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Chapter Thirty-Two: No Man Left Behind
Rori watched Aleena, gritting her teeth to hold back the tears brewing. Seeing the one she looked up to in this state was… soul-destroying. Steeling herself, she clenched her fists and saw Andrew walk over from a door at the back of the room. His black suit was pristine and the Digimon next to him certainly wasn’t G-Mon. A new partner? It was a huge boulder with arms made from interlocking rocks and a stern expression. Her Digivice buzzed.
Geomon, Champion level, Data, Nature Sprits, Metal Empire.
Don’t get stuck in his Quicksand attack or you might just go missing!
Aleena coughed, blood spurting out onto the floor.
Rori rushed to help her but Aleena’s arm flew out, pushing her back.
“I’m fine.” She turned to Andrew. “Digivolving G-Mon is like polishing a turd—pointless.”
“Aleena, please,” Talmon muttered as his eyelids closed against his will.
“I’m fine,” she hissed, angry.
Talmon t
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Chapter Thirty-One: The Dragon Emerges
“Energy Burst.” Talmon panted weakly, spitting the energy ball at Alice.
Alice dodged at the last second, allowing it to hit the floor.
Aleena felt a smile spread across her lips despite the pain as she saw her partner standing up for her. He truly was her best friend.
Talmon slowly stood up, walking over. “No one hurts Aleena, no one,” he stated flatly, his furry brow furrowed into the most serious glare she had ever seen from the excitable rabbit.
At her hip, Aleena felt her Digivice flailing about. Looking down, she saw sky blue lights dancing out from it. The knife in her wrist twisted and she gasped in pain, although it was difficult to understand how more pain could be caused at this point. As she opened her mouth, a tornado of blue energy erupted and flew straight at Talmon, wrapping around him and encasing him in a Digivolution egg.
“I should…” Simon began, appearing from the shadows.
“No.” Alice glared at her partner but ha
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Chapter Thirty: No Alternative
“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,
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Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Promise
“We can still delay them by torturing them, right, Tony?” Trish asked as they nonchalantly walked over.
“I guess.” Tony looked at the gun she was idly swinging in her hand unsurely.
“Don’t back down now!” Vipermon leapt out of the hole, injured but mostly fine and Baernmon followed soon after.
“Yo, delay us for what?” Zalyea yelled. What on earth were they on about?
“Just stay back, Zaylee,” Len warned.
Tony pointed his bat. “We gotta delay you so Lord Kayran can run a few experiments on—”
Trish punched him in the arm. “Shut up, Tony. You never start monologuing. It’s pathetic.”
“Sorry, Trish,” Tony mumbled as they stopped a little away from Len and Zalyea.
“Baernmon, you and Vipermon finish off these pathetic excuses for Digimon. We’ll take care of the owners.”
“Yes, Trish.” Baernmon shot at Zalyea like a bullet. “Rocketgirl!”
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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Not A Good Idea
Iceangemon thrust his staff into the ground. “Frozen Throne.” He turned to Len and Zalyea. “Try not to fall over.”
Len watched him fly forwards as a small humanoid Digimon burst out with a blue metal bird helmet on its head. With wings and feathers adorning the pale blue skin of the body, it looked like a creepy cross between a bluebird and a pre-teen girl.
“Baernmon!” The Digimon flew at Iceangemon, the jetpack on its back bursting into action.
“Gaiamon!” Gaiamon winked at Zalyea. “I’m here, yo!”
“Vipermon!” A large green snake, easily seven foot in length slithered across the ground with the horn of its bone helmet pointing at them.
“Hand of Emotion!” Iceangemon unleashed a beam of blue energy from his fist at Baernmon but the latter avoided it, flying around behind Iceangemon.
“Wind Torrent!” From the open mouth of the helmet, a tornado of wind burst out, throwing Iceangemon backwar
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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Assault
Loading her gun, Aleena holstered it into her belt and turned to the others. “Get your Digimon out.”
Zalyea scoffed. “I know you did not just—”
Tyler placed a hand on her shoulder as he pressed the side button of his Digivice and a purple portal formed, releasing Idomon. “Just this once, Zalyea.”
“Whatever.” As Zalyea and the others released their Digimon, they were noticed.
“Who are you?” A RODAF agent rushed over, his black suit proof that he was a base agent and not a field agent. This would be easy.
“Talmon.” Aleena ran at him, diving into his chest before he could take in the situation. As she knocked him to the ground, she stood back up and continued to run.
From behind, Talmon said, “Energy Burst.”
Unfortunately, they had still raised suspicion and an alarm began to blare. Looking around, she kept her cool and blocked out the sound. “Leomon’ll be in the research labs.” Tur
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Chapter Twenty-Six: A New Life
Taran looked around the entrance hall that he had been left in. A blue flash caught his attention, originating from a crack in between the closed doors that Aleena and the others were behind. He swallowed back in a mixture of fear and nerves; how was he supposed to just live here now? Right now, he had never missed his family so much.
The entrance hall was as grand and spacious as the rest of the house had been. From the door, and continuing all the way up the staircase—which split into left and right about halfway up—was a black rug with lots of men holding swords on it made from gold thread. The white marble floor was shining as brightly as the mirrors hung on the walls, which made it a little hard to see, and the sounds of people moving about made him nervous. A faint scent of food drifted from somewhere else, but Taran didn’t dare venture to find out where. There were also a few paintings on the walls, but Taran didn’t recognise any, save for the one at the
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Chapter Six: The Odd Couple
Leon watched Alice leap off ahead of him; she landed gracefully on the ground and then dropped her black bag to the ground.
He climbed out after her, Oobmon floating by his side. “What you doing?”
Alice withdrew a manila folder from her bag and handed it to him. Immediately after, she withdrew a short blade from the bag and attached it to the small of her back as well as four sacks that jingled like bells. Each sack was hung around her waist, two on her front and one on either hip. The bandages around her ruffled in the windy weather, which was blowing about the tassels on his hat, while her black attire allowed her to blend into the darkness that surrounded them.
Leon opened the folder as Alice withdrew a rifle and tossed her empty bag into the plane. They were to eliminate everyone in this sect of Parricidium before dawn broke. Parricidium was the most powerful resistance to RODAF. It was imagined that they had close to around one hundred million members, excluding the sy
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Chapter Five: History 101
King clenched his fists, eyeing her nervously. He was clearly intimidated by her reputation. But he needn’t be. In truth, so many of her victories relied on that ability. She longed for the days where she had more time to pursue fighting by other means. Her World Record titles would not remain unbroken forever. And now she’d finished with the female opponents and the lightweight male opponents in MMA, she needed more of a challenge. King could provide a test for her. To see if she was still up to scratch.
Alice measured his height, weight, and muscle density at a glance to determine his reach, power and speed. This would be a battle of speed, rather than strength, if she were to play to her strengths. She slowly walked towards him, being closer before the battle started was beneficial. Without the bandages or training weights on her body, her vision was unhindered and her speed increased. Her mind flashed back, interrupting her battle stratagem.
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Cursing inwardl
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Chapter Four: Simyan the Secret Keeper
In a haze of blurred colours and muffled sounds, Taran heard his name.
“Taran? If you’ll please, I’d like to ask you a few questions.” Taran glanced over at the ape-man sat at the end of his bed. Was this a dream? “Taran?”
Could he speak? His throat was sore. Swallowing back, he managed to rasp, “Yes?” This was so bizarre. He couldn’t move any of his body. All he could do was look straight ahead at blank walls and that monkey man.
“Excellent. My name is Simyan and I’m here to guide you.” Guide him? Guide him where?
Instead of asking, Taran preserved his words and decided to go along with the dream. “Okay.”
Simyan withdrew a iHoloPad from nowhere and then a iHoloPen. It was a dream, so pulling objects out of seemingly nowhere did make sense. The ape-man wiggled the iHoloPen in his hand as he read something on the iHoloPad. Weren’t dreams normally faster paced? “Your full name?”
“T
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Chapter Twenty-Five: A Favour
Screaming. Crying. The smoke. That acrid smoke. It was all over—even in his lungs. Inhaling sharply, Len opened his eyes and saw the wheel in his face. “Guys?” he called, afraid to move. No response. He tried to move his toes and felt the inside of his shoes. So he could walk, at least. Sitting back slowly, he tried to move his arms and then turned his neck slowly to look for the others but was shocked to see nothing. There was no back compartment. It had been torn off entirely. Instead, he was looking up at the sky. That meant that the driver’s compartment was facing the ground. Looking at the broken glass all around his face, he noted that whatever had done this had really hit the car hard.
Touching his forehead, Len felt warm sticky liquid. He lifted his fingertips away and saw the blood. It almost made him feel woozy. He was always fine when he was training in the junior paramedics, but this was something different. It was his blood. “What
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Chapter Twenty-Four: The Calm Before The Storm
“I think I’ve got stomach cramps,” Alex grumbled.
Len laughed. Alex always knew how to lighten the mood. “Just lie down and relax.”
Alex’s disgruntled voice came from somewhere in the back of the van. “Easy for you to say.”
“Is everyone alright back there?” Corinne called as the car jittered about. “We didn’t forget anyone, did we?” Her voice let on to the fear she was feeling but she was outwardly calm as ever.
Tyler reached up and pulled open the little window hatch between the driver’s compartment and the back of the truck, allowing some light to spill in to the dim compartment. “Do you think you could drive a bit smoother?”
Len looked around at everyone. Taran was sat in the corner, with his knees tucked into his chest and Rori and Aleena were just barely visible on the floor. Alex was lay at his feet and Zalyea opposite. “Are you even driving on a road, Corinne?” Len asked.
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Chapter Twenty-Three: Cory Daytona
Taran looked up and saw a strange green haired boy stood on top of a big brown bird. It was really cool; it had rocket launchers, metal feet and a helmet. Was he Aleena’s brother?
“It’s you,” Aleena stated flatly. She didn’t seem very happy to see him.
The man on the bird held a handgun in each hand. “You’ve looked better.” Flicking the hammers back on both guns, he smirked. “Such a shame you traitors will die here.” He lifted the guns, pointing them at Aleena and Rori.
Taran gripped onto Aleena’s sleeve. Was he serious? Why was her brother so nasty? “I’m scared.”
He felt her hand pat his head comfortingly. “It’ll be okay, go wait back there.” She pushed him behind, where Corinne grabbed onto his shoulders firmly.
“Don’t worry,” the blonde soothed even though her hands were shaking.
“Who’s that?” Len asked, inching towards the truck.
Aleena gripped h
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Chapter Twenty-Two: Dine n Dash
Aleena looked at the bank balance on the Cash Machine. “They haven’t locked the account yet.” She looked at Talmon.
“You sure it’s not just to track you?” Talmon muttered as he leant against the wall.
Aleena shook her head. Thinking too much into anything at this point would get her killed. “Either way, I have to take out what I can before they lock it.” She hit the max amount and then withdrew the card.
“You’ll regret it,” Tal sang.
“Whatever.” Aleena grumbled, trying to stuff the fistfuls of money into her pockets. She could do without his snarky attitude.
Talmon kicked a bag. “I found this in the bin. It’s kind of clean. And there is a little something inside too.”
Aleena lifted the dirty black sports bag up slowly and saw the black handgun. Ignoring it, she thrust the money in, handful by handful until the machine stopped releasing the notes. It was surprising that people used this stuff
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Rori watched Aleena, gritting her teeth to hold back the tears brewing. Seeing the one she looked up to in this state was… soul-destroying. Steeling herself, she clenched her fists and saw Andrew walk over from a door at the back of the room. His black suit was pristine and the Digimon next to him certainly wasn’t G-Mon. A new partner? It was a huge boulder with arms made from interlocking rocks and a stern expression. Her Digivice buzzed.

Geomon, Champion level, Data, Nature Sprits, Metal Empire.
Don’t get stuck in his Quicksand attack or you might just go missing!

Aleena coughed, blood spurting out onto the floor.
Rori rushed to help her but Aleena’s arm flew out, pushing her back.
“I’m fine.” She turned to Andrew. “Digivolving G-Mon is like polishing a turd—pointless.”
“Aleena, please,” Talmon muttered as his eyelids closed against his will.
“I’m fine,” she hissed, angry.
Talmon tried to stand up, to walk towards her, but his little body fell back to the floor with a soft thud.  
Andrew scowled. “You’ve seen better days.” Thrusting his hands in his trouser pockets, he looked at Geomon. “End it quickly.”

Geomon’s eyes turned black for a second. “Quicksand.”
Sand gathered around them all instantaneously, pulling at their feet as if it were alive. Rori grabbed hold of her leg, tugging at it. “This isn’t good!” she yelled as she realised she was already shin-deep.
Leaves appeared all around them and quickly formed a lasso, with Chrysanthemon holding the other end. Tugging hard, she smacked them together, the leaves tightening around the three humans while Idolonmon was holding Talmon. Chrysanthemon flew up towards the roof, freeing them from a sandy demise, lifting them barely a few feet above the attack, before she began to falter.
“Idolonmon, stop him doing that again!” Tyler yelled, looking over his shoulder at Aleena and Rori, as the three were squashed together by Chrysanthemon’s lasso. “This is a little too close for comfort,” he mumbled. “I’m glad I brushed my teeth.”

Idolonmon dropped Talmon and pointed his trident. “Killer Instinct!” The red lasers battered against the rock Digimon but had seemingly no effect.
“Extendor!” Geomon reached up, its arm extending rapidly towards Idolonmon until it snatched his neck, crushing down hard and continuing to push until Idolonmon was thrown into a wall. “Extendor!” The other shot at them, the rocks clunking against each other as they grew and more were added.

Chrysanthemon tossed them up into the air, leaving Rori’s stomach behind in her wake. “Rotary Spin!” With a quick twirl, she kicked the arm into a wall, blowing out a chunk of the wall with it.
Rori held herself firm as they plummeted back down, Chrysanthemon would catch them for sure. Wouldn’t she? With a thud, she felt the rope dig into her abdomen as they were dangled inches from the ground.
“Sorry.” Chrysanthemon released the rope and they fell in a tumble onto the cold metal below.
Rubbing her head, Rori looked at her partner. “We’ll work on it.” The leaves flew off them and towards Geomon, exploding to create a smoke screen.

Aleena lay on the ground panting, not even the Body Enhancing pills were able to overcome the damage that had been done to her body.
Rori shakily pushed herself up. She had to be strong for Aleena. “Chrysanthemon, go help Idolonmon. We’ll be fine.”
Chrysanthemon looked at her for a moment, hesitating, and then flew off.

Aleena growled, snarling through the pain she was in as she got onto all fours. “Go.” She shoved herself up, falling backwards so that she was on her knees. “Get.” She stood up, staggering from side to side and then steadied herself, pointing at the tank. “Leomon.”
Rori could see—through her good eye—that Aleena was in no fit shape to fight anyone, let alone a grown man in peak condition like Lord Kayran. But telling Aleena no was pointless. Nodding, and holding back the tears as she looked at her friend’s injured body, she said, “I won’t let you down.”
Aleena held out three fingers. “I can buy three minutes. You better not let me down.”

Pointing at Kayran, Aleena yelled, “One on one, you coward!”
He laughed and pointed his gun. “And, why, pray tell, would I squander time on you when I can, instead, end it instantly?”
Aleena clenched her fists, steadying on her feet. “You’re afraid? That it?” She laughed. “No wonder RODAF sucks at everything!”
Unloading his gun, Kayran tossed it and his jacket to the ground. His pectorals seemed to burst from the white vest top he wore underneath the army jacket. Every single muscle was defined and trying to erupt out of his tan skin. “Have it your way. You’ll be easier to dispose of if all your bones are broken, I suppose.”

Kayran moved into a boxing stance as Aleena ran at him, screaming.
“I’ll kill you,” she caterwauled as she raised her fist.
Rori looked at Tyler. They had to focus. “I’ll keep Tracy away from you.”
Tyler nodded. “If you require assistance, alert me immediately.” Even now, he was still trying to help. He didn’t seem to grasp the situation they were in.
Nevertheless, the gesture was something that made Rori feel at ease. “Thanks.”
“For what?” he raised a quizzical eyebrow.
Rori smiled. He hadn’t realised. “For everything, silly.” She touched his shoulder, her finger tips resting gently on the bone. “You treat me like one of you.” Pulling her hand back, she nodded. “You’re good people.”
Geomon’s fist crashed into the ground in front of them, blowing chunks of dust and shards of metal all over.

Coughing, Rori moved her arms down from her face, where she had instinctively raised them to. “Are you okay?” she asked, looking at Tyler as their partners’ attacks echoed across the room.
“Fine.” Tyler grimaced, slowly opening his eyes and lowering his hands down from where he had them held in front of him as if he were trying to catch a Frisbee. “We have to be hasty, no time for trivialities.”
Rori remembered their goal. Thirty seconds had already passed and they had done nothing. Time to act. Sprinting across the floor, she kept an eye on both battles, trying to avoid them as she went.
Tracy was just ahead, typing furiously while pushing buttons and pulling levers in an attempt to stop the inevitable.
Rori pounced from the ground like a tiger, leaping onto the older woman’s back and clawing underneath her glasses in an attempt to blind her. She not only had to stop her, Rori had to make sure she stayed stopped. “Now!” She flipped over the top of Tracy, landing on the console. Grabbing it with both hands, she booted Tracy on the chest, knocking her to the ground.

Tyler clambered up the platform, past the controls and grabbed hold of the needle. Tugging it, he growled in frustration. “It won’t budge.”
“Blöd Mädchen!” Tracy leapt up, charging at Rori with her claw-like nails out.
Rori dived to the side, and smashed Tracy’s head into the controls. Quickly, she leapt back to avoid Tracy’s swipe with her sharp nails. While not technically a weapon, they sure would hurt. “Pull harder!” Rori yelled. She was already doing the hard work; she couldn’t help him as well.

Tyler tugged at the needle, growling. Digging his feet into the floor, he leaned backwards, still yanking at the needle, until it came loose and he was thrown back into the console with a thump. He slumped down, dazed and a trickle of liquid spilled out, falling onto his head and wetting his dark hair with a gentle patter. It dropped down his fringe and tapped onto the ground and then, with quick realisation, Tyler leapt over the console and got down low as the cracks spread up the tube. Looking at the needle in his hand, he shook his head and tossed it away, covering his head with both hands A spider web of fissures formed, creaking loudly, and then with one final snap, the glass fell away and the liquid sloshed out all over.

“All my work!” Tracy exclaimed angrily. “Witch!” She grabbed hold of Rori, strangling her in a headlock.
Rori brought her elbow back twice into Tracy’s stomach, slipping free from her grasp just long enough to get a hold of Tracy’s white lab coat. Spinning around on her heel, she brought the older woman with her and abruptly let go, throwing her across the room. “Get Leomon!” she yelled.

“Removal of her eyeglasses will impair her ocular ability!” Tyler yelled, getting back up and rushing over to the fallen Lion Digimon.
“You will not touch!” Tracy yelled, slapping Rori in the face.
Rori staggered backwards on the liquid, slipping, until she fell onto her back. This was it, she was down and how tired she felt hit her like a tonne of bricks, pressing her into place.
Tracy’s weight thudded on top of her and the older woman clawed at Rori’s face.
Gripping the white coated arms, Rori tried to hold her back, too weak to do much else. She screamed, terrified that this was it for her journey.

No. She would fight on. That was the promise she made to Aleena. Letting go of one of Tracy’s hands, Rori allowed the scientist to scratch her neck while she reached for the glasses. Grabbing them in her fists, she crushed them and then punched Tracy hard in the face as the searing pain spread out from her neck. The adrenaline quickly masked the pain, like it had the rest of her injuries.
Tracy fell off her and staggered to her feet. “You evil witch!”
Twirling on the ground, Rori kicked out with her leg, knocking Tracy back to the floor with a thump that knocked her out.

Panting heavily, Rori gazed up at the roof. She was almost at her complete limit of physical endurance. But, there was a bit left. There was something still in the tank to make sure she could get to the end. Groaning, she got up and walked over, not able to run as she blocked out the background noise behind her. Flicking out the shards of glass in her hands as she went, she tried to ignore everything but her task. She padded across the water with gentle splashes while cold water dripped from her body. It smelt stagnant and dirty. Blood dripped from almost everywhere on her body and the metallic smell filled her nostrils.

As she got up to Leomon, she moved under one arm, Tyler doing the same. This single arm felt like more than she could manage alone but she would have to push herself.
“On my count.” Tyler held up three fingers. “Three.” He gripped Leomon tightly with his other arm. “Two.” Dropping a finger, he held just two. “One.” Grabbing tight with his other hand, Rori copied and they both tensed their legs. “Lift!”

Gritting her teeth, Rori tried not to scream like her muscles were. In her periphery, she could see how red Tyler’s face was already. Leomon’s limp feet and the bottoms of his legs were still trailing on the floor, but it was all they could do. Slowly, they took one step after another, trying to just focus on their goal. Anything else seemed impossible at this point.
“Idolonmon!” Tyler roared, clenching his teeth down so hard. Rori could actually hear him grinding his teeth against each other; it went right through her.
Idolonmon thrust his staff into Geomon’s arm, pinning it to the ground as Chrysanthemon unleashed a devastating slew of lasers. Tearing the trident free as the attack hit, Idolonmon flew over to them.

Rori stopped and looked up at the man in front of her. He was huge, as much a boulder as his partner was.
Andrew held up a hand. “You are not authorised to—” A red trident struck him across the face, throwing him across the room—through the middle of Kayran and Aleena’s battle—and into a wall where he slumped down, out cold.
“Pathetic.” Idolonmon scoffed. “No one can challenge the great me!”
Tyler clenched his teeth, tears trickling down his cheeks. “I can’t lift him anymore!” he screamed.  
Rori was also close to her limit, but this reminded her that none of The Resistance were trained, they were ordinary. This wasn’t right; bringing them here.
“Fine, I’ll help,” Idolonmon said, yawning as he picked Leomon up, throwing the Digimon over his shoulder.
Rori saw in that moment, a flash of strain. A break in Idolonmon’s confident façade that he refused to relent.
Tyler breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his shoulders. “Let’s get out of here.”

Chrysanthemon flew over, data orbs flying off Geomon behind her. Her face was stern, but Rori could see it had hurt the sensitive Digimon to do harm to someone she had previously known as a comrade. They were putting their Digimon in such difficult situations, situations that she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy. While still flying, Chrysanthemon scooped them up, pulling them both close to her chest. “Safe now.”
“Thank you,” Rori whispered, feeling the warmth and comfort of her partner. In that moment, she forgot where they were and just wanted to sleep, to forget it all.
“Aleena, come on!” Tyler yelled.

Rori snapped her eyes open, looking around for the green haired girl. Well, it was hard to say that she spotted the girl she had known and considered a friend. But she had spotted someone similar.
Aleena gripped at Kayran’s arm around her neck and kicked out helplessly but she was unable to even slightly phase him. It was like a child fighting with their parent; a complete disparity of strength and ability.

Kayran didn’t even seem tired as he lifted a large serrated knife to her neck from his hip. Light danced across the blade, making it almost seem exciting if it weren’t for the implications. “If you’re taking Leomon, I’ll have this one.” He gripped Aleena tighter as she tried to fight her way free. “There are some tests I’ve been meaning to do on a live subject. Luckily, she’s the perfect candidate.” He clenched his arm tight around her neck, cutting off her airflow “Even if she’s not good for much else.” Each word was dripping with malice, with pure evil. Grinning, he looked her in the eyes and brought the blade up against her cheek and then relented slightly, allowing her to breathe as her face turned red. Then he thumped her in the leg, smirking.
Aleena released an ear-splitting scream of pain. No amount of adrenaline or painkillers could have covered up the pain she was in.
“Stop it!” Rori screamed, struggling against Chrysanthemon’s steadfast grip.
“If she stopped struggling.” He squeezed again and Aleena squealed, her head falling limp after. “Then maybe I’d stop squeezing.”
Aleena lifted her head weakly, her whole expression one of defeat.

Rori was not prepared to give up. Not now. Even if Aleena had, she would keep fighting. “Aleena, we’re coming to get you!” She slipped free of Chrysanthemon’s grasp and ran across the floor as fast as her injured body could manage but that break while in Chrysanthemon’s arms had taken her body out of its state of shock and she could now feel every injury she had sustained. She collapsed onto her knees, her legs splayed out and her arms just barely holding her up as she pushed them out in front of her. “I won’t leave you!”
“Rori!” Chrysanthemon shouted, flying after her.

Aleena looked at her, the green eyes downcast. Her teeth were clenched tight, like she was holding herself back from doing something. The sweat, dirt and cuts on her face had removed any semblance of the old strong Aleena. From her already messy hair, a matted clump of blue hair fell in front of her mouth as she opened it to speak. “Leave! Now!
“Don’t be stupid, we can still fight; we can help!” Tyler protested, reaching out at her from Chrysanthemon’s arms. The flower fairy Digimon was protectively standing over Rori while Idolonmon held an unconscious Talmon in one arm and Leomon in the other.
“For a smart guy, you’re so stupid!” Aleena yelled. She shook her head, the last remnants of her hair that weren’t dishevelled flew all over; the bobble that had been holding it back fell out and onto the ground. Her face was barely visible now. “Go!”

As Rori looked at her, she felt her head hurt. This wasn’t right. She couldn’t do this. The memory of her first moment on the base, where Aleena had helped her up from the ground during combat training flashed into her head. Ever since that simple act of kindness, when Rori had been so low, she had wanted to pay her friend back. And now, she was being told to throw that away and go. If Aleena had never met these people, if she had been alone—which she preferred—then she would have been fine. She could have been happy. Crawling towards her, Rori was determined to save her friend but her arms gave way and she fell to the floor, unable to command her body to do anything.

“Aleena…” Rori reached out, her hand shaking. “Come with us, please.” Tears welled up in her eyes. This wasn’t a time to cry, she had to be there for her. She had to be strong. “We need to leave together.”
“GO!” Aleena roared, her blood trickling through Kayran’s grip and dripping onto the floor with gentle plops.
Kayran laughed and nodded his head towards the door. “You heard her. Why don’t you try get out of here alive? I’ll give you a headstart.” He squeezed Aleena tight, but this time she didn’t scream, she held firm. “And leave her to me.”

“You disgusting excuse for a human being!” Tyler yelled. “How dare you think you can get away with this!”
“Think?” Kayran chuckled. “I know I can get away with this.”
Rori tried her best to hold back the tears, looking at Aleena.
“Leave me!” Aleena sounded pained, like she was struggling just to talk.
Shaking her head, Rori turned back to Chrysanthemon, who quickly scooped her up. The tears ran down Rori’s cheeks now; the dam had burst. She turned back to Kayran and pointed. “Don’t you dare hurt her!”
“Just shut up and go, you idiot!” Aleena screamed, spittle flying out from between her hair.
Rori wiped her eyes clean. “We’ll come back for you.” She sniffed and then looked firm at her friend. She wanted to mean these words with every fibre of her being. “I promise.

Rori sullenly looked up at her partner. “Let’s go.”
Both Digimon left the room quickly, with Idolonmon hanging back to keep an eye on Kayran as they slipped through the door. He fired off two red lasers at the doorway behind them, collapsing it and then flew after Chrysanthemon.
Rori felt the tears coming again, thick and fast. She was so annoyed at herself. What she had just done was unforgivable.

* * *

Aleena watched them go, and eventually the sound of Idolonmon’s heavy footsteps faded. She allowed her head to fall, staring at the ground as the blood and sweat mixed on the tip of her pudgy nose, dripping off slowly. “I know you will,” she whispered softly.
“I think I’m going to cry. It’s so touching,” Kayran teased.
“Shut the hell up!” Aleena screamed, writhing about in his arms. The pain she was in was unimaginable; she had never felt anything like it before. Not even close.
Kayran laughed raucously and then turned her to face him. Any idea that she had control of her body was wiped away in that moment. “I can’t wait to show you all the brilliant things I have in store for you.” He looked over at Alice and smirked. “After your sister failed, I was in need of a new test subject.” His fist flew into her face and she allowed the darkness to consume her.

* * *

Rori quietly sobbed as the group continued through the desolated battlefields. There had been so much hurt, so much anger today. No one said anything until they headed towards Corinne’s battleground. What if she had lost? And the others? What if they had to leave with just the two of them?
“She’ll be alright; you know?” Tyler looked at her, his cool blue eyes feeling warm in that moment. “I’m sure of it.”
Rori nodded. In some ways, she knew herself that Aleena was strong enough to hold on. “I know she will.” But Rori didn’t want her to have to.

The alarm blared loudly as they entered, the red flashing disorientating. Blood was splattered around the room and they both quickly feared the worst. She felt Tyler’s hand grip her wrist tightly, digging into her sore flesh. But in that moment, she needed someone too. Grabbing his hand, she looked at him as he turned to her. “Tyler?”
“Rori, she’s…” Tyler looked back at where he had been looking.

Corinne was lay on the ground; her body so beat up it was hard to comprehend. King and Calmoonmon were nearby.
“Quick!” she exclaimed, noticing no one was moving.
Chrysanthemon sped over, with Idolonmon following slower. She set both of them down, looking around. “Safe.”
Tyler lifted Corinne into his arms gently, as if he were cradling a flower. “Corinne…”
Rori placed a hand on his shoulder, looking down at the sleeping girl.

“I’m alright,” Corinne whispered hoarsely, her eyes still closed.
Rori almost jumped in shock. She glanced at Tyler and saw a smile spreading from ear to ear and his blue-grey eyes twinkling like stars.
“Let’s go home.” Corinne became limp, her breathing slowing slightly.
Tyler sniffed and looked at Rori. “I knew she wasn’t.”
“I know you did.” Rori smiled.
Chrysanthemon lifted them up, bundling them into her arms and continuing towards the corridors of the Office block.

“I did, I swear.” Tyler looked back down at Corinne, who he was still holding. It was kind of cute, how much he actually cared. He sniffed, wiping tears from his eyes with his forearm.
“Never give up, eh, Ty?” Idolonmon said, the strain in his voice immediately apparent.
“Never give up.” Tyler stroked Corinne’s face gently, brushing a blonde curl free from her cheek.

* * *

“Kill the intruders!” How rude!
“We can’t yet!” Well, that was at least a bit of a relief.
Zalyea looked around at the circle of strange men and women in suits. Most were pointing guns at them.
“Yo, you hear that?” Zalyea grabbed Len’s hand. This was a terrifying moment.
“I’m not scared; you don’t have to hold my hand.” Len tried to pull himself free.
“I know you ain’t.” Zalyea gripped tighter. She would never admit it was for her own good. “I ain’t either, but I once heard somefing about united we tall and together we fall.”
Len snorted and started laughing. How could he laugh at a time like this?
“What?” Zalyea exclaimed.
“That’s the wrong quote!” he laughed louder, his face lighting up. It was actually nice to see him like this. Especially after what had happened.

“Be quiet and put your hands up!” One of the suits yelled. “We don’t wanna shoot you.”
“We needa grab Alex before they lynch him.” She pushed herself up, checking her Digivice as she did. Gaimon was still out of it.
“Who needs to grab who?”
Zalyea turned around to see Alex behind them, grinning through the blood caked onto his face.
He gave them a thumbs up. “I’m fine.”
“When’d you get here?” Zalyea resisted the urge to show she was happy to see him.
“Why, you miss me?” Alex winked. “Just before these guys got here I came to check on you two.”
Rolling her eyes, Zalyea looked around. “Why haven’t they done anything yet?”
“They must want to capture rather than kill. The threat is just to keep us from doing anything.” Len grabbed his Digivice, pressing Encompass and sucked Iontramon into it.  

Alex looked at the guards and then walked closer to them. “Both of your shrouds faded?”
Zalyea shook her head. “There’s no way I’m using that crazy thing again!” Last time it had screwed with her vision.
“I’d rather not, too,” Len muttered.
“I guess we’re alone then.” Alex laughed weakly, looking at the guards with a pained expression. “Do you think we can escape?”
“Before they shoot?” Len whispered.
“Yeah.” Alex gulped, gripping his Digivice tightly.
Len shook his head. “Probably not.”

There was a loud explosion and chunks of rubble flew into the air. Idolonmon and Chrysanthemon burst out of the smoke.
“Leaf Dance.” Leaves quickly formed a dome around them before Zalyea could register anything.
“Killer Instinct.”
As the dome moved away, the guards were blown apart and Chrysanthemon and Idolonmon were stood in front of them, data orbs flying off their bodies.

“You got Leomon!” Alex exclaimed. “We’re heroes!”
Len looked at Tyler, staying silent. Had it affected him that badly?
“Yo, you guys alright?” Zalyea asked, wiping her face with her jacket sleeve.
“Rori, Encompass.” Tyler was ignoring her. His face was stern as Idomon and Orchidemon flopped to the ground, exhausted. Idomon was sucked into Tyler’s Digivice and he walked over to them.
“You guys really draw a crowd.” Rori puffed out air and smirked as Orchidemon was sucked in. Something in Rori’s happy demeanour was off but Zalyea couldn’t grasp it.
“It wasn’t us!” Musta been you!” Zalyea joked. Talking about feelings was not her jam.
“I’m not blaming you,” Rori said, holding up her hands and half-laughing.
Alex smirked. “Ladies, listen.” He wrapped his arm around Zalyea’s shoulder. “I’m sure the three of us can work this out.”
“Shut up!” Zaylea shoved him off.

Tyler pulled Aleena’s bag over his shoulder, straining slightly. It was surprising enough no one had taken the bag away but all that extra cash would come in handy. Maybe he’d let her borrow some to buy those new trainers she had seen last week.
“Activate the Digiportal for Gimi’s house.”
Then it clicked. “Where’s bubble-gum head? Shouldn’t we wait for her?” He had her bag. And Talmon was here.
“And why are you and Corinne cuddling?” Alex stood up, crossing his arms. “I wanna get in on that action.”
Tyler and Rori looked at each other but didn’t say anything.

“Can you hold her, actually, Al?” Ty said, holding out Corinne’s limp body.  
“Gladly!” Alex wrapped his arm around the blond, tossing her over his shoulder and withdrawing his Digivice with his free hand.
“Thank you, Alex.” Tyler glanced at Rori again but said nothing. They were hiding something. Maybe romance? Or was it about bubble-gum head?
“Go.” Tyler said.
Together, they pressed the button on their Digivices and the Digiportal appeared.
“Energy Burst.” Talmon panted weakly, spitting the energy ball at Alice.
Alice dodged at the last second, allowing it to hit the floor.
Aleena felt a smile spread across her lips despite the pain as she saw her partner standing up for her. He truly was her best friend.
Talmon slowly stood up, walking over. “No one hurts Aleena, no one,” he stated flatly, his furry brow furrowed into the most serious glare she had ever seen from the excitable rabbit.
At her hip, Aleena felt her Digivice flailing about. Looking down, she saw sky blue lights dancing out from it. The knife in her wrist twisted and she gasped in pain, although it was difficult to understand how more pain could be caused at this point. As she opened her mouth, a tornado of blue energy erupted and flew straight at Talmon, wrapping around him and encasing him in a Digivolution egg.

“I should…” Simon began, appearing from the shadows.
“No.” Alice glared at her partner but half-sighed as she looked at the little pink orb. “I’ll deal with him. You go somewhere else and watch my back.”
Simon looked sad but Alice’s will was unwavering and eventually Simon flapped his little wings and bounced away.

Aleena groaned in pain, the Digivice still shaking violently on her waist.
“If I’m correct, your First Vector provides denser muscles, particularly in the upper body.” Alice clenched her fist, flexing her biceps. “Mine increases the elastic potential in my muscles. It may sound weird at first but I’ll show you on Talmon.” She smiled kindly, it almost seemed sincere. “There was no way I could have used this on my baby sister.” With a thud of her foot on the ground, she moved into a steadfast fighting stance.

“I’m not finished!” Aleena growled furiously, trying to push herself back up. Planting her hands on the ground, she pushed, ignoring the searing pains in her wrist. As soon as she did, the muscles in her right arm gave way and she fell back on to the floor with a thump.
Alice looked back, and softly said, “You are. It’s okay.” She then turned back to the Digivolution egg. “Believe in your partner. She waved her hand and all of the knives flew in front of her. The ones embedded in Aleena flew out, releasing spurts of blood and then they all formed a circle in front of Alice.
Aleena screamed in profuse agony. Her mind was swimming, circling the drain. She couldn’t think straight and her vision was swapping between blurred and pure darkness as blood spurted from the holes in her body.
Alice’s knives spun slowly and then dispersed into dust, becoming invisible. With a flash, pink lightning danced up and down Alice’s body and then vanished without a trace.

Aleena growled in pain, clamping her hand over her wrist and looking down at her leg. Now she had calmed down, Aleena noticed her bleeding wasn’t too bad and the pain was more like the ebb and flow of the tide. She had to find some way to stem the blood flow. Aleena grabbed her t-shirt and tore off one of the sleeves, ripping it to make a bandage. Tyler definitely wasn’t having this t-shirt back now. Grimacing through the pain of her injured hand, she tied the fabric tightly around her thigh. Hissing in pain, she felt the pain shift into a dull throb. Calmly, Aleena clamped her hand back over her wrist and tried to ignore the pain she was in. That alone was a behemoth task at the moment but she quickly planned to cover it up next with the other sleeve. The other injuries were less severe; she could ignore them for now.

* * *

Talmon burst out of his egg, having changed a lot. He was now bipedal and looked a lot like a young human boy. Like Taran, really. Being only five feet tall and not very muscular, he didn’t think this form was as impressive as the other Champion Digimon had previously been. However, he remembered that quote from a movie that big things can come in small packages. A gust of wind brushed his almost naked pale body. He would kill her for hurting Aleena.
Alice shot towards him, much faster than he was expecting. She was like a jaguar, pouncing on her prey.
With agility he almost didn’t recognise, he leapt through the air. His faded dark blue cape fluttered about behind him, a gentle reminder that it was there. Narrowing his eyes as he landed on top of the staircase, he tugged the golden string holding the cape on, tightening it. This was awesome. He was a Champion!

Looking through the messy brown hair that covered his eyes, he watched as she pounced upon him again—reminding him faintly of a rabbit, which was kind of cute, considering the fact that he had a little rabbit tail poking through the back of his shorts—however he easily flipped over the top of her and back onto the cold metal ground with his new-fangled swiftness. His new name, he remembered it. “Taimon!” he announced.
Alice burst back towards him, swinging her arm out. Iron filings extending from her fist, striking Taimon and knocking him backwards. Now, that, he hadn’t expected.

The level Alice was fighting at was entirely different to how she had been fighting earlier. He had to just hope that he really was a big thing in a small package.
Alice burst forwards with such speed and ferocity that Taimon couldn’t react in time. Her fist flew into him, throwing him all the way across the vast room and into the wall. The room shook from the force and he felt the pain erupt across his small body. Dust fell from the ceiling but Kayran and Tracy, who were nearby now, didn’t respond.
Alice breathed deeply, looking tired as her chest thudded up and down and sweat dripped from her brow.
Taimon got back up, shaking off the attack. He had to keep fighting for Aleena’s sake.

“Finish it,” Kayran yelled, tapping away.
Alice waved her hand, sighing and a knife appeared. She walked over slowly as Taimon raised his hand.
“Eleven Dragon Magic!” The blue rabbit tattoo on his chest illuminated and then a glyph appeared on his palm, unleashing eleven smoky dragons as it expanded outwards into the air. He hoped to stop her before she got close but Alice didn’t pause for a second, flipping backwards as the dragons tore into the ground in an attempt to ensnare her limber form.

After her fourth flip to get away, she propelled herself high into the air, out of his range and waved her hand to form ten knives. Tossing the one already in her hand into the air, she then flicked her wrist to unleash all eleven knives on different, arcing paths.

Taimon tried to think quickly, following the knives as best he could. She hadn’t given him more than he could handle with his dragons, which was strange, but it was still difficult to determine how they were actually going to come at him. He waved his hand and decided to do away with the dragons, placing his hands onto the floor and digging his nails into a groove between the metal panels. He got a good grip with his feet and then reared up on all fours. “Dragon Soul,” he roared in a primal fashion. A dark blue glyph appeared in front of his body and a bone shattering roar was unleashed from it. The sheer volume of sound created a cone of air pressure that caught all the knives, shaking them in the air as they struggled against it before they fell to the floor, having lost momentum.

Alice put both arms in front of her face as a metal shield formed in front of her. The shield was quickly forced backwards into her, knocking her further into the air.
Taimon sprinted across the ground and surged up at her, swinging his fist. He was like some sort of jetpack man with this jump. It was so cool!
Alice reached out, catching his fist with her hands, as her feet touched the roof. Letting go of Taimon before he could even think about getting back down, Alice tensed her legs and burst downwards like a javelin, crashing her head into Taimon’s stomach and knocking him into the ground with another attack that shook the entire room.

This time, Taimon resolved he wouldn’t let her get the upper hand again. Flipping to his feet, he ran at her. “Eleven Dragon Magic!” The dragons erupted as he continued to run, stretching out towards her.
Alice hopped backwards as the dragons dived towards her with ease, not even seeming phased as he used every trick he could think of. With a flick of her wrist, she lifted up the metal panel beneath Taimon’s feet, flicking him into the air.
Dispelling the dragons, he rolled into a ball and angled his head away from Alice. “Dragon Soul.” Roaring, he sent himself flying towards her.
Alice grimaced and conjured a metal pole, holding it out.
Taimon opened his body up as he reached her and grabbed onto the pole. Flipping over her, while pulling the pole against her neck, he booted her in the back and roared again, shooting Alice across the room in a tumble of limbs as she tried to right herself.

Alice smirked as she rolled to her feet. “You’re just like Aleena.” Snorting, she giggled. “You always have another trick up your sleeve.” She wasn’t even taking this seriously!
“Don’t fraternise. Just eliminate!” Kayran roared angrily.
Alice shrugged, her smile vanishing and her face becoming a pale blank slate. “I’ll cut this short, I’m sorry but it’s necessary.”
Taimon had no idea what she was on about. He was clearly the one who was in the lead in this current battle of the strength, let alone the fact that she was just a human. How on earth did she expect to compete with a champion, even if she did have weird metal powers?

Alice threw the last of her iron filings out of her pouch, and lifted her arms. All of the little sparkles of metal lifted up, including the eleven knives, and they warped quickly into a multitude of small needles. There was far too many to count and no way Dragon Soul could stop this. He had little hope left to avoid it either with them almost covering the entire width and height of the room.

Iron abruptly appeared around Taimon’s wrists, ankles and neck, dragging him to the wall and pinning him against it. Panicking, he pulled, his body straining against the restraints but they wouldn’t even give a tiny bit. So, now he couldn’t even fight back. Okay, maybe she was able to compete with a champion but there had to be a way he could stop her.

Kayran turned around, laughing. “This is the true power of the one you have defied.” He turned to Aleena. “If you had just obeyed, I wouldn’t have to kill you like the dog you are.” Then he glanced at Taimon. “And I don’t need to say that all Digimon are feral animals that need to either be used for our benefit or put down.”
“Don’t talk to him like that!” Aleena screamed, thumping the ground. “I’ll kill you!”
“Aleena, you won’t.” Taimon looked at Kayran. “Because I’ll beat you to it.”
“You’ll need to defeat me first,” Alice said, throwing her arms down to her side and launching all the needles at once.
The attack came fast and he panicked.  

Taimon watched Aleena try to get up and help and felt guilty. He had promised to protect her and now she was going to have to protect him. No. He was going to make it stop. The needles burst through his Digital body, tearing through his flesh and releasing streams of data that swirled up to the roof. Howling, he tried to find a way to think about anything other than the pain he was in but it was impossible. His head was swimming in an ocean of agony and he just felt too weak to go on. Then the needles began to spin, clockwise and then counter clockwise. He roared, trying to do anything other than just survive but even that seemed impossible as they bored deeper.

The needles tugged free and slowly returned to Alice, sliding back into her pouch, smoothly followed by the cuffs dispersing into filings again.
Taimon fell to the ground, barely able to move amongst the fresh rubble, as his whole body ached. How come he hadn’t Dedigivolved? Was he able to keep going? It seemed impossible to move an inch right now, never mind fight. But he was going to have to. It was for Aleena. This was the battle of the century.
“It’s done,” Alice announced. She almost seemed sad about it. Why had she gone so hard if she hadn’t wanted to win?
“You may leave.” Kayran’s voice again. He wasn’t even going to say well done? He was truly awful.
Taimon didn’t regret them leaving anymore. Killing Kayran was the only thing he wanted to do now, and this was going to be his best chance if he could get Alice out of the way.

He coughed and got back to his feet. Looking over at Aleena, Taimon saw the look of sheer relief and then he looked at Alice as she walked away. He wouldn’t sneak attack her. He was going to beat her fair and square. Pointing his little fist, he yelled, “Alice!”
She turned back to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “You got back up?”
Taimon leapt forwards and then into the air. “Dragon Soul!”
Alice barely had time to throw some filings out and create a shield before both she and her shield were thrown back against the stairs.

Running across the room, the sound of his bare feet slapping across the ground, he prepared to continue his attack before she could get up again.
Alice smiled briefly, throwing out more filings and making the shield, and them, disperse into the air. Placing her arms and legs behind her, she thrust hard away from the wall, launching herself at Taimon.

Taimon leapt into the air. “Dragon Soul.”
Alice formed a shield and then flipped over it, vaulting herself upwards to meet him. She swung her leg up as she neared Taimon, a metal coating forming on her limb as it was about to connect with his face.
Opening his mouth, he roared at full volume, “Dragon Soul!” The attack blew them apart, throwing him into the roof and her into the ground. Bouncing off the roof, like she had, he opened his mouth again as she got back up. “Dragon Soul!”
Alice back flipped away and then leapt into the air, flicking her wrist to create and launch a hammer at Taimon.
Moving to the side, he caught it and hurled it back.
Alice laughed and clicked her fingers, turned it into filings as it reached her. “You’re doing really good, but you won’t win by playing around.”
Taimon kept his focus, not allowing the goading to get him annoyed.

Alice knelt down and then burst forwards, flying at him.
This was it. He had to use his last resort. “Dragon Form!” Taimon yelled. It was going to wipe him out quickly but it was the only way to take her on head to head. Energy flew outwards from his body, coating him and then spreading out further and further.
Alice’s fist collided with the faint red energy that had formed but didn’t even form a small indent. The energy cloak shimmered, turning golden and forming the shape of a dragon as Alice ran backwards. A snout and claws formed, linked to how his own body moved.

“This is something new; even to me.” Alice laughed, throwing out more iron filings from her pouch. “I may have to actually go sixty percent against you.”
Taimon was no longer prepared to play along, even if she was. He had to end this. “I’ll make you pay for what you did to Aleena!” He flew forwards, raising his right fist. The right arm of the dragon lifted up, the claws closing in to create a fist. Wings rippled from the back of the dragon, flapping to speed him up.
Alice waved her hand in a complicated pattern, unfazed by the attack, and a huge chain appeared. It wrapped around the dragon’s arm and as he tried to move his own arm, he found that he couldn’t. Before he could even try and escape, the chain dug into the wall.

He roared loudly and angrily, trying to tear the arm free but it was as if his real arm was stuck in the wall and every tug caused him immense pain to his already injured body.
Alice created more chains, pinning the other arm down into the ground and then his legs too.

Taimon was stuck; there was no way he could escape and while he was using this ability, he couldn’t use any of his other attacks. He had never felt so vulnerable. Waiting for her to make a decision on whether he would live or die was bone chilling. A little like a horror movie. Or maybe more like a thriller. Cursing himself for getting lost in a tangent, he watched Alice cover her mouth, coughing blood into it.

“I’m sorry, but I have to finish this.” Alice clenched her fist tightly and a gigantic bullet formed, facing him. Breathing in, she thrust her arm forwards and the projectile flew out towards him.
Simon bounced out of the shadows “Alice, you have to—” The little Digimon passed out, exhausted.  
Alice fell to her knees, her legs too weak to hold her up. “Dammit!”

Taimon pulled with his arms, desperate to block the attack. He wasn’t sure if the weaker belly of the energy dragon would be enough. The ground and the walls were torn up as he tugged, but his arms wouldn’t come free. Clenching his eyes shut, he willed the energy to somehow defend him.

Sharp stabbing pains flew through his bottom and he opened his eyes to see the energy dragon’s tail flicked out in front, the bullet embedded into it. The tail swished, knocking the bullet out, as data trickled out from his shorts. So this shroud wasn’t invulnerable, after all.

With one final tug, he freed his arms and legs, the chains and a chunk of the wall remaining attached. Panting, he felt nothing but exhaustion. His mind drifted to lazy days in front of the television and of a warm bed.

“Well?” Alice yelled. “You giving up?”
Snapping his eyes open he looked at her as she slowly stood back up and conjured a longsword into her hands, gripping it firmly. Looking down at his own hands, he watched the data swirl about. He had to do this. Clenching his fists, he charged at her, the wings beating in the air as he neared her. The ability vanished as he reached her and the chains thudded to the ground, leaving him feeling so vulnerable, so naked.

Alice immediately brought the sword down on him.
Darting to the side and with a grimace of pain, he flipped and kicked skyward, catching her in the face and knocking her back into stumble. Taking his chance as he landed, he bounded forwards, sinking his little fist into her chest and then her gut. Moving back, afraid of retaliation, he watched.
Alice staggered slightly and then dropped her sword, following it soon after with a thud to the ground.
Taimon grinned. He had done it! What a rush! Then tickling spread across his body and he looked at his little hands to see data orbs flying away from his body. That was right. He was exhausted. Closing his eyes, he fell to the ground.

“Pathetic.” Lord Kayran snatched a glare at Alice before looking back at them. “All of you.” Cracking his knuckles, he said, “If you want something done correctly, I guess you must do it yourself.” He pulled out a revolver, popping open the barrel, spinning it, and snapping it back into place. “Three bullets, so one each. No need to share.”
Talmon gathered his strength and lifted his paw. “Seven Dragon Magic.” However, the attack fizzled and crackled, just barely producing a single dragon. Ahead, he spotted a shiny object. The dragon darted towards it, picking up a fallen needle Alice had forgotten to turn back to filings in her haste. The dragon fizzled in and out of existence rapidly and he quickly realised he couldn’t do it alone. But he didn’t have to. “Aleena, catch!” he tossed the needle to her.

Aleena got up, screaming in pain, and caught the needle. With a spin on her right heel, she hurled it at the tank, piercing the container holding Leomon. Alarms began to blare and then Aleena fell onto her knees, panting. He had to go over and help her, and stop Kayran, but he could barely stay conscious.

Kayran shouted in German at Tracy, who shouted back, and then he turned and aimed his gun at Aleena.
Talmon panicked, trying to get up and stop it but every attempt ended with him falling back flat on his face like a pathetic waste of space. He couldn’t let this happen not now. Not after all they had been through!
“You will pay!” he yelled, squeezing the trigger.
“No!” Talmon screamed, hysterical. He couldn’t lose her! This could not happen!

“Leaf Dance.” A wall of leaves gathered in front of Aleena, absorbing the bullet into their ranks and then they separated, flying at Kayran and exploding as Rori, Chrysanthemon, Tyler and Idolonmon rushed in.
Idolonmon flew over to him, picking him up.
Talmon relaxed in the devil Digimon’s arms, exhausted. He was grateful for their friends, as much as he knew Aleena would be embarrassed.

“Aleena!” Rori gasped.
Talmon was set down by her side as Aleena coughed.
“This?” she smiled weakly. “It’s nothing.” Looking up, she nodded. “Free Leomon, I’ll hold Kayran off.” Just how she thought she would do that was baffling but Talmon knew how stubborn she was.
“You can barely stand.” Tyler placed his hand on her shoulder. “Let us handle this.”
Aleena shook her head, forcing herself up. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she clenched her teeth. “See, I’m fine,” she said, her voice strained. As she shook a bit, Rori caught her, slipping under her arm and holding her steady.

“Aleena, you can’t stand. Please, I don’t want to see you hurt!” Rori begged, struggling to hold the other girl up.
“It’s fine. I’ve got these.” Aleena shakily withdrew three body enhancing pills.
“Aleena in your state if you use them you could die!” Rori exclaimed.
“Don’t you dare!” Talmon yelled, trying to get up.
Aleena tossed them into her mouth and knocked her head back.
“No!” Rori screamed, grabbing at her throat.
Aleena lowered her head back down and opened her mouth. “Time to.” She hobbled away from Rori. “Kick his ass.”

“I didn’t think I’d need your assistance too. But now is the time.” Lord Kayran called, walking out from the smoke almost unscathed. His humanity was definitely in question now. How could a human not even be remotely hurt by that attack? And who was he calling for?
“As you wish, sir.” The voice announced from behind Leomon’s broken tank, accompanied by quiet footsteps.
“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.
“We can still delay them by torturing them, right, Tony?” Trish asked as they nonchalantly walked over.
“I guess.” Tony looked at the gun she was idly swinging in her hand unsurely.
“Don’t back down now!” Vipermon leapt out of the hole, injured but mostly fine and Baernmon followed soon after.
“Yo, delay us for what?” Zalyea yelled. What on earth were they on about?
“Just stay back, Zaylee,” Len warned.

Tony pointed his bat. “We gotta delay you so Lord Kayran can run a few experiments on—”
Trish punched him in the arm. “Shut up, Tony. You never start monologuing. It’s pathetic.”
“Sorry, Trish,” Tony mumbled as they stopped a little away from Len and Zalyea.
“Baernmon, you and Vipermon finish off these pathetic excuses for Digimon. We’ll take care of the owners.”
“Yes, Trish.” Baernmon shot at Zalyea like a bullet. “Rocketgirl!”

Gaiamon dived in the way, spitting out a glob of spit.
“Wind Torrent!” Baernmon unleashed blades of wind, cutting through the spit as she turned mid-air and flew back away.
“Coward!” Gaiamon slapped her webbed foot. “Face me!”
Vipermon leapt up into the air. “Fear Induce!” Red lasers flew out towards Gaiamon.
Iceangemon flew in front of the attack and held out his staff. “Angel Ice!” The staff morphed into a shield which deflected the lasers straight back.
Vipermon dodged and fired the attack again.
“Fool, that won’t work!” Gaiamon yelled, laughing.
Baernmon flew up and over Iceangemon’s shield. “Wind Torrent!” The attack pushed Iceangemon into the ground, forcing his shield to drop and the lasers to strike Gaiamon square in the mouth.

“Yo, you gonna pay!” Gaiamon bounded through the air, her tongue flying out at Vipermon.
Vipermon dodged, unleashing a beam of red energy.
“Minefield!” Mines appeared all around Iceangemon and as both Len and Zalyea ran, they exploded and data orbs flew out from the smoke.
“Iceangemon!” Len yelled, running forwards instinctively. Why wasn’t he thinking?
Zalyea ran after him and as the smoke cleared, she saw that Iontramon lay on the ground, unable to continue fighting.

“Maybe we should just call it a draw,” Tony muttered.
“Shut up, Tony!” Vipermon leapt to the side as Gaiamon’s tongue flew at her again. “Fear Induce!”
Gaiamon took the full brunt of the lasers, skidding backwards. “Yo, I’ve had enough of this!” Gaiamon planted her feet on the ground. “Darkness!”
The dark fell and Zalyea felt a little afraid, as always.
“Drill Bore!” Fizzing. Was that electricity?

“Earthquake!” The ground began to shake but it seemed rhythmic and controlled, unlike last time.
Zalyea got down low, feeling around for Len. “Are you and Iontramon okay?” Zalyea called, reaching around until she felt something.
A hand touched hers and she jumped. “Iontramon would speak but you’re touching him and you know how he feels about girls.”
“Sorry.”

There was a lot of thudding and then the darkness disappeared. Zalyea looked around for her partner, or even the opponent, but neither were visible. All that she could see were the flailing electric wires coming from the plethora of fresh holes. And then she realised what must have happened. Running over to a large central hole, she looked down and saw Gaimon, a little bird Digimon and a little snake Digimon in the hole. Dodging a flying electrical wire, she reached in and grabbed Gaimon. “Gaimon, you a fool.” Running back as Tony rushed over, she stopped next to Len as he placed Iontramon down gently. “Maybe we should run, yo, this looks bad.” Gaimon swirled into her Digivice but Len seemed to be elsewhere.

Tony picked up the other two Digimon carefully and held them to his chest, a tear rolling down his cheek before he set them down safely on the ground and clenched his fists angrily.
Len grabbed a chunk of rubble and hurled it at them, striking Patricia on the temple and cutting it open.
“You brat!” She yelled, disgust plastered across her face.
“Len, what do we do?” Zalyea whispered. They couldn’t fight, at least, not well. And their Digimon were out of action.
Len gulped. “Hold them off.” He looked at her, his face betraying his terror. “Like we promised.”

Trish looked up at the huge mountain of a man that was Tony. “Tony, you take care of the girl. I’m going to make that kid never forget the time he hit me.”
“I’ll smash her face in.” Tony sprinted over, swinging the bat wildly. He had completely lost it!
“Len, run!” Zalyea yelled, turning around and running away but Len didn’t. “Len!” She stopped, looking back, but regretted it as Tony reached her and swung the baseball bat. She ducked underneath it, bending backwards almost in half until she fell onto her back. “Look, we didn’ mean it!” Zalyea protested, holding up her hands.
Tony hesitated. “You didn’t?”
“No, but I mean this!” She thrust her leg up into his groin, making him keel over and then leapt to her feet.

Zalyea reached down and grabbed hold of the bat, prying it from his grip and began to hit him, with what might she could muster, until she was out of breath. She looked down at Tony and he wasn’t moving, bar the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Dropping the bat, she staggered backwards. She had just done that… that bloody mess… she did it. In all the time they had been doing this she had never had to something like that. Looking at it made her feel physically ill. Keeling over, she hurled up the contents of her stomach.

“Zalyea, help!” Len!
She snapped her head in his direction and saw Trish on top of him, pointing her gun at Len’s head. Grabbing the bat, she ran over, yelling to draw that evil woman’s attention.
Trish looked over and smirked, moving the gun from Len’s face and pointing it towards her.
Zalyea froze. She had never had a gun pointed at her. What could she do? This was literally going to be the end of her life. The loud crack as the bullet exploded out of the barrel in a flash of light. Her mind flickered back to her mum, in this of all times. Why was she thinking about that stupid woman? Then her sister and her brother.

“Zalyea!” Zalyea looked back at Len as he wrestled with Trish, both hands on the wrist she had used to fire.
Trish struggled, trying to force the gun back towards Len with both of her hands. “I’m going to blow those pretty little brains right out of your head.”
Zalyea patted herself down. It had missed. Len had saved her. “I’m coming!” As she reached Trish, she swung the bat, cracking it across Trish’s face and knocking her off Len. She dived for the gun as it skidded across the floor, grabbing it before Trish could.
“Insolent girl!” Trish booted her in the stomach, winding her and Zalyea felt her grip loosen on the gun.
She couldn’t call for help, she had to hope Len would just come.

Sure enough, Len leapt at Trish, knocking her over. “Zalyea, throw it away!”
Zalyea, barely able to stand as she regained her breath, tossed the gun across the strange floating island as far as it would go. As it hit the ground, it fired off a shot. Luckily, it was in the other direction.

From behind, she felt a fist crash into the back of her head and everything went black and fuzzy. As she regained full control, she realised that Trish was dragging her across the floor by her hair. Screaming and kicking, she tried to fight her way free as tears ran down her face but it was to no avail.
As they reached a wall, Trish thrust her up against it and grinned sadistically. “Silly girl.”
Zalyea felt a low thump in her abdomen and then an intense pain followed by a series of repetitive jabs to her kidneys and then several to her face as she slumped down, no longer being held up by herself or Trish. Blood and barely able to see, she spat out a glob of spit and looked up at Trish as she stepped back.
“Die here.” And then Trish’s big black boot flew into her face.

* * *

Len got up, wiping the blood away from his bust lip but was shocked when he saw Zalyea’s state. “How could you?” he yelled, furious.
“Poor little baby,” she teased as she walked over, shaking the blood off her fists. How dare she? This was so casual! “You gonna cry? Does baba need a tissue?” She smirked annoyingly. “Don’t worry, you’re next. I don’t do preferential treatment.”
He felt his fists ball up involuntarily and his cheeks flare up in anger. Usually, he was able to keep calm but this was different. She had hurt someone he cared about. “I’ll make you pay!”

“Show me what you’ve got, kid!” Trish charged at him, leaping and swinging her foot as soon as she was near.
Len ducked but a follow up strike straight into his abdomen caused him to spit sputum all over the ground; she had winded him in just one blow.
Trish laughed and booted him over onto his back and then climbed on top of him.

“You clearly didn’t think this through, kiddo. Entering our base without permission; it was a death wish, even if you brought those traitors with you. Lord Kayran will not be beaten by some silly inner-city kids.” She moved closer all the while, her breath warm on his neck and her words like venom. “That’s a nice jugular.” She traced it with her sharp manicured talons. “It would be a shame if it got an itsy.” The claw pushed into his neck, drawing blood and he began to panic but she was holding his arms down with her knees. “Bitsy.” The talon dragged across his neck and he felt the blood trickle down onto the ground. “Cut!” She raised her claw, bringing it down.
Len wriggled at the last second and felt the claw scratch along the side of his neck, warm blood dribbling down and onto the floor now.
“Why you!” Trish exclaimed.
Growling, he threw her off himself while she was unfocussed. “You’re evil!”

Trish looked at Len with contempt. “Don’t think I won’t make you pay.”
Getting up, he ran at her and dived on top of her. Grabbing hold of her arm, he moved it swiftly, tugging with every single bit of strength he had, until he felt it slide out of the joint. His training as a junior paramedic was definitely not intended for this purpose, but right now it was his only way out.
Trish screamed, cursing loudly as she gripped at her arm. “You little freak! I’ll make you regret this!” She breathed deeply through the pain, moving her arm about. He didn’t have long before she relocated it by the look of things.

Staggering back, he looked at Iontramon and frowned at the sorry state he was in. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered tearfully. “I promise I won’t ever hurt you again.” He looked down at his fists, clenching them as the tears fell onto them. “But I will hurt her.” Looking up, he searched for Trish but couldn’t find her.
“Poor boy, I’ll wipe those tears for you.” From behind him! He turned just in time for her to grip hold of his throat tightly and toss him onto the ground. His back throbbed as she leapt on him again, pinning him down harder this time. “That really hurt you know.” She looked at her arm and then back at him. “But guess what else will.” She withdrew a knife from her boot. Winking, she said, “This.”

He had never quite felt fear like this. Was she going to kill him? She seemed so happy—gleeful. This wasn’t right. He couldn’t die here! “Stop, please!” Len yelled. “I’ll do anything.”
“Music to my ears.” She leant closer to him, grinning. “Keep begging, and throw in a little screaming too. It gives me something nice to dream about later.”
“Please!” Len begged, tears rolling down his cheeks now as he struggled against her steadfast grip. This time he couldn’t even wriggle slightly. He wanted to be strong, to spite her, but he couldn’t.
“So weak. Such a freak, really. It’s strange that those two would side with you, even if they are traitors.” Leaning close, she whispered in his ear. “Little Len, do you like surprises?”
Len shook his head, crying. “No, please. Just let us go!”
“This will only hurt a bit.” She placed the knife onto his forehead and began to carve away at the skin.

Len screamed in agony. His forehead was on fire, each cut threw him further into some sort of hell. The hot blood poured down his face, blinding him and dripping into his mouth and ears. As the knife scraped across his forehead, it was all he could do to stay conscious. He screamed and sobbed but she wouldn’t stop. She was laughing, enjoying this. The blade stopped but the burning and blood continued.

“Pretty as a picture. Now you have something to show your friends.” He could see her through his own blood, but it was sticky and made it hard to keep his eyes open. She was sat up, her head cocked to the side as if she was in an art gallery. “Now, let’s do some more art.” And then Trish flew off him.

Len looked to the side, almost delirious and barely conscious. Zalyea?
Zalyea smashed a metal bat repeatedly into Trish’s head and body until the latter ceased to move. She threw the bat at Trish, it bouncing off her face with a sickening crunch, and then turned around. Moving over to him, Zalyea gasped and tears filled her eyes. “L. L…” She touched his forehead and he felt shooting pain so great he involuntarily spasmed. “Len. Those idiots who can’t tell the difference between The Sun and a lightbulb. They did this?”
Len nodded slowly, feeling himself tear up.
“We’ll get you cleaned up! It’ll be okay!” Zalyea nodded, choking on her words. “It’ll be okay.” Gripping his hand, she said, “I didn’t forget the promise we made each other in Japan.”

* * *

Chunks of building fell all around them as they stood amidst the chaos.
“I’m in charge, just listen to me!” Zalyea yelled, her torn green vest top showing the cuts across her skin. Her legs were bleeding into her trainers and her hair hung messy around her face, the bobble that held it in a bun long ago snapped.

He wasn’t looking much better. His blue shirt was missing the sleeves and torn up, revealing his cold pale skin underneath and his baggy shorts were torn all up the left leg, following the bruising and cuts on the leg itself. Both Iontramon and Gaimon were beat up too, but still standing while the city around them burned and crumbled.

“You listen to me, I should be in charge! My plans always work better!” he yelled back angrily as their partners kept watch for attackers.
“I’m older!” Zalyea folded her arms.
“Yo, we got trouble incoming,” Gaimon called.
“Can you Digivolve?” Zalyea asked but Gaimon shook her head in response. “We fight anyway.”
“Are you stupid? We have to get away before they get here!” How could she be so dense? Did she want to die?

The attackers in question were a mixture of humans—with blank white eyes and gormless expressions—and Digimon with the same vacant expression. A grey hare-like Digimon leapt at them but Iontramon leapt up and head-butted the Gazimon away.
The frog Digimon’s drill flew from her back, impaling another Gazimon that had gotten too close, turning it to data. “Quick, fools!”

“Fight!” How on earth she hadn’t killed herself before now was a mystery.
“Run!” he yelled, louder.
“Frivolous fighting will get us nowhere.” Iontramon sighed.
“Shut up!” the two yelled in unison.
Len yelled, “Don’t tell my Digimon what to do!”
The girl shoved him forcefully. “Don’t tell me what to do, Len!”

He opened his mouth to retaliate but noticed that the crowd had reached them and before he could stop them, the amorphous blob of zombies took Zalyea.
“Zalyea!” Gaimon leapt into the crowd but was thrown back.
“Zalyea!” Len yelled and then everything hurt.

* * *

Gaimon tugged Zalyea away from the crowd as it left. “Are you okay?”
“Where’s Len?” Zalyea asked, groggy. “Why didn’t he even try to save me?” While she was annoyed that he hadn’t helped her, nearly being killed by those crazy idiots had shown her that maybe she had been a bit rash and could let him have a say before she told him to shut up.
“I’ll go look.” Gaimon bounded away.

Zalyea got to her feet and looked around. The whole place was a mess and everything hurt. Building had crumbled, cars were overturned and smashed up, the road was littered with holes and street signs were strewn across the floor. Why on earth Tyler had thought it was a good idea to come here to Japan and help in the effort to fight back a group of infected Digimon was beyond her. She would much rather be home in bed watching TV. Not to mention the fact that the infection had somehow spread to people. No way in hell did she want to get turned into some crazy zombie.
“Zalyea, come quick!”

She ran over, following the sound of the voice, until she reached a large chunk of a fallen building that Gaimon was in front of. “Round here.” She bounded back around the rubble. Where was Len? Had this crazy frog forgot what they were doing?
Zalyea walked around the rock to get a better look at whatever it was and then felt sick.

Iontramon was passed out on the ground next to Len’s head and Len’s upper body was being simultaneously crushed and impaled by the mass above him. Rushing over, Zalyea heaved and pushed the rock but it was too big for her to move alone.
“Gaimon, can you drill some off?”
“I’ll try but you keep safe. I ain’t drilling twice.” Gaimon’s drill flew at the rock and began tearing through it slowly.

A while later, the rock was a shadow of its former self. “That should do it.” Zalyea moved closer, stepping up to the rock and placed her hands on it firmly but felt her shoes squelch and stick to the ground as she tried to gain footing. Looking down, she saw that she was stood in blood. Len’s blood. “Len!” She let go of the rock and knelt down, placing her hand on his cheek.
“We have to move it quick,” Gaimon insisted, drilling away more at the rock.
“He’ll get hurt!” Zalyea protested, hugging his lifeless head.
“If we don’t free him, then he’ll die anyway, yo!”

Zalyea breathed deeply. That was ultimately true. “Cut it some more and I’ll try again.” Zalyea longed to hug him and tell him it would be okay but she had to try and free him to do that.

Gaimon made short work of the rock, leaving just the pole behind. Now, every time Len breathed—not that he was doing it much—the pole shook and the wound bled profusely.
“I don’t know what to do!” Zalyea screamed. How could she make this decision?
“Lift it out, fool! I know we’ll get help in time!”
“What if they don’t?” Zalyea screeched. Then she paused and silence fell. This was not like her. If there was one thing she did, it was believe and hope that it would all be okay. But this situation was hopeless.

“Don’t give up on him; he wouldn’t give up on you, fool! Move it and he gets a chance!”
Zalyea muttered, “I’m scared.” Reaching up, she touched the pole gingerly.
“That’s what I’m here for, fool!” Gaimon moved next to her. “Ready?”
“Wait!”
“What, fool?”
Zalyea looked the pole up and down. “Can you cut the pole really small?”
Gaimon frowned. “Maybe. Hold the bottom end still, yo.” The drill hovered off her back, floating near the pole.
“Got it.” Zalyea gripped the pole at the bottom and then with a loud snap, a chunk of pole flew away, clattering on the ground.

Holding her hands on his chest, she clamped them down as blood trickled out through her fingers. “It’ll be okay, Len. I promise.”
Did he just? She watched again and saw his eyelids flutter slightly. He was alive still!

His eyes flickered open he growled in pain. Through an sharp intake of breath, he asked, “Zalyea?”
“Save your strength. I’ll get Ty here soon.” She stroked his face, flicking the hairs from his sweating forehead.
“I’m sorry—” Len screamed in agony, his hands clamping down on Zalyea’s. “We fought.”
Zalyea laughed, holding back her tears. “Shut up, it’s my fault you’re like this.”
Breathless, he replied, “No, it’s mine.”
“You two is like a bad TV show.” Gaimon sighed. “We near the big thing that’s falling!” Gaimon was on the phone to them.

“I promise I won’t ever let you get hurt again.” Zalyea felt the salty taste tickle her tongue as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Just promise we’ll always be together and it won’t matter if we’re hurt.” Len smiled. “Because we’ll have each other.”
Zalyea sniffed. “Promise.”

* * *

The look of Kotturmon on the floor crushed Alex. They had let everyone down even when they had tried really hard. His vision began to turn black as he fell to his knees. “I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes and allowed his body to flop down onto the ground. He just hoped the others would forgive him.

* * *

Kotturmon opened a single eye as Golaumon flew over to her partner. “Rachel, wake up, it’s over!”
“I knew it. We’re not in RODAF because we’re weak.” Rachel coughed and stood up but swayed from side to side. She was ripe for the killing.
Pushing with her paws, she got up and then exploded into a sprint, pouncing through the air at them. “Swipe!” Using her flame covered paw, she bashed the white ball across the ground and into the office building, sending her through to the other side. People from inside screamed and ran out but Kotturmon ignored them. “Flame Cannon!” The pressure from the attack destroyed the ground beneath it as the spiralling pillar of flames flew at Golaumon. As it collided with her, she disappeared into a huge flaming ball. The office workers covered their heads, running away. Pathetic humans. So combustible.

Kotturmon turned to Rachel, baring her fangs. “I’ll tear you into so many pieces that not even a magnifying glass can find you.”
“Orbital!”
“Silly tricks don’t work twice.” Kotturmon leapt into the air, watching the discs follow her. “These stupid discs will meet the same end as you.” Curling up into a ball, she allowed herself to fall into their pathway while spinning.

“Going on the defensive won’t work!” Golaumon flew at her quickly.
Defensive? She had to be joking. Poking her head out, she roared, “Flame Cannon!” The flames spun her around faster and faster, turning her into a flaming disc. The flames cut straight through both discs, turning them into data. Hitting the ground hard, she felt the flames trickle off her body and smirked. “It’s over.”
“Teleport.” Golaumon appeared next to her, beginning to glow brightly.
“Swipe!” Kotturmon brought her paw into the unsightly orb, sending it straight back where it came and then headed over to Rachel.

“I’m not afraid!” Rachel withdrew a gun.
Kotturmon laughed and slammed her paw down on Rachel, making sure that her claws were either side of the girl’s fallen body. “You still feeling brave?”
Rachel growled, trying to free herself. “Get off.”
“Call off the fight.”
“Afraid you’ll lose?” Rachel teased.

Moving her head down, Kotturmon watched Rachel try to writhe free. “I’ll turn your partner into a Digi-egg.”
“Light Beam!” The attack struck her before she could react and she was thrown across the metal ground.
“This might just be a fight I can really sink my teeth into.” Kotturmon grinned mischievously. “I just have one request.”
“It’s unorthodox for prey to ask a favour of their predator, but I’ll allow it.” Golaumon floated up and down slightly.
“We both fight at one hundred percent. If you hold back, I’ll annihilate you.”
“Golaumon, ignore her. Just be safe and win,” Rachel insisted.
“Just know this was your suggestion.” Golaumon began to spark more ferociously. Pink energy prominences burst from her form and a white aura formed around her body.

Kotturmon didn’t allow the fancy light show to deter her and instead exerted her own power. The flames she was exuding expanded, burning brighter and higher and making the air around her turn to steam. Clenching her claws, she crushed the ground beneath her and then surged forwards.  

The trail of fire around her was the only indication of where she was. The flames had boosted her speed so much that she was struggling to keep up with herself visually. Diving at Golaumon from the side, she attacked. “Swipe!”
“Grand Luminescence!” Golaumon’s body shone brightly, blinding Kotturmon completely and giving her sunspots in her vision.

“Teleport.”
Damn. There was no way she could follow that stupid basketball. Whirling around, she tried to find it but no luck.
“Light Beam!”
Kotturmon heard the crackling from her right and jumped away as her vision returned. “Flame Balls!” As the fire rained outwards, she sucked it in through her open mouth.
“Light Beam!” Golaumon’s whole body shone pink briefly before a pink laser erupted in place of the usual pale white colour.

Kotturmon landed and faced the attack. Opening her mouth, she felt the fire rumble in her belly. It was time. This would decide it. “Flame Cannon: Max Power!” The energy from both attacks was blistering until they finally collided. Kotturmon kept unleashing the fire, her bodily flames dimming down to almost nothing as she poured everything into the attack. Waves of light and fire flew out from the collision, decimating the ground around them until the two attacks exploded and threw everything away.

Kotturmon panted and struggled to stand. That explosion at such close range had been the most formidable attack she had ever felt between two Digimon. That was nearly all of her power; there was just enough for one more attack. Staggering through the waves of smoke, she spotted Golaumon floating ahead and looking exhausted. Pathetic.

Kotturmon ran at her, despite exhaustion, she was going to end this. She swung her good front paw. “Swipe!”
“Light Beam!”

Kotturmon’s attack hit first and Golaumon turned back to a rookie in a flurry of data orbs. However, the energy from Golaumon’s attack continued and hit Kotturmon before it faded away, turning her also back into a rookie.

Now Felismon again, she felt even more weak and useless but still clambered back up as Almon did.
“I look forward to our next fight.” Almon floated for a second more and then she fell.
Felismon watched, thankful and sad that it was over. Spotting Rachel walking over to Alex, she flicked her tail. “Fireball.” And knocked the girl onto her back. The whole ordeal was finally over.

She made her way over to Alex, but as she was just a few feet away she fell to the ground in exhaustion. He better appreciate this. Stupid boy.
Iceangemon thrust his staff into the ground. “Frozen Throne.” He turned to Len and Zalyea. “Try not to fall over.”
Len watched him fly forwards as a small humanoid Digimon burst out with a blue metal bird helmet on its head. With wings and feathers adorning the pale blue skin of the body, it looked like a creepy cross between a bluebird and a pre-teen girl.
“Baernmon!” The Digimon flew at Iceangemon, the jetpack on its back bursting into action.
“Gaiamon!” Gaiamon winked at Zalyea. “I’m here, yo!”
“Vipermon!” A large green snake, easily seven foot in length slithered across the ground with the horn of its bone helmet pointing at them.

“Hand of Emotion!” Iceangemon unleashed a beam of blue energy from his fist at Baernmon but the latter avoided it, flying around behind Iceangemon.
“Wind Torrent!” From the open mouth of the helmet, a tornado of wind burst out, throwing Iceangemon backwards. “Rocketgirl!” She twirled around and flew at Gaiamon like an arrow.
“Earthquake!” Gaiamon slapped her foot off the ground, causing it to shake and the ice to crack and chunks to fly up into the air. She smacked chunks of ice at Baernmon but the bird Digimon nimbly flew through them all.
“Bone Horn!” Vipermon fired the horn from the helmet.
Gaiamon leapt into the air to avoid the attack but was struck down by Baernmon’s head-butt, flying straight back into the ground.

“Guys, use some teamwork!” Len yelled. This wasn’t working. They were being destroyed, just like Tyler and he had thought.
“They know that, fool, but it ain’t no use if they ain’t got the manpower!” Zalyea shook her head. “Honestly. And you s’posed to be smart.”
“Ignore her. Fool is wrong!” Gaiamon got up and Iceangemon flew next to her. “We got this!” Gaiamon leapt forwards.

“Fear Induce!” Vipermon’s eyes glistened with red sparkles and then two red lasers flew towards them.
“Angel Ice!” Iceangemon’s staff formed a shield and he pushed back against the attack, growling. “Len, I won’t let you get hurt!”
“What about me?” Zalyea yelled.
“I got you!” Gaiamon said before turning back to their opponents. “Darkness.” Everything disappeared, there was not a speck of light, just sound.

Len could hear movement, it sounded like slithering. “Constrict!” The darkness vanished and it was revealed that Vipermon was wrapped around Gaiamon’s tongue, which was in turn wrapped around Baernmon.

“Hand of Emotion!” Iceangemon’s energy beam struck Baernmon as Gaiamon let go of the bird Digimon and retracted her tongue rapidly with Vipermon still attached.
Baernmon flew back to Tony and Trish, bouncing off the ground.
Gaiamon bounded backwards and winked at Zalyea.
“Two against one, I guess.” Len looked back at Tony and Trish. Why hadn’t they attacked? If they were just like Aleena and Rori then they would be able to beat up both him and Zalyea with ease. So, the question remained, why weren’t they?

“I ain’t ever doubted ya; that was just to make you move!” Zalyea gave her partner a thumbs up.
“Focus your attacks on the humans!” Patricia ordered sternly.
Baernmon seemed to reluctantly obey the order, waving her hand. “Minefield.” Little metal discs appeared all over the area and the ones near them exploded instantly.
Len screamed in anguish. The intense heat filled his senses and then he thudded against the ground and coughed as he was felt all his energy disappear. Burning sensations covered his body and he realised quickly that parts of his clothing had been singed away. He lay back, looking up at the sky as he heard more explosions. Suddenly, the sky turned black.
“Wind Torrent!”
Len expected Gaiamon and Iceangemon to respond but he suddenly found himself blown about and sharp blades of wind cut his skin brutally until the darkness faded.

Len groaned and tried to assess his injuries but he knew they were bad without checking. Sitting up slowly, he saw Gaiamon’s furious glare as Zalyea lay on the ground, unmoving.
The ground shook violently as Gaiamon’s anger took control of her abilities and everyone was thrown about like dolls.
While trying to stay standing, Len saw Iceangemon launch an attack from the sky. “Hand of Emotion!”
“Wind torrent.” The attack flew at Len directly. There was no time to escape.
“Angel Ice.” Iceangemon flew in front of the attack and his staff turned into a shield, blocking the attack and then turned into a spiked chain. It darted at Baernmon faster than the little Digimon could evade and wrapped around her tightly and then threw her at the ground so hard she burst through the metal surface and into the wires beneath.

“Hand of Emotion!”
Gaiamon spat out Vipermon and then her drill began to glow. “Drill Bore!”
Vipermon crashed into Baernmon. Both attacks chased them, exploding on impact and blowing open a huge chunk of the metal surface.

Gaiamon leapt back, landing next to Zalyea and Len realised it must be safe enough to finally move.
He ran over too, worried about his friend. “Zaylee!”
Gaiamon looked down solemnly. “Zalyea, fool, I’m so sorry, babe!”
Zalyea started coughing as Len reached her and then smiled, getting up. “I’m fine.” She coughed once more and then got to her feet. “’S nothing.”
“You had me worried, fool,” Gaiamon whispered softly.
“You had me worried you weren’t gonna win!” They all started laughing but as the smoke cleared they saw Tony and Trish walking through. Trish swung a gun idly round her finger while Tony carried a metal bat over his shoulder.
“Things have looked better,” Len muttered.

* * *

“So, grandma, you think you can get through me?” Alex looked at her, grinning.
“I’m your age, idiot!” Rachel screeched. Turning to the guards, she said, “Lower your weapons and go after them. I’ll deal with this rat personally.”
They ran at Alex, pushing him over as they ran past.
“Hey, no!” Alex yelled, feeling helpless. “I’m supposed to be stopping you! Stop!” he reached after them but they didn’t even look back. He felt his cheeks burn with anger and embarrassment. “That wasn’t very fair!”

“Whatever, small stuff. It’s between me and you now.”
Her Digimon burst back out, having changed dramatically. It was bigger, pink and had white discs spinning around it, forming an ‘X’ across its face. Pink lightning flickered from the discs, and it spoke. “Golaumon.”
Alex looked down at his Digivice. “Not much point using my Digivice. I think it’s best to just beat her.”
“Kotturmon!” The cat Digimon arched her back and stretched.

Kotturmon looked over at the Digimon and then back at Alex. “Don’t worry, Alex, the bigger they are…” She picked him up in her mouth and tossed him onto her head.
It was a little disorientating but he managed to finish the phrase. “The harder they fall.” He rubbed his head and grabbed onto her fur tightly.
“This won’t be your average merry-go-round.” Kotturmon darted forwards in a zigzag pattern, nearly throwing him off already. “Swipe!” Flames swirled around Kotturmon’s paw as she swung it at the pink orb Digimon.
“Teleport.” Suddenly it was gone.

Alex heard crackling from behind and saw Golaumon floating in the air behind them. “Kotturmon!”
“I know,” Kotturmon growled, spinning and swiping again.
“Teleport.” Golaumon began to laugh. “This will be easy, Rachel.”
“Good work!” Rachel cheered.

Kotturmon crouched low and then thrusted into the air and opened her mouth. “Flame Balls!” The fire on her fur flew into the air, forming flaming rain all around the area. “Flame Cannon!” A spiral of fire snaked from her mouth, shooting straight at Golaumon.
“Light Beam!” Golaumon’s body shone brightly and then a beam of light emerged from her body, colliding with the flaming tornado. The attacks exploded on collision, sucking in all the air around and extinguishing the raining fire.  
Kotturmon landed a few meters away. “Clever.” It was difficult to tell what his partner was thinking but he could tell she wouldn’t let it go that someone had outsmarted her.
“I will deal with you just like the other problematic Digimon in the past. Total annihilation,” Golaumon replied.

Alex looked around but there wasn’t anything they could use to win easily. “Kotturmon? Can we separate the two of them, do you think?”
A white-hot laser flew at them and Kotturmon dodged the side. “Perhaps. Why?”
“If I’m fighting Rachel, maybe her partner will be distracted enough for you to win.” Fighting a girl totally wasn’t cool but no one had to know. And he would go easy on her.
Golaumon roared, “Light Beam!” From above a beam of white energy flew down.  
Kotturmon leapt up and away, avoiding the attack and coming face to face with Golaumon. “Flame Cannon!”
“Teleport.” The fire snaked off into the sky aimlessly as the orb Digimon appeared on the ground away from them.

Kotturmon landed gently. “Leave it to me.” Jumping up, she spun so she was facing the other way. “Hold on tight, Alex. Flame Cannon!” She began to corkscrew, making it virtually impossible to stay on her. Right now, she was more like a flaming arrow than a Digimon, flying straight at Golaumon.
Alex’s face flew about like it was made of jelly and he was sure he had peed himself.

“Teleport!” Golaumon appeared to the side. “Light—”
Kotturmon swiped at Golaumon, making her retreat further. “Flame Balls!” The fire from her coat spread out in every direction as she revolved. “Now, Alex!”

Leaping off, Alex landed on Rachel with a thud as fire hit the ground all around them. It became quickly apparent why this idea was stupid when she booted him back off her so hard he was sure she had broken a rib. He fell onto the floor and she leapt on him, punching him repeatedly in the face until he couldn’t see straight.
Stepping up, Rachel walked off.
His quickly swelling cheeks made working out where she was even harder but he had to persevere. Alex rolled over—his face throbbing with every breath—and grabbed her ankle, tugging her over. She yelped as she hit the ground and he punched her in the stomach before getting up and staggering backwards. That would surely keep her down. He wiped the blood from his broken nose and tried to spot Kotturmon.

“Light Beam!”
Kotturmon landed in front of him, flicking her tail in frustration.
“Kotturmon!” Alex yelled, his hazy vision becoming clearer.
“Alex, look after yourself. I’m not going to let a bouncy ball beat me.” Kotturmon leapt out of the way at the last second, spewing flames from her mouth as she did.
A fist crashed into the side of Alex’s head and he fell over as Rachel dove on top. “Focus on me.” Rachel gripped him by the neck and squeezed tightly. “I’ll be the last face you ever see.”
Alex grasped at her hands as his head swam with thoughts and flashes of his life. Squeezing at her wrists, he tugged but the hands wouldn’t budge. He gasped for air, his chest screaming, but there was none to be found.

As he began to see nothing but a dim light in the centre of his vision, it all stopped and he gulped down the air greedily, trying to fill his lungs. He wasn’t sure how but he was saved. Getting onto his hands and knees, he coughed vehemently, trying his best to recover so he could work out what happened. As he tried to look over to where he could still hear fighting, he fell onto his side. Rachel was… Kotturmon was squeezing her in her tail.

“You want your partner to live? Then beat me!” Kotturmon said, leaping into the air and unleashing a torrent of fire from her mouth.
“I’ll destroy you! Light Beam!” Golaumon’s attack collided with Kotturmon’s and then Kotturmon looked back at Alex.
“Alex, keep an eye on her.” She tossed Rachel’s limp body at the ground and then sprinted around the explosion caused by the collision of the two attacks.

“Teleport.” Golaumon appeared above Kotturmon. “Orbital!” The discs on her body detached and flew at Kotturmon.
Kotturmon charged forwards, the discs grazing her back as she slipped through them but then they curved back, flying into her sides, cutting deep into the data of her flanks before returning to Golaumon. Kotturmon screamed in pain, data swirling off her body. She limped away, trying to recover.
Golaumon floated down behind Kotturmon, her energy body pulsating. “Light Beam!” The attack struck Kotturmon and then Golaumon turned to Alex. “I’ll make you pay for what your partner did.”

* * *

“Corinne?” Lummosmon looked down at her.
Corinne couldn’t take her eyes off their opponents. This was such a gross mismatch that she was terrified. There was no way Lummosmon could fight both of them and she couldn’t help her. “Lummosmon, I’ll keep him busy.” Corinne closed her eyes, gulping back the fear, and snapped her fingers. The warmth covered her and then she opened her eyes again. She was in no rush to fight him, but she was also sure she had to act soon.

King ran forwards abruptly and so did Calmoonmon. “Lummosmon!” Corinne ran backwards, heading back towards the hallway they entered from.  
“Shine Bright!” Lummosmon fired off several white lasers as Corinne stood back, hoping that would be the end of it.
King leapt over Lummosmon as Calmoonmon swung her leg at Corinne’s partner, who blocked it just about. He continued to run at her until he was just meters away and then leapt through the air again, raising his fist.

Corinne leapt to the side, avoiding the punch, but she wasn’t expecting the foot that crashed into the small of her back as she ran away. The sheer force of the strike threw her across the room, where she lay watching Lummosmon and Calmoonmon fight.
“Crescent Moon Crush!” Calmoonmon leapt into the air, her leg glistening purple.
Lummosmon moved backwards slightly but not fast enough and ended up being caught by the attack and also thrown back.

“Lummosmon!” Corinne yelled, fearing her partner was already seriously injured. Why had she agreed to this? It was stupid!
“Worry about yourself, I’m fine!” Lummosmon insisted, getting back up.
“Just be careful, okay!” Corinne yelled, getting back up.
King sighed and then ran at her. “Why won’t you just stay down!?”
“I’m fighting for my friends!” Corinne yelled, feeling angry that he would challenge her.

Ducking under his punch, she moved around his back and jumped back as he swung again at her. She already knew too well what would happen if one of those attacks connected.
“I will defend Corinne!” Lummosmon ran at Calmoonmon, swinging her staff.
“Moonlight Dance!” Calmoonmon snapped her fingers and her hands and feet were enveloped in pink flames, all four appendages releasing misty music notes.
“Pretty…” Lummosmon sighed.
“Lummosmon!” Corinne yelled as she ran from King.
Lummosmon nodded and held her staff horizontally. “Divine Tooth!” She froze for a second and then pointed her staff. “Shine Bright!” Yellow lasers began to fly at Calmoonmon but the latter leapt into the air and punched, unleashing a ball of cherry red flames.

“Ignore them. You have to beat me.” King grabbed her by the shoulder and lifted her up.
Corinne screamed as pain tore through her shoulder bone due to his large hand squeezing it. Writhing about in his grasp, she tried to force her way free but he wasn’t budging. She was going to have to hit him—even if it went against everything she believed in.

Striking fast, and hard, she thrust her fingertips into his throat and he dropped her immediately, backing off and coughing. Corinne looked down at her hands and remembered the last time she had used the martial arts her grandfather had taught her. Shaking her head, she ran away from King, hoping to gain some distance as she heard Lummosmon and Calmoonmon collide repeatedly with thumps and booms.

Turning back, she saw Lummosmon swing her fist up covered in a bright white light. It collided with Calmoonmon’s chin and threw her into the air.
Calmoonmon, undeterred, threw her arms and legs forwards, unleashing four balls of cherry pink fire.
Lummosmon blocked them with her staff but the explosion was still enough to throw the fairy Digimon backwards.
As Calmoonmon landed, the two charged at each other again, not waiting a moment.

King walked forwards. “Run. While you still can.”
“I’m not letting you hurt my friends!” Corinne yelled as the sounds of rapid hand to hand combat echoed in the background.
“Please, I don’t want to hurt you. If you stay and fight, then I don’t know how far I’ll have to go before I can stop. If I…” King paused. “You’re innocent. Just let Kayran go about his business and it’ll all be okay,” he pleaded.

She looked at his expression and could see the sincerity. However, surely they were trained to fake everything. “I won’t fall for your tricks!”
“This is bigger than you, or me, or even Leomon. What we do here won’t affect the outcome. Lord Kayran aims to—” He stopped talking, grasping his ears and falling to his knees.
Corinne instinctively moved to help him but Calmoonmon appeared at his side.
“Shine Bright!” The lasers struck Calmoonmon, throwing her across the room and into the wall.

“King, just obey the orders!” Calmoonmon yelled as she pushed herself up.
King shook his head, looking at the ground. “I don’t want to hurt innocent people.”
Calmoonmon stood up, running at Lummosmon. “King, this was the only reason we were reunited! Don’t let them take me again. I can’t be without you!”
“I won’t let it happen.” King stood up slowly but surely and looked at Corinne with dead, black eyes. “I’m sorry but I won’t go easy on you anymore.”

Lummosmon flew at her opponent. “Holy Strike!” She swung her glistening staff but Calmoonmon flipped over it and back flipped away, taking their fight over the other side of the room.

King burst forwards and swung his fist, leaving Corinne little time to dodge before he threw another. He continued to swing again and again, and she knew that he was going to beat the instinctive reflexes that the First Vector gave her. A fist flew straight into her face and she was thrown across the room and into the southern wall as blood exploded out of her face in equal amounts to the pain that ricocheted through her skull. Even pausing to think broke the automatic response. Then the thumping of boots on the ground, lots of them, and lots of men in suits burst into the room.

All was truly lost now. She couldn’t even escape from King, let alone all of these guys.
King charged straight at her without looking at them but as they got in his way, he dived into the group and loosed off two quick punches and kicks, knocking a few of them out straight away and then used one of the men as a pommel horse before knocking him out and finishing off the rest with a few well-placed strikes.

A gun went off and Corinne covered her head, terrified. She breathed rapidly, trying to work out if she had been shot. Her face was already covered in blood so it was difficult to see anything really. However, an abrupt loud roar indicated it wasn’t her. Looking up, she saw King holding his arm as he booted the final guard into a wall. It was awful, but she was glad he was hurt in the hopes it would delay him and then he turned back to her and she remembered what his First Vector was as the bullet popped out of his arm.

A loud collision between the two Digimon over the other side of the room unleashed shockwaves and blistering winds, making it difficult for Corinne just to stay standing. She watched the two exchange blows briefly before seeing King frowning at her.
“You should have run while you could.” He slowly began to walk forwards. This was not good.

* * *

“Whirlwind!” Gusts of wind flew down at them.
Rori looked to her reliable and silent partner as she burst from her egg and twirled around.
“Chrysanthemon.” The wind swirled into the turbine on her back, spinning it faster and faster. Pirouetting, she pointed with her arms at Warhawkmon. “Incapacitator.” A multitude of blue lasers burst from the turbine, bending around her to attack Warhawkmon from all over.
“An improvement.” Cory shrugged.
“Shocker!” Warhawkmon unleashed the rockets from his wings, using them to shield himself from the beams attacking from the front. The remaining ones crashed into the side of Warhawkmon but he was completely unmoved by the attack.

“I’ll wipe that smirk off your face!” Rori yelled, leaping onto Chrysanthemon’s back.
Chrysanthemon flew into the air, holding her arms out to the side, and said, “Leaf Dance.” Foliage appeared around her and Warhawkmon and then the leaves around her flew at Warhawkmon while the others tightened around him in attempt to trap the bird Digimon.
Warhawkmon flapped his wings, blowing them away and causing them to explode before they were anywhere near him. The explosions formed a hasty smoke screen, blocking their view.

“Cheap tricks won’t save you!” Rori yelled, withdrawing her pole and expanding it as she leapt into the smoke and spun it around herself. Jabbing as she saw a black flicker in the smoke, she felt it connect with something solid. Whatever it was fell through the smoke and out of it as Rori fell too. There, she discovered it was Cory, and saw Chrysanthemon and Warhawkmon struggling above as the two of them fell.

Spinning her pole as she fell to slow her descent a little, she watched Cory throw out several grappling hooks until the ropes formed a cross above the courtyard. The makeshift swing caught him a few meters above the ground. She too, landed on it gracefully, and then swung her pole at him.
He blocked it with ease, raising his leg up into her chest. “Too slow.”
She staggered backwards, trying to catch her breath but he was too quick and thrust a palm into her chest, throwing her off the ropes and onto the ground with a painful thud. Any higher and she would have definitely broken something, but as it was, she felt mostly fine.

Cory leapt down, booting Rori in the face as she tried to clamber to her feet. Unable to stop herself skidding across the grass, she watched him leap at her. He brought his foot down but she managed to roll to the side, getting to her feet before he could continue the assault.
“Nice.” Cory withdrew an object from his waist and flicked it down to turn it into a metal baton. He began to walk towards her with a sadistic grin. “Shame I’m not.”

Midnight Pondering

Mon Apr 7, 2014, 5:39 PM


Copyright 2010 Journal Skin by Airamneleb


Okay, so the old entry was a bit old now and redundant. I'm going to write something else... Hrm.

So, I've been suffering from writer's block recently and that really sucks because I wanted to ideally get my dream fanfiction released by the end of March and it's now April. Oopsie. I call it my dream fanfiction because I started it probably around three years ago now for a random drabble contest on a forum and then it really gripped me and ever since then I've wanted to finish it. It's what got me back into writing Original works so I'm always thankful for that and it introduced me to the world of fanfiction and how intense fandoms can be (I never knew people could get so angry about fiction!). Basically, at the moment I'm doing four or five things with the story.

1 - I'm rewriting it each chapter from the start (up to chapter six) so that it can be beta'd and undergo the final rewrite. However, the current chapter just isn't gripping me, despite being action packed, and so we can't really move on with the editing.
2 - I'm trying to finish the story but I'm stuck with which scenes to put where because I'm up to a sort of filler area before the final plot arc of the story. I've got a few ideas but not enough for the chapters I have left and yet also too little to fill the few chapters I have left (I'm at chapter 41 and I want to finish by chapter 54)
3 - I'm going through and writing in scenes that I forgot or couldn't be bothered with the first time around. To do this I jump from chapter to chapter following a single POV and then go back to the start with a different POV. It can get really tiresome but it's currently the only thing I'm making any progress on.
4 - I'm trying to finalise main character designs but I'm having a lot of trouble with them because I can't draw well so they don't match the image in my head. I'm also trying to think about side character designs and how important they are to the story.
5 - I'm trying to write my two projects with HawkRider but both are slow paced at the moment because we're at a tricky part of the plot that needs to be carefully handled and so the plot juices are drying up.

Anyway, so yeah... I'm a little bit pickled at the moment because I'm also trying to juggle college work alongside all of these thought processes which can mean late nights (like tonight). And now I'm ranting on Deviantart, which I've never done, rather than getting any work done for anything. I procrastinate far too much for a normal human being. Just the other day someone asked me when I last saw my girlfriend and I replied "But I'm busy!" the response was "All you do is play games and sit on facebook." While not 100% accurate it's pretty god damn close. I'm lazy and selfish. Someone motivate me~

Oh, I just noticed that this skin is so nice but my entry doesn't fit it so I'll end on something kinda dreamy. A mini (sort of) extract from my story:

"We fight every day. You may not think it but your heart fights to keep you alive; your brain fights to keep you conscious and your muscles fight to allow you to move. Every moment you spend breathing is a fight. Eventually you have to lose the fight, and while that may seem scary it's just the ending to a beautiful story. Don't let your story drag on."

  • Listening to: Technicolor Eyes - Backseat Goodbye
  • Reading: My story
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  • Eating: Dairy Milk Chocolate
  • Drinking: Tea

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I'm sorry for taking this long to give you a Llama Badge, since you gave one to me.
I hope it's not too late.
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Haha, it's fine, thank you! 
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Thank you for giving me a llama badge, fellow Deviantartist. I will put it to good and custom usage some day.
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You're so polite :) Haha, I am glad :) 
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thank you for the llama :3
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