Private/Closed Dimension Games

[comic]

VADER​

Zed's attack pushed their foes to the edge. It was obvious that they cracked under pressure. As Mediamon took another, third form, the dark lord was already preparing another attack, pulling the primitive vehicle toward them with the force, the dodge charger crumpling as it neared, twisting and breaking into jagged, twisted metal. With the grip of his fist, something in the middle of the crumpled scrap metal burst, and metal went flying, separated into many sharp projectiles that were now flying rapidly toward both Astra and Entermon, spinning as they went in haphazard movement, some closing in directly, others arcing about to hit from the sides or behind.​

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Astra & Entermon

59...58...

This attack would not be a problem. Snapped his fingers. Suddenly, large, twelve foot amps began to sprout out of the ground. Diagonal, vertical, they were sprouting up chaotically. The metal shrapnel was soaked up by the speakers, causing no harm to the mon or the man.

57...56...


"This venue is no good." Entermon said "I need a better location."

The tall mon waved their arms out, flying several feet into the air. As it did so, the floating octagons around his back began multiple at a fantastical rate. They multiplied and stretched, connecting to one another until they formed a massive sphere around the area, the entire place becoming pitch black.

That's when the panels lit up with lights. Strobes blared, a five foot tall stage had formed under Entermon, and a holographic crowd was waving their glow sticks passionately.

52....51....

"Happy Phantom!" They called as they turned to the crowd, reveling in the presence of the audience. "Are you ready for a preformance???"

The crowd roared, spotlights shining down on Zed and Vader

 

[ArmedBlue]

Zed
​

How interesting. Mediamon had transformed into Entermon, no doubt gaining a boost in power, now capable of plunging the entire area into darkness before filling it with a holographic crowd, complete with spotlights shining down on the two rulers. Luxia would have loved to hold a concert in a stage like this...

No attack was made just yet by Entermon, giving Zed the chance to fly a little higher and swipe his arm down at the Appmon, dropping a row of Rex Caliburs like he had done moments earlier against Vader. Should they strike the ground, they would release a series of golden flowers along the ground, causing burns on contact.​

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Entermon


49...48..

"Yo! Nice glowsticks! I'll give ya a beat to wave to!" Entermon half complimented the Red Caliburs. "Portées Melos!"

Suddenly, out of the four corners of his back octagon plates, musical bars fired out. They were rainbow colored and weaving in and out like they had a mind of their own. One band swerved as around at an angle, weaving through and snatched the Rex Caliburs before they could fall down to harm. The blades began to glow in rainbow hues before they shattered with an aaray of techno tunes.

The remaining three swerved towards Zed and Vader. Two toward Zed and one to Vader. They would track, weaving like living snakes.

43....42....

 

[comic]

VADER​

The creature was making a spectacle of its death. How ironic. Whatever combination of science and magic this was, the dark lord cared very little. Zed followed up with an attack, but Vader had taken the time to continue walking forward. He was conserving energy, and so far, he hadn't been forced to use too much of it. The child, Astra, was worried. His fear permeated the air. It betrayed him and his partner. This Entermon would fail. This show was nothing more than what it appeared on the surface.

A show.

"You have forty meager seconds of survival remaining," Vader declared as strange music-based projectiles maneuvered for them. "You power is temporary. Ours has no end." He raised a hand, gripping it tightly into a fist. A dozen of the bass-boosting amps that had sprouted up were violently ripped from the earth, flying aggressively against the three remaining "techno tunes". This would hopefully break the attack, while also leaving Zed with another opportunity to quickly strike as the sith did not slow in his approach. Despite just walking, by now, he'd covered the distance between them, and was closing in quickly.

"There is no escape."​

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Entermon

40...39...

Vader was right. There was only 40 seconds left. However, Astra hope- no. Astra KNEW he could pull off a miracle here. He had to! So as the speakers were lifted by Vader, Entermon could only laugh along.

"You got that spirit man! But my spirit's stronger!!"

Two of the Portèes Melos strands swerved, wriggling out of the way from the flying amps and continued toward Zed, but the third one was hit...or more so flew into one of the speakers. That's when it blasted out, in, and out of the speakers one by one, making thick techno notes to the first 9 notes of the Imperial March.

Brr Brr Brr, Brr BRR Brr, Brr BRR...

And for the 10th, it blasted out an amp that was disconnected from the entire field Vader had and raised. One that erected behind him. The colorful display was a diversion!

BRRRRRRRRR!

36...35...

 

[comic]

VADER​

Impressive. Of course, in retrospect it made sense that the devices clearly designed for sound amplification would not stop what could only described as physical sound. A mistake on his part, a bitter word that left a bitter taste, but mistakes paved way toward success. His knowledge increased, it would not be something he would allow to repeat.

He prepared for an attack to---

"AURGH!" Darth growled, propelling forward, thinking quickly and catching himself with the force to land on a knee, several lights blinking rapidly on his suit's controls. "Clever," Vader noted, "but clever will not defeat me." He quickly rose back to his feet, outstretching his arm. A grip befell Entermon, as though constricting his limbs together, before Vader moved his hand downward, intending on pummeling the digimon into the ground with brutal force, before darting forward.

That blast, while damaging, had its uses. The distance was now lethally close, and following his use of the force, Vader was on Entermon in a split second, lightsaber swinging through the air with a quick horizontal slash, quickly followed by a vertical cut.​

 

[ArmedBlue]

Zed
​

Two Portées Melos were headed his way, proving too slippery for Darth to intercept or for Zed to shake off his trail. The Adept wing grew in size before curling around him, acting as a means of protection. Zed proceeded to spin at high speeds, becoming a golden blur as the Portées Melos slammed into him with great force.

The Golden Trillion managed to endure the attack, though it came at the cost of his wing, the flames sprouting from his back vanishing as Zed was forced down to the ground for the time being. He landed a decent distance to Entermon's left, immediately aiding Vader's attack by summoning a series of golden feathers behind and above the Digimon, aiming to converge on top of Entermon and burn him to cinders.​

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Astra & Musimon


"Aw yeah, now that-rrrk!"

Entermon was interrupted by his throat getting clenched by an unknown force. Before he could wrap his mind around it, he was slammed into the ground, his octagonal plates scattering all across the stage floor.

32...31...

It was already halfway over. Entermon cringed as Vader and Zed both converged on him. Wait. This was HIS world, not theirs. As they both converged on him, he looked toward Vader. While he was still on the ground, he gave him a little wink.

That's when suddenly, the ground beneath him sunk, the Mediamon shaped hole being replaced by a couple of his octagonal plates he left behind. Within moments after this maneuver, the parameter of the stage skyrocketed up, erecting a massive wall all around the stage. A roof would form too, connecting all the walls together to form a massive box, one which Zed and Vader would be trapped in!

"Is everyone ready for the Jumbo-Box??"

A screen displayed on the outside of the box for the 'crowd', displaying the interior of the box as Entermon reappeared from the bottom of the stage, the exit sealing back up with thick plates.

24...23...

"Let's see how funky they can get? you ready??"

Suddenly, inside of the box, panels flipped over, rows and rows of panels began to face the interior. Speakers...all of them. This was a death trap!

"Let's goooooo!!!"

The speakers inside would all blast at once at maximum volume, causing so much stress and concussive force that the reinforced walls themselves would shake, quiver, crack before finally breaking apart due to the sheer power of the sound waves!

21...20...

 

[Fraseandchico]

Dusty McClean


Huh. So that's what it felt like to have pride stamped on, Dusty pondered as he was thankfully ignored.

Still, this seemed like bad news. That dark guy and, well...whatever Zed was supposed to be, they had teamed up. Dusty thought it looked a bit overdesigned, but he was probably biased. Still, he couldn't afford to stay still, as every began to move so fast. Suddenly, one of the others here had transformed, heck, seemingly became one with another being. And covered the area. As all the action occured, Dusty kept to himself, but suddenly everything began to shake as a frankly ridiculously loud soundwave sent him flying to another wall, breaking him through it just moments before the full thing shattered.
"Beep!" He said something that sounded rather angry, and assumed that Dark guy had done it - He had experience with people mostly of the colour black or grey being the heavy issue. He looked into his hacking interface, and focused on Vader. He noticed some really weird cyber stuff, seemed mostly unprotected despite keeping the guy alive.

Well, now he felt bad, whoever gave him all that must've really wanted him under control, it almost reminded him of little Billy and everything...
No, he had to focus. And if that meant taking advantage...!

He closed his eyes and began to focus all efforts on hacking Vader's suit, causing mostly minor malfunctions where he could but aiming to try and cause what looked like some kind of center part break down or maybe even explode - He wasn't sure, he didn't have much time to figure it and this hacking was leaving him rather open and his closed, focused eyes were not exactly hiding his efforts.

 

[comic]

VADER​

The lightsaber did not hit its mark. Vader stared at the ground for a moment, before the cube constructed around them. This creature was growing tiresome, but he was well aware of its weakness. It could throw whatever it liked, it was nearly done for. When panels along the cube began to flip to present more of the amplifiers, the dark lord understood what was happening. It wouldn't have been a problem had he been at full strength, but in this weakened, lesser state, it would be a taxing effort.

Admittedly, he was impressed with Entermon's display, as annoying as it was. It was doubtful his new ally in Zed would switch sides again, or that Entermon would welcome him back, but Darth needed to save face. He owed Zed nothing, but it was better to solidify their agreement in the long run than otherwise.

The crimson blade disappeared as Vader holstered the weapon, before he raised both arms. Massive booming blasts tore at them, but Vader had constructed a force barrier around both himself and Zed. The force barriers shuddered against the onslaught, and despite Vader putting immense focus and effort into them, they were pathetic compared to his standards for himself, and were quickly weakening. Despite this, Vader's voice remained calm, even as his respirator began to increase. "This form of theirs has twenty seconds remaining," he informed Zed. "Only then will this be done."

His internal systems suddenly gave him an alert, an alert beeping inside of his helmet as a few lights on his suit's controls began to wink on and off. This was not unfamiliar. A hacking attempt on the suit, something he had suffered from only once before when Imperial traitors had hired the assassin droid IG-88 to kill him. He had instead destroyed the droid, and its attack had given him reason to focus on redesigning some aspects of the suit to make it almost impervious to such attempts again---cleared by Palpatine, of course. His master lacked interest in allowing Vader to modify the suit very much, and Vader understood why, though he still lacked the proper power to do something about it.

Expecting that Zed could take care of himself now, Vader relinquished his force barrier around his ally, giving him room to breathe, as he moved his free hand to his controls, twisting a small dial before pressing two buttons on the top, and his suit ceased blinking as it regained itself, and also alerted the sith to the source of the hacking attempt.

A small droid that had been zipping around the battlefield. Vader had known it was around, but he hadn't paid it much mind. Clearly a mistake. He had assumed the hacking attempt had been courtesy of Entermon, but instead, it was a small disc-like robot.

With the assault of sound ended, Vader dispersed his barrier, feeling the toll it was taking on him. It wouldn't take terribly long to recover, but in this situation, it could prove disastrous. Immediately, using the less exhausting force ability of kinesis, Vader made to grasp onto the droid with the force, lifting it into the air, forcing it to spin haphazardly, well aware of targeting capabilities, making it as difficult as possible for it to get any sort of grasp on its situation. A small, meaningless thing that could prove disastrous if left unattended. Quickly, he began to try and crush it into a small piece of scrap metal, similar to how he'd treated the earlier dodge charger, though with less vigor in his recovering state, while banking on Zed to keep Entermon covered for a few seconds, though Darth kept a wary eye on the situation, not keen on being thwarted again.​

 

[Psymallard]

Psyduck & Omega
"...Duck-!"

Now under fire, Psyduck ducked back into the bushes and stumbled away from Leon, a bullet stinging his behind as he did.
The Duck waddled away, muttering his name under his breath as he left the scene, still angry at the betrayal.

---

Another combo from the humans brought the robot to the ground, the super-knife of Leon Kennedy ripping into the steel plating of his leg, and Masaru showing off his strength to slam the huge bot into the sand!

"Impressive...for a couple of flesh things. Though I have seen better!"

Omega's damaged lower body retracted into his torso, and a fresh rocket thruster sprouted in its stead. Immediately it ignited, as his arms went up to grab the fighter wrapped around his head! If successful, Omega would drag his opponent through the rocky desert, barreling into Leon if he didn't move, up until they reached a large object for him to slam the fighter into!

Bowser
As Nikolai yet again foiled his plans, Bowser let up his barrage after just a couple clashes, his scales moistened with his own blood. He roared in anger. This "Russian" was becoming a pain in the butt. Another stream of blaze rushed from his mouth directly downwards onto his opponent to blast his opponent back into the dirt, before jumping, and stomping back down onto his opponent. He did so again, but leapt higher and stomped harder. The third hop was higher still, and he added a backflip for flair before coming down upon Nikolai with even more might.

 

[DevVoid]

Buzzo
His arms lowered and guard removed, Buzzo watched as he was pushed right back into the air. So much for that plan. But.. his machete.. his mind, even.. they still rang out for bloodshed. For the intense desire to cut something off... to take a life away. It was unbearable. The madness rising up in him, bubbling like a cauldron, a feeling of anger arose. Or, was it perhaps the drive to keep fighting? To continue this adrenaline-inducing, blood-pumping, life-threatening clash? What did he care if he was gonna die - THIS was the real shit he was looking for!

While any sane mind would try to make an attempt to dodge the giant piranha's approaching jaws.. this hopped up psycho did something else. Something that even his foe may not have expected. Instead of trying to move his body to the side or even prepare to do something against the incoming bite.. Buzzo faced it with a wide smile. Curling up into a ball, he had launched himself toward his opponent with a Cannonball, with just one slight detail being different to how he'd normally perform this move - he had held his machete extended, using it to spin like a saw blade as he launched himself towards his foe's wide-open mouth, aiming to slice them clean in two with this one move!

Buzzo does a cannonball!

 

[ArmedBlue]

Zed
​

Vader's psychic abilities proved both versatile and powerful, the sith conjuring barriers around the two of them, managing to withstand Entermon's trap, albeit barely. His ally's focus seemed to shift to a different foe momentarily, something Zed didn't pay much mind to as he got right back to dealing with the Appmon. Entermon's form only had twenty seconds left, according to Vader. He'd shown to be able to tap into the minds of others, so there was no reason for him to think otherwise.

This would be over in no time at all.

Golden flame in hand, the Adept swung his arm in an arc in front of him, summoning a flock of phoenix-like birds that quickly headed directly for Entermon. A Rex Calibur manifested in Zed's hand as he ran in to close the distance, burning blade swinging through the air as he made to quickly slash at Entermon three times in quick succession.​

 

[comic]

LEON​

Some damage landed (and that duck waddled off). This was enough to satisfy Leon and let him know that this foe could be downed. It was just a matter of one-upping it consistently, and also not taking too much damage in the process. That was also pretty important.

"Impressive...for a couple of flesh things. Though I have seen better!"

"I'm sure you have," Leon replied sardonically, watching as it enacted a new strategy. The robot grasped onto Masaru---not something good. While Leon was impressed at his ally's earlier display of durability, he doubted Masaru nor himself could tango in a power match against the android (and the pink ball thing was probably just generally squishy, it didn't seem to have a skeleton, so it'd probably be fine if squashed). Thinking quickly as the robot zipped on its rocket-powered underside, aiming to crash into Leon while carrying Masaru, the agent reacted quickly. He didn't have too many items in his inventory to provide a whole lot of options against this foe, in this situation, but judging by the speed, acceleration, and weight of the mechanical foe, it wouldn't be able to make any sharp or sudden turns, and with Masaru busying it, Leon had an opening he was certain he could land.

Waiting for just the precise moment, Leon kicked off the ground, leaping upward as he flipped his knife to carry it upside-down, and as he reached the point of height he'd intended, right as the robot was sailing beneath him, Leon slashed with the knife, aiming to cleave into the elbow joint of the enemy, hopefully with enough force and deep enough to sever the limb and offer Masaru an advantage in his situation.

It was a blink-and-you'll-miss-it transaction, but when Leon landed, he had already yanked out Matilda, slipping about and aiming a few careful shots for the propulsion jet of the android.
​

NIKOLAI​

Bowser was quickly punished in the game of fists, so resorted to using firebreath, already denoted by the orange glow rising in his throat. Nikolai crossed his arms over his chest in an 'x', blasted back a couple feet as the flames engulfed his body (though did not burn his pants, this is a PG rp, despite all the blood, gore, and violence). Bowser then used his most predictable strategy---leaping up to stomp down. Nikolai scoffed as he took a few steps back, avoiding the first. Bowser quickly leapt again, and Nikolai strode backwards again, raising a brow at the Koopa as he leaped a third time.

"Khorosho."

Nikolai reeled his fist back, which became heavily engulfed in a powerful indigo aura, energy crackling up his arm, before he launched the fist forward, the sound barrier cracking as his fist collided with Bowser, and a supercharged explosion of SOUL energy dispelled with a---

B O O M !

---shaking the very earth around them, sending a wave of energy all around them, even reaching the battle between Petey and Buzzo, though it had reduced to a light kinetic wave, like a strong gust of wind, at that distance. Nikolai was not finished, however, as he kicked off from the ground, an impact crater of earth shattering from his leap as he slugged into the King of the Koopas, though rather than using his prior strategy of weight and power, the Russian led with a flurry of strikes and kicks, a blur to even the most trained of eyes, his fists striking so quickly it appeared he might have had six arms moving in tandem with each other. Nikolai was sacrificing raw strength for speed, as he was now striking faster than a chain gun could fire bullets, aiming for nerve nodes and weak points, weakening the integrity of every point of contact he made while wisps of indigo magic transferred between the two with each contact point, life-stealing energy seeping into Bowser.

Well aware of Bowser's increasingly-predictable moves, if Bowser would attempt to strike back, he'd be met with fist-to-fist strikes again. Fire-breathing would result in Nikolai once again punching down the throat with the intent of grasping anything internal he could, and ripping it out. Bear-hugging would result in Nikolai slamming his rapid fists into nerve nodes along the Koopa's arms, striking for the nervous system, a strategy that would not only cause shocks of pain to jolt through Bowser (like when you hit your funny bone), but also debilitating features, able to disable parts of the body from receiving signals from the brain. If Bowser attempted to increase his weight to escape the Russian's rapid onslaught, Nikolai would quickly switch to power again, using heavy strikes to knock Bowser back up and keep them in the air longer (all of this assuming Bowser's biology had anything similar to a human and/or turtle, as Nikolai was quite skilled in biology sciences).

This entire exchange, Nikolai was laughing with pure, unadulterated joy, his eyes wide and excited. It seemed almost as though he was having the time of his life, like a child receiving a new and beloved toy on Christmas morning. His joy was child-like, even as his methods were brutal and dark. He was ignoring the fact that he was tapping into his vast droves of stored stamina and energy, something he didn't often do, but he had committed himself to this conflict, and no matter the consequence, he was having the time of his life.​

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Entermon


Vader showed signs of weakness, as if heavily winded from his previous move. There was an opening! That's when Zed came to shelter his comrade, attacking with a flurry of pheonix like birds. He wasnt against a little heat! Entermon swung a punch forward. The punch eliminated the immediate flames, the force of the punch snuffing out the residual ones around.

Out of said punch, a flurry of Octagons emerged from the back of his hand, spinning and locking together around Zed alone. It was a small formation, a dodecahedron 10 foot tall and wide. Inside, half of the sides, lights blasted flashed blindingly while speakers emerged from the other half, blasting intense sound waves. This was to overwhelm the senses of sight and sound, while hopefully doing intense damage to Zed.

The cherry on top? Entermon would point his index finger straight up, the prison flying right up to meet it. It spun and spun around and around at increasing speeds.

16...15...

"I think it's finally time for the beat drop!"

Entermon would them throw the prison at fast speeds, aiming to crash it down on Vader, hoping the impact would defeat the both of them right then and there! Right as it would impact, a massive dubstep drop would sound, residual vibrations sounding across the arena.

13...12...

 

[ArmedBlue]

Zed
​

Entermon still had some tricks up his sleeve, it seemed. Zed was now trapped in a cage of octagons, a little less than twice his size in height and width. The next part of the move made the Appmon's intentions clear: his goal was to overwhelm him, flashing lights and intense sound coming from everywhere. This made Zed cringe as he was forced to close his eyes, and he could most certainly feel his ears begin to bleed. Recovering from this one would be a pain...

But just because the prince had been restrained didn't mean he would let himself be made fun of like this. As he slammed into the sides of the prison due to its spin, Zed's arms were coated in a golden light, making use of his Golden Trillion to call forth large amounts of energy and heat. Right as the cage was thrown, Zed slammed into the side of it, the force (both physical and Septimal) enough to barge through it, leaving a blazing trail behind him as the octagonal plates scattered everywhere, the Adept landing somewhat roughly a decent distance from both Entermon and Vader, though he quickly aimed to counterattack.

The glowing energy on his arms was suddenly expelled towards Entermon, acting like a fiery bullet as it soared through the Appmon's stage, set on a collision course with his foe. This did strain Zed, as burns could be seen on the prince's arms the moment the flames left his body.​

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Entermon


"Haha! That's a dedicated fan right there!" Entermon commented as Zed broke through his disorientation prison. "Those tunes too weak for you? How about we make things interesting!"

Entermon, without any regards to it's own safety spearheaded right on, taking the fire directly across it's chest. The screen in the center getting a nasty spider crack and the body showed sparks and visible wear all along it. The scarf appeared to be charred and ripped as well. All of this so Entermon could stop right in front of Zed, face inches away. Unwavering.

"You look like a heavy metal fan."

That's when he would take advantage of his foe's still disoriented state, trying to grip him with a strong right arm, keeping him lifted into the air. That's when his four played on this back began to glow a deep red.

"Portèes Melos!"

The tracking projectiles shot out with the sound of a deep electric guitar, firing at point blank range right at Zed. They would blast him, loop around, blast, rinse and repeat until their target turned into pyrotechnics!

7...6...

 

[comic]

VADER​

"Hm," Vader narrowed his eyes behind his red-tinted visors, and force-pushed the droid up and away, expecting this to take care of it for a time. His reasoning was Entermon's next move. Zed kept it busy for only a few seconds, but those were quickly ticking down, and the digimon was rapidly running out of options and opportunities.

The prison formed around Zed was hurtling down toward him, though Vader did nothing, as though he knew that before it could reach the dark lord, his ally would shatter the prison, and launch a counter-attack. Entermon reacted recklessly, taking the attack with no regard for his safety. He understood just as Vader did that he was losing. He was hell-bent on trying to take them with him, or at least deal lasting damage.

The self-proclaimed "Portèes Melos" attack was launched again, the numbers nearing their penultimate count. While Darth still required more time to regain his optimal power here, he was still capable, even from his distant position from the others. Raising a fist, he used the force to grip the center screen of Entermon halfway into his attack, and attempted to forcibly rip it out of the creature's body with an invisible, violent tug. If it wouldn't separate, the force would instead send them for a slug into the ground.​

 

[ArmedBlue]

Zed
​

Entermon was quicker than he expected, getting right up in his face in a split second, reminiscent of the Arc Chain technique he'd been up against before. In his disoriented state, Zed was unable to prevent the Appmon from grabbing him and holding him up in the air, and it didn't take a genius to guess what was coming up next.

The first wave of Portées Melos was met with a Rex Calibur, the golden blade managing to deflect each of the sound-based projectiles, though they were quick to loop back around for another strike. He had to act quickly. As the rainbow projectiles slammed into the weapon again, this time breaking it apart, Zed's restrained arm built more energy, courtesy of his Septima. In an instant, the prince's limb became incredibly hot as flames burst from it, the Portées Melos coming back to slam into him with no blade in the way. He hoped to cause Entermon to let go of him, coupled with whatever Vader was doing to burn down those last few seconds and finish Entermon off. Otherwise, he could be taking a significant blow here.​

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Entermon


He had begun to make progress! Zed's defenses were weakening! He could win this thing!

crack!

Huh?

With his free hand, he clenched his chest, wincing. Vader had found a weakness to exploit. Streams of Zero's and One's began to pour out of his orfice. His eyes digitized for a split second, gasping. The statu dun flickered for a second as his life force had just wavered for a moment. To make matters worse, Zed was doubling down on this resistance, actively beginning to melt through his hand which latched onto him, bits of the alloy dripping down in molten slag.

5

"Heh...want me to let go that bad huh?" He asked Zed rhetorically, winking at him through his pain. "I can do that."

4

The Portèes Melos currently running through Zed would continue to fork him, allowing Entermon to let go. This would carry Zed's forked body straight to Vader, the three other Portèes Melos right with it. As spotlights shown on Vader, the beat in the stadium grew faster, faster. Lights flashed brighter, wilder.

3

"It's been a wild ride ladies and gentlemen..." Entermon limped up, the crowd cheering for him.

2

"But I think it's time for the finale, don't you?"

1

"This is Entermon signing off! Goodbye!" He said, waving a handsign at the 'camera'

0

All active Portèes Melos would detonate in a flurry of rainbow colors, the energy radiated brightly from it. The 'Happy Phantom' field erected over the zone had weakened. One by one, octagoms faded until the stage and all remnants of the one minute festival: gone. Well, save for the brightly colored detonation of the musical attack.

"Musimon!"

Astra, outside of the field, ran closer, looking around and finding an unconscious Musimon. He was quick to scoop the little guy into his arms, flicking his head up at the explosion before him. ...Was it over? Did Entermon do it?

 

[Psymallard]

Bowser

"Just..."

"...die..."

"...already!"

Now he was getting really mad, this Nikolai punk didn't know when to quit! Avoiding his stomp attacks, who did he think he-

B O O M !

Nikolai's fist, coated in an indigo energy, collided with King Koopa's front torso, sending a massive shockwave in all directions. Thin cracks on the softer shell spiderwebbed from the point of impact, and that wasn't all from the Russian, a flurry of blows followed the turtle into the air, striking nerves and sapping energy.
The Koopa did as all Koopas did when faced with danger: tactically retreat into his shell. It did spin, and damn did it spin fast, leveling itself out so that the damaged underside faced away from the insane assailant.

Petey
As Buzzo had hoped, Petey did not, in fact, account for the druggie to turn into a human buzzsaw. But what Buzzo did not account for was how deceptively tough the head of the plant was.

SHLK!

The blade did at least taste sap, but was far from cutting all the way through Petey, managing just short of a foot into the plant. Petey roared and landed, but with the man's blade stuck, Buzzo was left dangling directly in front of the gaping maw of Petey Pirahna.
This wasn't the best place to be in, as Buzzo would soon find out, as after the beast's deafening roar, he gnashed at the meat in front of him.
And if the wastlander managed to avoid the bites, a blaze would flow from Petey's mouth, directed at the human.

 

[comic]

VADER​

Co-Written w/ Blue
​

What came next, Vader glimpsed. There wasn't enough time to gather all the details with the probe of the creature's mind, but Vader had suspected it would an explosive finish, and what information he got confirmed as much, accentuating Entermon's clear lack of self-preservation. He probably would have still done it if he was at the epicenter of such an eruption.

Seeing the strategy being used with his new ally in Zed, Vader thought quickly. There wouldn't be much time, and he was short on energy, but if this could work . . .

The sith lord darted forward, making use of his mechanical enhancements and the crimson blade that ignited the battlefield once more. Moving swiftly, Vader's blade tore through Portèes Melos as he went, coming dangerously close to grazing the forked Zed, though freeing him in the process. Knowing what was to come next, confirmed by Entermon's words, Vader put forth all of his power into this next move, sheathing the lightsaber once again and erecting another field around himself and Zed.

The eruption was brilliant and vibrant, and more powerful than the prior one. Almost immediately, Vader's field came close to shattering, but he held it up with a grunt, both arms raised. The attack was persistent, and only for a couple more seconds did the field hold, before it shattered, engulfing Darth and Zed in its fury.

. . .

Astra sat next to his unconscious partner, staring into the smoke with wide, bewildered, anxious eyes. There were several long moments of silence as the dust and smoke began to spread and settle. A strained, wheezing sound suddenly could be heard, growing louder. Vader's respirator, struggling to provide breaths.

They had survived. Vader's defense had been just enough to prevent annihilation. Heavily damaging, yes, but not the end of the tale. As the dark lord emerged from the smoke, he marched forward with a clear purpose in his step. His mechanical limbs did not allow the impression of injury, despite the fact that his cape was gone, and half of his helmet seemed partially melted, twisting into an even more cruel and sinister gaze than the sith had held before. The respirator drew in a wheezing breath, before exhaling.

"It is as I told you," Vader's voice was just as loud, cold, and confident as it had always been. "There is no escape."

Zed, meanwhile, wasn't looking great either. His eccentric clothing had been ripped apart, arms covered in burns, reddish hair covered in soot. A hole was present in his clothing, the Portées Melos having pierced through his coat and the white suit underneath, exposing his abdomen. Some blood leaked from it, but it seemed Vader's intervention spared him from a worse fate.

"Your struggle against the future is commendable, but ultimately futile," Zed rasped out, his smile gone. "Truly a shame things have to end this way. Your deaths will not be in vain."

With that, the prince held an arm out in front of himself, conjuring one last Rex Calibur that flew out directly at Astra, bursting into flames on contact.
​

NIKOLAI​

"HAHAHA!" Nikolai plunged his fingers forward as Bowser closed within his shell, unable to withstand the onslaught. Wedging his fingers right before the crack fully closed, it should have crushed his fingers, and while it did send surprising jolts of pain through his nervous system, it was not enough to deter the Russian. He laughed, wedging his fingers deeper, attempting to pry open the shell, like a predator seeking the juicy delicacy of its armored prey. "Peekaboo," he taunted, using more of his SOUL energy to peel Bowser's life force out of him in small doses, giving Nikolai in turn that energy and power. If Bowser would continue trying to keep his trap shut, Nikolai would keep draining his energy, holding on with ease thanks to the shell itself. Should Bowser open up, Nikolai would resume his brutality from before, though replacing the speed entirely with heavy-handed slugs, aimed mostly for the cracked undershell. And if he tried to fire at Nikolai from the inside? Well, the Russian doubted it would be very comfortable if the Koopa were to cook himself alive in his own shell. Those parts probably weren't designed for such temperature and ferocity, which would happen if Nikolai ceased his prying as Bowser fired, closing the shell and forcing the fire to have nowhere to go but Bowser himself.​

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Astra

He couldn't believe it. They survived that?! But how?? It seemed even the awesome power of Entermon wasn't going to get him out of this bind. He gritted his teeth. How was he able to accept this fate?

As the Rex Calibur materialized and flew out toward him, Astra remembered something. Something that calmed his nerves ever so slightly. That at least he did what he wanted to in the end. He went out with the biggest show he could muster. As his eyes closed, in his final moments, he accepted this. Maybe it wasn't the worst way to go.

SHING!

Fwoooosh!


21

 

[comic]

VADER​

And so it was finished.

Vader drew in another wheezing breath as he watched Astra's body fall, and the thunder echoed in the sky. Another count down. Calmly, he approached the corpse, staring down at it for a long moment. He was reminded of something . . . of younglings.

A dark memory.

Would every encounter be like this? Had Cody set unrealistic expectations? It may have been far more fortuitous that he had struck up this alliance than he had originally predicted. The penguin was still somewhere out there, ultimately a coward and not much of a problem, outside of his electric attacks.

Vader turned his gaze toward his central controls, and began to tweak with several buttons and dials, inputting some sort of sequence. All at once, the lights turned off, and the breathing stopped. There were a few seconds of silence, before Vader inputted a similar command sequence, and the lights winked back on, a shuddering breath coming back. A hard reset to the suit. While it wouldn't fix any of the more literal issues, it had resolved his respirator, as he didn't require that degree of breath intake any longer.

"This was but one who destroyed the creature," Vader made a brief gesture toward the nearby kaiju hole. "There were others."

He paused, lifting his head slightly, beginning to finally feel the force slowly returning to him, ebbing back into his grasp. He used this to search through it, placating the world around him. "Two, though one has since perished." Of course, Zed knew this. He'd been there. "The one known as Sateramon . . . he is the one that killed the hedgehog."

It was here that Darth turned fully to face Zed, the twisted ebony scars of his suit on full display, giving the dark lord an even darker edge. "That would be our next challenge."​

 

[Fraseandchico]

A Small Vacuum Cleaner trying to fight a Dark Lord and the Golden Trillion

WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Whilst Vader and Zed recovered and talked of what were to come next, a whirr could be heard. Not from Vader's suit buzzing from the barely-still-there issues, nor any remnant of Astra and Musimon's efforts...
But Dusty falling back down. At first, it seemed like that would be an end to him but upon further inspection, it appeared he was attached to balloons. Another ability of his had been activated on the way down, slowing his fall with a trio of balloons appearing attached to him. He was rather lucky for this, of course, given his abilities of that tier had just recharged when Vader had flung him.

As he landed down by the pair, he seemed rather shocked to see what had all happened, but sharpely focused - No room for mistakes now! Sexy McClean appeared above him, and began to...dance?
"Sexy....Vortex!"
As Dusty's fighting spirit began to spin on his head, kicking his rather powerful legs out rapidly, Vader and Zed would feel a vortex like effect, attempting to pull them in to be pummelled by said legs - Also, a boombox had appeared out of nowhere to accompany Sexy's spinning with a 'Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!' type of chant, like those that appear in dance battles in movies.

Meanwhile, Dusty himself dropped a small purple mine at the center, a proximity mine. Afterwards, he attempted to dash away, not wanting to be too close in case his foes survived what Dusty knew would kill most regular people.

The World's Strongest

"Woah- Guh!" Masaru let out a grunt of pain as Omega barrelled him back into the ground, dragging him along and attempting to use him as a weapon against Leon. Luckily, it seemed, Masaru's ally was able to handle it and practically gave Masaru what he needed to turn it around, with a move to cut at Omega's arm. Even if it failed, it gave Masaru the motivation to make his own move. He let go of his foe's head, instead slapping his hands together before sending a rolling kick to Omega's head, attempting to disorientate the robot (He is not the brightest.). Following that, he went to slap Omega's midsection with his palm.
"Celestial Palm!" His hand moved to strike with enough force to kill the average man through armor, or at least weaken him to a high degree.

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Sateramon


"Hahaha...how interesting."

Sateramon witnessed the battle between Vader, Zed, and Astra from a long distance away. His eyes acted as some sort of long range surveillance system, a red triangle displaying over Astra's body in his eyes. He hadn't been able to kill the Applidriver in his own dimension, namely with all the support he had. Seeing these two handle Entermon like that impressed him. His taste for battle arose. Strong.

"Well blue hedgehog, looks like I've found two that will surpass you. Nai nda na~"

His wings folded back in the air like a mayfly, speeding through the skies. First time his name had been called specifically. He was sure to give them his regards.

 

[Psymallard]

King Koopa
Nikolai had pulled a move Bowser had never seen before, preventing his retreat into his shell. So let him. Despite not fully closing, the shell had already worked up a bit of a spin, throwing off the Russian's midair mojo, and as he pried, a palm shot out of that very shell, aimed for Nikolai's face. His fingers immediately curled around the head of his opponent, unless the man was able to avoid the surprise attack.

"You're dead meat!"

His other body parts followed from the shell after his strike, muscles still flexing relatively easily despite the nerve strikes and energy-draining. He flexed his wrist, twisting the man's neck as Bowser pried him off of the royal shell. He wouldn't let go, even any nerve strikes that the blinded man landed would only weaken the grip a slight amount, the testundine toughness lessening the tingly effects by far.
In fact, King Koopa seeked to grasp one of the arms of The Spirit(if unsuccessful he would settle for the torso as a constellation), and he would pull the man with all his still-awesome remaining strength, in hopes of his foe breaking in whichever part of his body was weakest.

"Party's over, punk!"

And if Nikolai attempted to blindly kick at Bowser's face, the Koopa would bite down on the leg, pulling and twisting that limb, too.

 

[comic]

NIKOLAI​

The Russian's grin was wide and wild, and as a palm shot out, Nikolai's eyes darted toward it---before he cracked his head against it, knocking it back. That undershell was weakened far beyond repair, the spider-webbing impact cracks revealing small bits that could be ripped away, which in turn could be exploited at exposing Bowser's soft underbelly. The arm came for the grapple again, but Nikolai was fairly flexible, this time knocking it aside with a sudden kick up and into it.

The other arm attempted to grasp Nikolai's left arm, but the Russian moved quickly with it, pulling his fingers out of the shell and letting Bowser seal his terrified head inside the shell. "PREDSKAZUYEMYY!" Nikolai bellowed, leaping as he wrapped both arms around Bowser's arm, swinging about to land on the side of Bowser's shell, hugging the arm to his chest, before kicking off the shell with another boom, simultaneously suplexing the limb. The intent was clear.

Rip it off.​

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Sateramon


"So, you defeated the show off Entermon, have you?"

The voice sounded from above. Sateramon was floating, his four wings outstretched. He was looking down, his hat covering his face. He didn't seem outright hostile, but clearly had business with them.

"Consider my interest piqued. Especially after you were on the lookout for me. I'll let one thing be clear, I will fight you in an eventful battle. However..."

He waggled a finger thrice, putting the other hand on his hip.

"Tch Tch Tch. You are weakened. There is no sport in picking off weakened prey. So I shall find you when you are ready to fight. And only then, when you two are at 100%, shall I fight. I want to win despite the best capabilities of you two, to be triumphant in the spirit that you were at the peak of your effectiveness. To me, THAT is real victory. Nai nda na~"

When he said this, his index finger waggling adjusted the front of his hat so his face was visible, which seemed eager for a match. With his final words here, here turned around, flying towards the denser forest.

 

[ArmedBlue]

Zed
​

That was the end of things. An unfortunate fate for Astra and Musimon, but it was necessary.

Vader and Zed did not have to look long for their next challenge, as Sateramon had already approached to assure them that they would eventually battle. Once the two recovered, of course. Zed had no qualms with this, though he did not reply as the Digimon flew away.

Immediately afterwards, the Golden Trillion took notice of the small yellow machine that had landed nearby. He was certainly confused by this, seeing as there was no reason for a tiny vacuum cleaner to be around these parts. Was it taking part in this competition? How odd...

It soon became clear that this was no regular Roomba, as a strange yellow man seemed to materialize from it, kicking its legs out in some sort of breakdance, causing a vortex-like pull. While he was still recovering from the battle, Zed could muster enough energy to manifest his wing once again, golden flames sprouting from his back before flapping once, granting some lift and moving the prince backwards and to a safer position.

Zed held a hand up to his injury, snapping his fingers to cause a brief but powerful burst of heat, enough to cauterize the wound. He'd rather not deal with blood loss while fighting this... thing.​

 

[comic]

VADER​

His connection to the force was gradually restoring itself. It would technically be impossible to sever that connection unless either done by Vader himself, or someone with vastly more knowledge of that connection than himself---a feat even Palpatine was incapable of. Running out of that stamina was equivalent to running out of breath. It didn't take terribly long to regain that, but a good rest would restore full vitality.

Before Zed could respond to the dark lord, Darth sensed a rapidly approaching presence, and turned his head up toward Sateramon just as he'd appeared before them, making his claim. His attitude gave the strong impression that he thought of this as a game. After he gave his spiel, he darted off. Loathe as Vader was to admit it, that was probably for the best. Entermon had been far more trouble than expected, but they had prevailed, and that powerful foe had been forcibly removed from the roster.

Yet another interruption could be found in the cursed droid as it reappeared, and apparently summoned a dancing muscular yellow entity. Personally, the sith was done with music-themed opponents for a while. As it swept about its legs, inexplicably generating some sort of gravity well or vortex, the dark lord grabbed onto the remnants of a half-tree. While parts of it were sucked into the strange vortex, and Vader was momentarily lifted off his feet, his cybernetics far surpassed any organic strength, and his feet touched the ground again.

The droid was clearly aware that it was playing a dangerous, lethal game, and tried to depart, leaving behind a small device in its wake, which had clearly been intended as a detonation for the two once sucked into the vortex. The fact that neither men had allowed this to happen made the device moot, and by its design at a glance, Darth assumed it was some sort of mine, possibly proximity or time-based. Feeling more strength in the force returning, Vader used it to grasp the mine, and hurtle it right toward the fleeing robot. "Sateramon is correct," the sith lord informed his companion, as though waving off the droid's antics. "We are not as capable in this state. We must recover as quickly as we can."​

 

[Gamingfan]

The Name You Should Know
The blows from Omega's assault sent the puffball rolling, right back into the forest. Kirby picked himself up, disoriented, until he noticed a familiar yellow blob waddling away.
Kirby leapt in front of psyduck.
"'Yo! Poyo poi!" he babbled, attempted to convince Psyduck to help them fight, or at least stick around the team. Surely he would accept. They didn't talk much, but Kirby knew Psyduck was a good guy.

Bugsy Boy
Bugs shrugged. "Don't get your knickers in a twist pal. All's I'm saying is that dis may just be something else. Heck, I was like something I was dealing with something like this not too long ago."
An explosion sounded off, and Bugs could swear he heard crackling approaching.
"Course, things didn't heat up dis quickly." Bugs sniggered. "Pun intended."

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Belowski


"Real, fake, who cares man. These are just tags the man gives us to propogate social division." Belowski spoke up. "I say we all just chill out and eat tacos."

"Brrrrrrri!" Happy loved gleefully chirped along with the plan.

Though the number ticked down to '21' in the distance, Belowski slowly turning his head to the number, rubbing his eyes.

"Kinda looks like they aren't interested in that though."

 

[Fraseandchico]

Dusty McClean


As the Roomba dashed through a couple trees, they looked back and cursed at the enemies' successful attempts to avoid the vortex, Sexy McClean disappearing along with the boombox soon after - though the chants could be heard faintly in the background, as if to create background music.
"This isn't good, Dusty, these guys are tough!" Sexy warned with a whisper to Dusty, though the murderous robot decided there was little choice but to keep fighting now, and Vader's not-quiet statement about not being as capable for now gave him more confidence. The first point was especially true since Vader threw the proximity mine back at Dusty's path.

"Beep, beep!? (Wait, he can do that?!)"
With that shock incoming, Dusty had little time to react. He could dash out the way, but if the mine exploded in that regard, he wasn't sure he'd be fine since this kind of issue had never come up before, he'd probably still get hit...or, he could suck it up.
whir!
With a gust of wind, Dusty used his suck function to inhale the mine, as if holding it for a projectile. He then went back out to the opening clearer and fired the proximity mine back out at Vader, before going into his Hacking menu once more and trying his luck against Vader's suit again.
And if anything were hackable on this Zed guy, him too... Maybe he'd get lucky like with hacking windows or fireplaces back home.

 

[Psymallard]

Psyduck
A rustling in the bushes? Uh oh. Psyduck assumed a battle stance, ready for anything. Tension rose, a bead of sweat rolling down The Duck's forehead...

Oh, it was just Kirby.

He dropped his pose and glared as the puffball approached. Kirby spoke what most people would call unintelligible blabbering, but, Psyduck, being a Pokémon, understood perfectly.

"Duck, psy-duck psyduck psy? Psyduck psy, psyduck psyduck psyduck duck, psyduck psyduck psy."

Translation: "Oh, now you want my help? Forget it, go back to your human friends, you deserve eachother."

After telling Kirby what for, Psyduck crossed his arms and turned away with a huff.

E-123 Omega
Leon's trusty knife only made it the slightest bit into the joint; Omega's armor was tough when not damaged by a highly concussive grenade. The bullets to his thruster didn't do much either, only triggering a slight sputtering.
Meanwhile, Masaru had more luck. The kick wobbled Omega's trajectory, distractingthe bot for a second while Masaru used a stronger technique.

Omega wasknocked skyward, the nature of the attack rattling the walking arsenal severely. His thruster quit out, and he tumbled to the earth, and soon after to a stop.
His legs were back, and he made to stand on them.

"ANALYSIS: SEVERE INTERNAL DAMAGE."

The bot elected to not keep that information to himself, fascinated by the move.

"MUSCLEBOUND HUMAN, HOW DID YOU BYPASS MY THICK STEEL CARAPACE AND DAMAGE MY INTERNALS DIRECTLY?"

He twitched, a few sparks flying from his neck.

Bowser
Nikolai had effortlessly countered the surprise grab despite already grappling with the testundine titan, pulling off a new strategy. Unfortunately for the Russian, he wasn’t even close to ripping a limb off of this tough tortoise, though for his efforts, a small pop came from Bowser's shoulder. This just pissed him off.
The King Koopa's eyes gleamed orange like fire, before he used a burst of wrathful strength to sling the Russian off of him.

"You think you're gonna be the one to end this?! No way, punk, your time is up! This is my show, understand me?! I'll beat that into your head soon enough!"

With that, another burning beam, initially aimed at Nikolai, but was quickly whipped around the battlefield. A veil of flame emitted from the ground around Bowser's feet as well, to discourage any attempts of approach while the fire breath was active.
Speaking of, the inferno entirely terraformed the battlefield, flattening the landscape by disintegrating nearby trees, and as he swung his head upwards, the beam split off into individual fireballs, which began to rain down across the battlefield, further increasing the danger for his opponent. That's when the fire cut off, and Bowser turned back to his Russian opponent.

"Now come at me again, if you've still got the guts!"

 

[comic]

VADER
The sound of the droid returning (and the lack of an explosion) was cause for minor annoyance as Vader sensed its approach, a cold, steel, lifeless automaton zipping back for them. It was undoubtedly a contestant, and one he lacked any respect for as he had developed for Entermon. With an internal ping of irritation, Darth gazed at the approaching droid again, and it spat out the mine toward him. The twitch of his wrist saw the proximity mine detonate early, the force activating its sensors, and erupting it the exact moment it was leaving the robot. It wasn't a difficult task, considering Vader's nigh unparalleled expertise with mechanics. All it took was the gentle tug of a a wire.

NIKOLAI
The flask's lid was spun off, and another swig was kicked back. A sparking of indigo energy lit the Russian's eyes as he growled in satisfaction, before spinning the lid back on and tucking his vodka away, good enough for one more drink. Bowser let his rage show, getting clearly pissed off (which Nikolai found absolutely hilarious), before spitting out a taunt.

Nikolai sniffed as he walked through some of the flames raging on the ground, scratching at his neck for a second. "Hm . . ." he rumbled, cocking his head slightly at the turtle, a malicious gleam in his eyes, before he gestured at Bowser's fractured center-shell. "Want to see your guts?" he asked, like it was a casual question. "I can show you." He rotated his arms as he said this, loosening up, further boosted by his vodka, apathetic to the fact that he was running it out more quickly than would be advisable. He continued his march forward, swaying this way and that, almost as though drunk, though he was far from it, simply coaxing and teasing the Koopa into further rage.​

 

[Fraseandchico]

Dusty McClean

If Dusty's beeps could be translated, that beep would sure sound like some assortment of swears as there was a beep from the proximity mine as it left Dusty's body.
KAPOW!
As a small explosion occured, Dusty barrelled away from it, spinning out of control rapidly. It seemed he was slightly cracked on his face screen from that, and with swirled eyes for a second. On shaking it off he looked to Vader, looking - to say the least - rather peeved. He dashed towards Vader now, when suddenly he activated another ability.

That leaked a few puddles of water as he dashed around Vader. Maybe he wasn't using an ability for that, given the fear Darth Vader could emit by existing - Even Sexy McClean and Dusty could feel it under the metal. Still, he focused, having turned his attention entirely away from Zed at this stage, and moved to hack Vader's suit again. This time, not for damage however - This time, he was trying to force a burst of electrical energy to rage out from the suit, and into the puddles, which would surely cause them to shock Vader. Dusty hoped, anyway, and not keeping an eye on Zed was leaving him rather open.

Masaru Takahara

Masaru let out a sigh of relief as he watched Omega stop attacking as he retook a more casual, less effort stance after what just happened. He loosened up further upon hearing Omega ask him how he managed to strike him as he did, as Masaru was never one to deny another knowledge he could give - Especially since he viewed the kinds of skills and teachings he had to be his true strength.

"Well, ah, I don't really understand most of those words, but...It's the technique I used, I learned-" He stopped himself "I was taught it by a friend. Last master of his art, wise and strong, and a good friend. Celestial Palm, it was called. Moribe said it could kill the average man through full armor, though I dunno if it can kill the average man on his own." He explained. That last part made it very clear he wasn't the brightest outside of learning and using techniques.
"You seem kinda messed up now, maybe you wanna stop and talk now? I'm sure we can find someone to repair ya."

 

[Captain Cardboard]

The Youthful Sage​

Eitri's attention snapped to the glowing numbers in the sky as the thunder rang through the arena. Another one bites the dust. A grim reminder of what may be to come. She looked in the direction they were heading. She could see the black smoke rising from flames as the forest burned in the distance. A raging fire seemed to block them from reaching the ruined city of Steel. Going around it meant either getting close to the killer border of the arena, or heading back towards the center.

Eitri glanced over to Belowski. Perhaps it would be advantageous to try and bunker down here... The young girl shook her head. No, she needed to find out more about where they were, why they were here, and how to leave. Staying here would not achieve that.
"We need to press on. The path ahead looks dangerous, so we'll go around." Eitri said. She glanced at Bugs. "We are trying to escape. If you want to help, you may join us."

With a gust of air, Eitri began to float in the air. Thanks to the magic of the Pair Up skill, Belowski also found himself floating. Eitri gave Bugs a cocky smile.
"That is, if you can keep up." Eitri said. With a sudden blast of wind, Eitri began flying southwest towards the center of the arena with Belowski in tow. She was staying low and under the treeline in an attempt to not draw attention. Her attempt was to give the fire to the north of the arena a wide berth and continue on to the ruined city of Steel.

 

[Shen: King of Digimon]

Belowski

"Huuuuuh...? Hahaha..." Belowski laughed along as he was floated up, clearly a bit out of touch with the urgency.

Happy lover chirped and flew after him. The duelist and mage flew, making progress across the forest treeline, unbeknownst to them, going past someone's target...



Sateramon


"Found you."

Behind Hornet came a sudden cyan blast of energy originating from the sky. it bent and flashed out at her, aiming to incinerate the tree she was on, blasting uncomfortably close to the three passerbys.

"Tch Tch Tch. You think I was going to let you play survival? No. Everyone must participate in this, else they are removed from play."

That's when he would double down, shooting a second blast form the side that curved back and blasted right from the side flank.