked it onto the ground.
Cory ran and leapt over the water that separated them as Rori pounced towards him like a lion, ready to unleash everything she had.
Rori punched first but he caught her fist and threw his own punch in return, which she just barely managed to grab as the two landed on the ground in a deadlock. Both of them tried to use their feet but it proved ineffective with neither willing to let go or leave themselves open. Suddenly, Warhawkmon was thrown over the top of them by Chrysanthemon, his data swirling off in orbs as he Dedigivolved into Squarmon.
Cory shoved her fist backwards and then let go, punching her in the face twice and throwing her to the ground.
Rori felt her grip slip and lay waiting for the inevitable blows that would follow but Chrysanthemon landed in front of her, holding her arms out.
“Leaf Dance.” The leaves tied Cory up, lifting him into the air and then with a snap of her fingers, they exploded and he yelped in pain as he was blown through the air.
Cory hit the ground and then leaves appeared around him again. “Leaf Dance.” The leaves flew into his body, cutting him and then more—appearing initially around Chrysanthemon—flew at him too, digging in all over before exploding and throwing him even further across the courtyard.
Rori grabbed Chrysanthemon’s ankle. She had to stop this. After just one, it was clear Cory was unable to fight anymore, and two made it sure but any more was too much. “Please… stop,” she whispered.
Chrysanthemon looked down, her childlike eyes furious. “He hurt you, so I hurt him.”
“It’s over, we’ve won. We don’t have to hurt him when he can’t defend himself. If we do that.” She looked over at him, no longer moving. “We’re no better.”
Chrysanthemon looked back at Cory and then knelt down in front Rori, picking her up and cradling her in her arms. “Leaf Dance.”
“Wait, I said—”
“Rori Right.” The leaves encircled Cory and Squarmon, tying them up tightly, and then Chrysanthemon smiled at Rori. “Let’s help friends.”
* * *
Leon’s partner leapt out of the Digivolution egg. “Xeomon,” the arctic wolf Digimon said as it padded forwards. Its fur was white from head to toe and the eyes were white blank circles. The only major visible difference between a regular wolf and it was a large blue lightning bolt shaped horn protruding from the middle of its forehead.
Idolonmon came out a second later and sat down, thrusting his staff into the ground. “Ritual of the Dead.” Skeletal Ogremon clambered out of the ground around Xeomon, grabbing onto it as the rest of their bodies emerged from the metal.
Xeomon wriggled, trying to get free but was unsuccessful as the full bodies emerged, complete with bone clubs and began to whack the wolf Digimon.
Leon snapped, “Xeomon, end it.”
Xeomon breathed in deeply. “Icy Wind.” After it exhaled, there was a few seconds of silence before the Ogremon began to be bashed about by an invisible force until they were just grains of dust.
Leon pointed at them. “Now those two.”
Xeomon looked up at Leon but the blond’s face didn’t shift from its stern expression. Looking back at them, Xeomon sprinted forwards, much faster than any normal wolf.
Idolonmon stood up, pointing his staff. “Killer Instinct!” A red laser erupted.
Xeomon leapt up, baring its fangs. “Ice Beam!” Xeomon’s eyes began to glow and then a white laser burst out, colliding with the red energy from Idolonmon’s staff. The collision knocked both Digimon back and Xeomon retreated next to Leon.
“Your Digimon isn’t as weak as I first thought.” Leon watched him carefully.
He sounded so different to her. “It’s difficult to comprehend Aleena being your comrade if you converse in such a way!”
“I can be menacing too, you know!” the boy roared angrily, shaking from head to toe.
Tyler smirked. “There it is.” He nodded to Idolonmon, who picked him up and then charged.
Leon climbed onto Xeomon’s back and then they also rushed forwards.
Tyler wasn’t as averse to combat as Corinne, but it wasn’t ideal. However, there seemed to be little option. He tensed his fists as Idolonmon threw him at Leon and knocked the blond off his partner, rolling back to his feet and looking for the boy.
Leon’s fist flew into his face, knocking him backwards, and then another punch at his face.
Tyler blocked the attack, trying to think of a strategy but nothing was coming to mind.
Leon’s fist crashed into his body, knocking the air out of his lungs and then the blond followed up with a potent uppercut, knocking Tyler into the air. Leon placed his hand on Tyler’s floating body and then thrust him down into the ground with a single movement.
While on the ground, Tyler noted that he was entirely different than his appearance, much like Aleena. He had special training and this was a stupid idea. As Tyler tried to get up, Leon threw him across the floor and then turned back to their partners’ fight.
Clambering to his feet, he watched Xeomon spit out a large shard of ice.
Idolonmon knocked it away with his staff and then pointed the red trident at Xeomon. “Killer Instinct.” The three lasers combined, making a joint laser but this went much the same way as before, with Xeomon firing his own energy based attack and the resultant explosion blowing Tyler and Leon’s hair about.
Tyler took this chance to run at Leon, leaping onto his back.
Leon grunted, pulling Tyler off himself and flinging him into the ground. The blond then delivered a swift strike to his windpipe and Tyler felt his consciousness fade as Leon yelled. “Finish this now.” He then walked off, presumably over to a fallen Idolonmon.
There was no way Tyler could let this happen. He was the leader of The Resistance, he had to be there for them. Standing up, he watched Xeomon open its maw, gathering a mass of purple and black energy about in its mouth and then spitting it out. “Gravity Bomb.”
“Dark Teleport!” Idolonmon teleported away but as the attack struck his previous location, it sucked him back in and then mauled his body. It was an implosion, and it had knocked Idolonmon out.
“It’s done,” Leon said, walking towards the door they had come through with Xeomon.
“It is not.” Tyler ran at Leon and swung his fist.
“For a brainy dude—” Leon tapped the fist away and raised his knee up into Tyler’s abdomen, causing him to keel over, and then again into his face.
As Tyler flipped backwards, Leon’s hand gripped his throat and slammed him into the ground.
The ravenette kicked out, hitting something hard, which he presumed was Leon as he heard a sharp intake of breath. So he had been right, that leg had been previously damaged. He got onto his knees, punching the thigh of the same leg and making Leon stagger back, grimacing.
Xeomon leapt in front, growling, but a red laser flew into the side of the wolf, tossing Xeomon through the air.
Tyler stood up and snapped his fingers, activating his Energy Shroud.
“If you’re going to use that then I should too.” Leon snapped his fingers, releasing the aqua shroud with a flash.
Tyler watched slowly and cautiously as Leon’s body changed through white and to a blue hue. That wasn’t natural. These Digivices they had all gotten, perhaps they had a side effect? Leon’s hair began to freeze, ice crystals forming in the blond curls. Every breath became white vapour. This was vastly different to any of the other First Vectors he had seen so far, to say the least.
His brain whirred, the enhanced mental capacity from his First Vector accelerating his processing power way above that of even a super computer. “You are able to withstand colder temperatures. But, not only that, you are able to also decrease your own body temperature and use this as an advantage within itself.”
“You’re as smarty pants as they told me,” Leon joked.
What was he on about? Who could he have possibly talked to that would have given him information on any of The Resistance beforehand? “Who told you?” The only possibility could be that his superiors had told him after researching them. But they were a new resistance group, so there was no way RODAF knew that much already.
Leon laughed. “You don’t know? Not too smart then. Tell you what, hit me and I might tell you.” Leon grinned. This guy was a complete imbecile.
Tyler began to think deeply and then the pieces seemed to connect. His Shroud enhanced his thinking capacity more than he could comprehend. “It was a Digimon while you were in the Digital world, right? But not the first time you went there and got your Digivice. You went back after, didn’t you? They made you.” It was the only explanation for his Digivice and insider knowledge. The only question remained was if he knew Gimi.
“How did you…?” Leon asked, confused.
Tyler relished in the confusion slightly, more than he should have. “Like you said: I’m a smarty pants.” Tyler then regained focus. There was little chance he would win but he was sure he had spotted a bit of a pattern. He just had to confirm it.
Leon sighed. “Fine, whatever. I’ll just hit you until you cry.”
Xeomon skidded through the middle of them, red lasers blowing holes into the ground near him and then the white wolf ran back at Idolonmon, continuing their fight.
Both of them paused, watching the Digimon as Idolonmon teleported around and Xeomon chased after him.
Idolonmon flipped into the air, sticking his sceptre in between Xeomon’s shoulder blades mid-flip. “Ritual of the Dead.” The skeletal Ogremons grabbed onto the lupine Digimon but this time they, and Idolonmon were thrown off.
Xeomon ruffled its fur and spat out a stream of icicles, battering Idolonmon as he struggled to get his footing.
Tyler looked back at Leon with worry. How on earth were they supposed to win? He watched as Leon ran at him and noted that it was the same way as before. He had figured out that it was a learned combo, as was to be expected of someone who had been taught how to fight. He dodged the first punch, just barely due to the speed, confusing Leon a little. That second of pause was enough time for Tyler to land his own punch in Leon’s face.
Leon staggered backwards, touching his face.
Gritting his teeth, Tyler gripped his fist, now sore, from punching that cold hard surface. He had never actually punched anyone in the face before. Sure, he had thought about it but never gone through with it. Why were people so nonchalant about fighting if this was the result?
He ran back away as Leon laughed and chased after him. “Brains and brawns, I can see why Aleena likes you. Well, I’m not sure about the brawns. What does brawns mean? Is it a type of strong prawns?”
Was this guy serious? He was actually asking for dictionary definitions in the middle of the fight. Tyler cursed as he realised it was a tactic and it had distracted him long enough for Leon to deliver a swift side kick into his abdomen.
Tyler tried to escape but Leon punched him again, unleashing the combo that Tyler had been expecting but wasn’t able to dodge this time. One, two, three. He fell backwards and tried to clamber to his feet but Leon was straight on him, trying to land yet another combo. It was too hard to learn them all so he had to replicate the scenarios that instigated certain combos and then counter attack. The only way he was going to win was thus. And so a strategy formed in his head and he prepared for his fist to hurt again.
Xeomon and Idolonmon’s attacks echoed in the background as Idolonmon began to look weary, teleporting around and on the defensive.
Leon pinned him down, grinning. “You know, for a smart guy, you really aren’t too smart.”
Tyler struggled as the strong grip locked his shoulders in place and Leon’s body weight winded him. “Why don’t you fight me like a man?” Tyler smirked. “Instead of a little boy.”
Leon’s face dropped. Tyler had found the nerve and struck it successfully. “I’ll show you a man.” Leon climbed off him and picked him up, shoving him backwards. “You can have the first punch.”
Tyler was going to have to fight in a slightly dirty way but it was worth it. Calculating his odds, he decided there was no other way. Rushing at Leon, he punched him in the gut with all the force he could muster.
Leon grinned, his abs being so rock solid that the attack had barely fazed him, and then unleashed a combo Tyler knew well.
Dodging the first, and the second swings, he then punched Leon in the groin before the third punch could be thrown. Tyler punched twice more as Leon’s eyes rolled into the back of his head; he had to be sure Leon was sufficiently incapacitated. Bringing his arm back, he loosed the best punch he could muster into Leon’s face, knocking the blond into a stagger, until he fell onto his back, groaning.
“No fair,” Leon groaned.
As his fists throbbed, Tyler remembered seeing those cheesy wrestlers on adverts. Jumping into the air, he dropped with his elbow onto Leon’s abdomen, eliciting a strained cough. Getting onto his knees quickly, he clasped his fists together and brought them down on Leon’s bad leg. Preparing to do it to the other, which also seemed to be impaired, he paused when he felt a hand grab him. Snapping his eyes down he saw Leon squeeze his wrist hard and then with a jerk, he chucked Tyler away.
Never before had Tyler felt so weak. He had literally been thrown away. However, he had dealt some definitive blows. But available information hadn’t stipulated Leon might be so resilient. Pushing himself back up, he felt his arms shake. All that time on computers was not paying off right now.
However, Leon was still struggling to get back up. “End it, Xeomon!” Leon coughed, gripping his leg and clenching his eyes shut. “NOW!”
Xeomon looked over and moved to run towards Leon, ignoring the command entirely.
“Xeomon, no!” Leon yelled, but it was too late.
Idolonmon fired lasers from his pitchfork, blowing Xeomon into the air, where more lasers struck him. “Dark Teleport.” Idolonmon appeared in the wolf Digimon’s flight path and smacked him up and away with a sharp punch. “Killer Instinct!” The lasers crashed into Xeomon, lifting him ever higher as he spun uncontrollably and without any means of defence. Idolonmon quickly appeared above Xeomon, and then stabbed his staff into Xeomon, stopping his upwards arc. “Killer Instinct!” Xeomon flew back down like a reverse rocket, burrowing into the metal with a resounding clang as an indent formed. Orbs of data swirled away from the fallen body and then Tyler knew it was over. As calculated.
Idolonmon teleported in front of Leon and pointed his staff.
Leon smiled, mumbled something Tyler couldn’t make out, swallowed a pill and fell backwards.
Tyler waited a moment, but Leon’s eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling slowly. Had he drugged himself to sleep?
A loud crash came from the right. Tyler glanced around for Cory or King, or anyone attacking but saw, instead, a metal door smash onto the ground behind him. Looking up the staircase, he saw Rori and Chrysanthemon fly into the room through the newly opened doorway.
“Tyler!” Rori cheered, her voice weak. She looked like she needed urgent medical attention and yet she was still fighting. Was this what it meant to truly believe in something, someone?
Tyler shook it off. “What happened to you?”
“Never mind that.” Rori breathed deeply, hissing. Presumably the pain she was in was affecting her ability to breathe. “Where’s Aleena?”
Tyler looked over at the door. “She exited through there. Have you seen the others?”
“I’m sure they’re fine. Let’s grab Aleena and Leomon and go.” Rori looked up at Chrysanthemon and then back at Tyler before the four headed towards the door.