1812/Are You Ready

Are You Ready
Date of Scene:	15 March 2015
Location:	The Eastern Ruins
Synopsis:	Duke believes he is ready, he has challenged Beelzebumon, but will he win this battle against the Demon Lord or will Duke learn a hard lesson?
Cast of Characters:	132, Duke

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Duke has posed:
Duke had called out Beelzebumon to battle, as the Demon Lord had told him that /if/ he could beat him, he would tell Duke what his little hunch was and probably answer some questions. There was a great deal of mystery around Duke and so many unsolved answers. The nightmares also never did help, they mix of his own data attempting to make sense out of scrambled mess of fragmented bits, and even if Beelzebumon gave him the answers he seeked, would it really help? Would this be really worth it?

Yet this is what his heart wants. His heart wants to battle, it wants to fight, it wants to push harder and harder, and he can't deny his heart, because it hurts too.

So here the Guilmon X stands, out in the Eastern Ruins away from the city and all populaces. Away from causing any harm to anyone, a perfect place for this battle he thinks. A perfect place to let himself dig into his power and go all out, for while he yet to achieve the third stage, he knows something about Beelzebumon triggers an automatic response. Looking back at that whole bank mess, seeing him...

...There was something he trigger and Duke wanted to see if it would trigger again. That is what he told the others at least. That he is doing this to see if Beelzebumon could push him and if it got to hot, he would get out of the kitchen. He wouldn't push himself, though he didn't promise them that and he didn't let Alexis know either even know he is sure the word would get to her about it. He didn't even tell Doran either, knowing his fuzzy, purple dino buddy would more then likely stop him.

Duke closes those gold eyes for a moment, before he opens them and leaps up ontop of one fallen building, then leaps up to another one, climbing up to the very top using his large claws to spring him upward before reaching the top. His tail moves side to side as he stares out over the area, now searching for where Beelzebumon would be, trying to now make use of the high point.

...Though thinking on it... this could also be a bad idea, couldn't it? Given the guns and all...

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Beelzebumon isn't very hard to find.

     Approaching from the south, the Demon Lord comes, amounted upon the back of his hellish ride and only comrade, the motorcycle Behemoth. In his eyes is the look of excitement, and an eager grin creeps up on his face as he comes to a stop just outside of the ruins and dismounts. Then almost apologetically, he gives the daemonic machine a pat on the seat and says, "Sorry Be. I know you're just as excited as I am at the prospect, but could ya let me go one-on-one this time 'round?"

     Behemoth lets out a somewhat huffy sounding rumble from it's engine, prompting Beelz to shake his head, "Tell ya what, after this, I'll take you out to a demolition derby and let ya show all the trucks who the real monster is, kay?"

     Behemoth lets out a quieter, almost sulky rumble before leaning on it's kickstand, "Thanks for understanding Be. I'll be back in a bit."

     Then he crouches down slightly and /leaps/ up onto the top of a nearby piece of broken architecture and pops his neck, before calling out in a booming voice.

     "Alright lizard-face! I'm here, so let's so this thing! I'll even let you have the first move!'

Duke has posed:
Beelzebumon's booming voice calls out and those gold eyes look in that direction, the Guilmon X's ear fins rear back as he snarls his teeth slightly, attempting to figure out where the Demon Lord is. Those once his gold eyes lock onto him, he stares in that direction for a moment.

He crouches down, as his claws dig into the old building. His eyes narrow down to slits, as he huffs out his nostrils as smoke releases from them. Beelzebumon was still stronger then him, that hadn't changed, and the intense feeling to the air though, his nerves becoming like iron as his claws dig in deeper.

Soon those pupils narrow to slits as he leaps right off the building...

The next thing Beelzebumon may notice is some of the old street lights firing with electrical power, before the light bulbs flicker and then notice a beam of light from an Evolution off in the distance. His warning where Duke was, but what comes next is far larger.

There was a flicker of blue off in the distance, several flickers followed, before high powered laser beams comes streaming out from the distance, exploding on impact with the buildings and still screaming right for where the Demon Lord stands.

It seems Duke has figured how to evolve past his Adult stage without to much pressure....

Though why he hasn't gone Ultimate is still the mystery.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     The air starts to crackle with electrifying power as lights begin to flicker on and off... yet the Demon Lord simply grins as he watches the tellatale sign of Evolution taking place. How long has it been since he fought one of his own kind? He's faced so many opponents since then, yet it's never been quite the same as this.

     Off in the distance, there comes a shimmer of blue before twin beams come racing through the ruins, obliterating buildings in it's way as it streaks towards the Demon Lord, and yet he is no longer there as the blast cleaves the roof clean off the building where he once stood, having lept away at the first sign of the streaking beams.

     Buildings stricken by the blast begin to crumble and fall slowly as gravity fights with inertia to being the ruins down, yet even as theu collapse in slow motion, Beelzebumon uses them as platforms, running across the disintegrating architecture before launching himself with a diving kick at the mecha-dino, before vaulting back and landing with a skid on the ground as the ground trembles with hundreds of tons of brick and concrete falls to the earth behind him.

Duke has posed:
As Beelzebumon moves in with a great deal of speed toward the fifteen foot mechanoid digimon, the War Gorwlmon X was in the process of lowering down its mechanic cannon arm hands. In that blur of motion Duke could spot the Demon Lord was moving in faster than he anticipated, faster than he could even calculating a proper reaction too.

    ...how...?

The Demon Lord's boot slammed into the side of the Dino Mecha's face, the armor cracking right above the metal snap teeth as it lets out a metallic screeching roar from the sheer force that actually drives it right into the side of a building.
Yet those gold eyes quickly focus down on Beelzebumon, narrowing with edges flickering that of blue. The thrusters come to life causing whatever windows remaining on the structure to shatter as he rushes right for the Demon Lord. The blades on the arm extend out as the light up with plasma and as he gets in close enough, he slashes one of the plasma edged blades, before turning his body around to then swing out his massive tail like a bludgeon weapon claiming one of the building as it rips through throwing rubble easily around the area and through other buildings near by.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     The sweeping plasma blade strikes nothing but air as Beelzebumon deftly leaps over the charged cleaver, but the swift follow up with the tail catches him in mid jump. Reacting at the last moment, he brings up his arms and legs to block and absorbs the force of the blow to his extremities rather than take it full on the chest.

     That said, the bone-jarring impact still sends the Demon Lord hurtling through the air and clean through one wall of a building and out through the back. After hitting the ground once, Beelzebumon flips and slams his fingers into the ground, tearing up asphalt as he literally claws himself to a stop.

     "... Heh, good to see you have that well honed fighting instinct, though I am a little curious as to why you're settling for /this/ form instead..."

     Then he slowly stands up and lets one of his arms drop down to his leg, while the other reaches back behind him.

     Then with a sudden blurr of movement, he draws both of his beloved Berenjena Shotguns from their holster and fires all in the same motion.

Duke has posed:
As Beelzebumon goes through a building and out the other, Duke is on the move to keep him in line of sight, that large form thundering across the land as the massive feet leave heavy imprints into the ground, as claws rip up the old, dusty payment and cobblestone. As he slides to a stop, he has to lean into it and the barrels with the clawed hands start to glow gently.
Those gold eyes narrow as the Demon Lord brings up his fighting instinct but asks a very logical question about the form of choice. A question that causes the Digimon to narrow his eyes, but a slight look away from and maybe in that a silent telling of the answer even as those eyes look back.

Yet there is no time to really answer the question even vocally, if the Mechanoid Digimon was even thinking of it, as Beelzebumon brings up both of his beloved weapons. At this same time, as if instinctively calling it the War Growmon X raises his own, he mechanical roars at the challenge as the blue electrical hair flickers. The shot guns open fire and the delayed beyond the Ultimate's faster reaction time, the Perfect Digimon blasts out a laser stream right for the Demon Lord.

It cuts through the street but on impact of the shells, it blasts the larger Digimon back as the streams go wide and cut right through the buildings near by before they explode on impact. The large Digimon almost losing his footing from the barrage, being forced once the beams end to bring around his arms in a defensive stance. The bullets clattering, pelting, and denting that weaker Digi-metal. Duke's eyes narrowing even sharper as they glow with even a brighter blue.

    I will lose at this rate...
        ...I can't lose...
            I wont lose!

The Perfect Digimon then throws out his arms as his thrusters burn brightly and he leaps straight up into the air. Gems near the chest cat be seen glowing bright blue as the center cannon in the chest starts to draw in power with flicker blue energy, as the blue hair crackles in the back of his head. Those eyes glow brightly, becoming blue in color as well as he roars out with a mechanical deeper voice, a voice so close to what Beelzebumon may recognize... but could it be? "ATOMIC MEGALO BLAASTER!!"
As soon has those words exit from the Cyborg, a massive beam of host plasma blasts out from the chest with enough force it actually causes the flying cyborg dino to flip in the air. The blast races down for the ground right where Beelzebumon is and on impact explodes with a near atomic force of an explosion that sends out a shockwave for nearly a mile as buildings collapse right in the strike zone.

Yet even as the dust still clings to the air, the flying Digimon was hunting the area with his eyes, looking for the Demon Lord. Very sure that the Digimon was far from gone and more then likely got out of the way... Just the question was to where?

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     "SHIT!"

     The massive explosion rocks the area as the blast engulfs the Demon Lord in blinding light and fiery power, while several nearby buildings have their faces blasted off by the concussive impact. Dust chokes the air as the explosion kicks up a veritable cloud of debris, concealing everything below...

     Then suddenly and without warning, a badly scorched Beelzebumon comes leaping out of the cloud, his hands snapping out to latch onto WarGrowlmon's tail, before the Demon Lord twists and spins, dragging the cyborg Digimon inexortably behind him.

     Then after three increasingly quick rotations to build up momentum as he spins Duke around like an olympic throwing Hammer, Beelzebumon releases his grip and sends the far larger Digimon hurtling like a comet across the battlefield.

Duke has posed:
Duke never did give up looking and when Beelzebumon shows up, the Cyborg Digimon goes to open fire with the chain gun weapons mounted on his shoulders and the cannon shells located on the side of his chest. Yet it was not enough to keep the Demon Lord back...
...This would not be enough to keep the Demon Lord back at all...

As Beelzebumon grips Duke's tail this is when a critical reminder about Digimon come into play... Size matters not! For the Demon Lord takes hold and like an Olympian swings the fifteen foot Digimon around before throwing him right back to the ground below.
There was a mechanical screech, before the War Growlmon X's form collides into the ground below, the earth shatters, cars crush under the sheer force, and buildings can be seen falling apart as the massive form goes sliding out of control. Then from the sky several more buildings can be seen tumbling down from the sheer shockwave of the impact rolls by.

One the ground, there was mechanic sputtering and lines broken along the cyborgs body. Areas cut into the flesh area, showing data damage, along with a bit of bleeding and a mecha-blood like fluid leaking out the side of the metallic teeth. Those gold eyes dimming gently as he stares up at the sky and while the will was wanting, the body... the body just wouldn't move.

"...is this..." He says to himself as he forces his eyes to stay open. "...have I..." Duke's eyes then start to close, as the gems and the lights along his body start to power down. Yet the voices come, voices from his nightmares, flickers of images.

    Failed?

Yet something starts to click over as his eyes snap open, and blue light engulfs them. He huffs out, his body forcing itself to rise, as the form starts to glow, the rubble around him rising gently as cars come to life that should been dead long ago...

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     With graceful ease, Beelzebumon lands from his herculean throw and takes a moment to dust himself off even as Duke crashes through the ruins behind him, before stooping down to pick up his twin Berenjenas from where he dropped them during the blast from the previous attack, "There you are... don't want to lose this. Volcanusmon would chew me the fuck out if I ever misplaced his masterpieces..."

     After taking a moment to inspect the shotguns for signs of damage, Beelzebumon quickly reholsters them, then begins to rather casually stroll down the trench carved by the 15 foot cybernetic dinosaur's ungraceful landing, only to stop as car alarms all around him start to go off, with lights flashing and horns blaring.

     "Aaaah... so you're finally taking off the kid's gloves..." He turns, his grin widening as he stays his hand long enough to see Duke reach that form that Beelzebumon remembers so fondly.

Duke has posed:
The light flares into the air as the Digievolution is complete, knelt down with the double bladed halberd in hand. His armor still marked with the signs of battle, the red cape bellowing behind, but slowly the white armored humanoid form rises. Those gold eyes opening as he looks ahead down the trench.
Even as the dust settles between them and the cars stop being fed by the evolutionary power, along with the street lamps along the way. It was easy to tell it was the same form that Beelzebumon had met in the bank, it was a version of Dukemon, but still not right. Though from the stories told, the Royal Knight Dukemon had died, didn't he? Yet one may joke that if it quacks like a duck, acts like a duck, is it really a duck?

The instincts were there for a veteran fighter, the look in the eyes, the way the voice sounded, but was it really? Not that Duke could answer these questions, but yet that roar of his voice as he calls out to Beelzebumon, "Beelzebumon!" Those gold eyes narrow sharply. "I told you I want those," Then with a hard shove off his armor foot he goes rushing right for the other Ultimate Digimon, "ANSWERS!" With a swing of the halberd he lets it rotate by acting as feint, as his foot touches the ground for only a moment to suddenly swing it back down with a true strike of a hard cleaving motion that threatens to shatter the very ground as it makes impact with it.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     The form may not be quite right, but the presence... oh yes, that presence is so familiar! Amnesiac or not, the White Knight still possesses the same bearing, the same regalness that Beelzebumon always remembered!

     With a subtle tensing of his muscles, the demon lord braces himself as the casual idleness of before fades away to be replaced by that of a true warrior. And it is a good thing too, as the feint comes so close to catching him off guard. Had he not been taking this as seriously now, that blow surely would have carved deep into his body. Instead he manages to spot the feint a moment before it occurs, and he leaps back, escaping with a large gash across his chest that oozes data and ichor.

     "Well then, if you want answers..."

     Then with a sudden surge, he charges back into the fray with a swift elbow strike to the bridge of the nose, followed by a rising knee strike to the gut as he leaps up. Then as he lands, hw twists around to unleash spinning back kick to the chest to knock his foe off balance before whipping out both shotguns and unleashing fire and lead while Duke is staggered from the blow.

     "THEN /FIGHT/!"

Duke has posed:
The axe blade impacts the ground and those gold eyes narrow under the brim of the armor he wears around his head. He doesn't stay still for long, moving quickly to side step away from the elbow, to lead the staff of the halberd in to block the Demon Lord's kick.
The impact of the kick however is enough force to slide the Medieval Dukemon back and he tsks under his breath in perhaps mild annoyance at the power. Even like this, it may not be enough... or his body waited to long to respond. If only he could control this form on whim... Yet the idle thoughts were taught to quickly shut up as his attention to brought to the fact a kick was coming in directly for him!

Beelzebemon's kick lands beautifully across the emerald chest armor, cracking the heavy armor and causing Duke to lose his footing about then, which is just for what the Demon Lord was hoping for in that opening up with those shotguns. The bullets slam against the armor, knocking back the other Ultimate Digimon as the white armor chips off here and there, along with some of the gold and red on the shoulder pauldrons.
Once his footing centers, he starts to spin the halberd around in his hand as he uses it to deflect away the remaining bullets, having to be forced on defensive, but his other hand is gathering up energy as flames start to lick around his finger tips.

With a hard step forward, he swings around the Halberd to send out a gale of wind to knock back further incoming bullets and possibly Beelzebumon as well, then as he steps back around he throws his other hand forward and flames ignite forth. These flames rush for the Demon Lord takes on the form of a wyvern's head as it roars out, and then goes to explode on impact, hoping knock back Beelzebumon through a building or at least get him off his feet, because as soon has the explosion goes off, Duke is already on the move to close in the distance once more with Halberd ready in both hands for another hard slashing swing.

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Blast after blast comes out of the Demon Lord's shotguns as he unloads again and again, seeking to keep Duke on the defensive... but this iteration of his archrival's form has a few different tricks up his sleeve that Beelzebumon isn't prepared for.

     The sudden blast of air deflects all his bullets away and staggers Beelz back a half step as he endures the hurricane force winds, and then the flaming wyvern's head catches him full in the chest and sends him tumbling head over heels as his guns go scattering away.

     At the last second though, he recovers, rolling to his feet and skidding back just as the blade comes descending down upon his head with great force.

     Only to stop dead an inch from his skull as both his palms slam down on the flat of the axe, catching the blade.

     Muscles strain as he struggles to hold the axe still and keep it from completing it's swing, then slowly he pushes it back and rises up from his crouched position, before twisting the axe off to the side and delivering a swift rouchhouse kick to the face.

Duke has posed:
The blade comes to a dead stop and Duke tries to strain against Beelzebumon, "I will... keep fighting... until I can't move..." He says by the sound of almost like gritted teeth. "I have nothing to lose!" He roars out, and tries to break the axe free by pulling the other way, just as Beelzebumon twists it, and then comes to kick which hits true. "Nrgh!" The biker boot slams hard against the side of the helm armor cracking under the impact, as bits of pixelated data can be seen around the edges of the crack from the sheer force.
Duke however rolls with the blow and skids back, almost going over as he has to forcefully catch his balance using the butt of his Halberd to aid in not just, falling over. "..nh.." He closes his eyes for a moment, as he forces himself to stand up stare directly at the Demon Lord.

That is when Duke grips the lance tightly and then actually flips back, throwing his cape off and allowing the cape get between him and Beelzebumon. A Distraction trick! That should be one the Demon Lord knows well. Though what comes next was a new trick as behind the cape, the Medieval Dukemon spins the Halberd around and with a roar, putting all his remaining strength behind the blow, he goes to slam the halberd into the ground.
The ground shatters under the impact , trailing with explosive power right for the Demon Lord and even beyond, as erupt of fire explodes outward from the very fissure with the trail, claiming several buildings along the trail, but Duke on the other end of the attack, is slightly bent over, those gold eyes starting to lose their light, before he at last goes down to his knee even as he struggles against it. "...Haha..."

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     This is indeed a trick that Beelzebumon knows well, and his response is almost automatic as he lashes out with his claws and tears the cape asunder as his claws trail purple energy.

     The follow up though is something entirely different than what he's used to seeing his rival do, as the attack comes not from ahead, but from below, and Beelzebumon only has a quarter of a second to react as the ground glows and vomits flame and molten rock up directly beneath his feet, lighting him ablaze and launching him into the air, only to come crashing back down on his back, smoldering.

     Then there's a twitch.

     With a loud groan, the still smoking Beelzebumon rolls onto his hands and knees, then coughs out loud and spits up the sticky black ichor that makes up his 'blood', so to speak. Then he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and staggers to his feet.

     "... Ha... hahaha... just like old times..."

     Then he turns and drops down into a stance as both his arms snap out wide, his claws glowing once more with that same sickly purple glow as before, "But enough nostalgia!"

     Then with a gleeful cackle, he charges forward, snaking left and right as he runs before leaping up into the air and crossing his arms as he hurtles towards Duke.

     "DARKNESS CLAW!"

     And then as he lands, he slashes out in a cross pattern, leaving trails of energy shimmering in the air in the wake of his claws.

Duke has posed:
As Beelzebumon lays there on the ground, Duke looks over toward him, still knelt down as he struggles to stand. Though he watches as the Demon Lord gets back up on his feet, even as he coughs out the ichor of blood. The words is what causes the Knight Digimon a moment of pause and confusion in his eyes, "...just like old times...?" He repeats back, before his eyes do narrow, "..Then you do..!" If here was any doubt in the amnesiac digimon's mind it has been truly settled. Beelzebumon does know /something/ and those were no words of trickery spoke back then.
Which means whatever doubt the Demon Lord had even then had been settled and Duke's eyes try to light up with renewed cause. The armored warrior struggles back up to his feet, to watch as the demon comes rushing back in with his claws blazing. "BEELZEBUMON!!" He roars out as he shoves off with his foot to meet his opponent dead on. "RAAAAH!!"

The claws slash across and the halberd swings, the two move past one another in a deadly race to strike first. To strike true, but only one has the full experience with his body, while the other only has instinct and still crippled with knowing so little...
As Duke comes to a halt with his back to Beelzebumon, he slumps to one side, before he staggers a step and then his halberd drops from his hands, vanishing into digital data. "...haha..." He laughs gently, before he speaks with a weakened voice, "...I wish... I could share... your nostalgia...friend." It was hard to say if he meant friend /honestly/ or loosely, but as soon has the words get past his plate in the front of his face. The claws marks become obvious as data shatters at the X mark across his form.

The once Royal Knight slams down to his knee as his data starts to slide away from his form and his eyes close, as he crashes down to the ground, and with a flicker of a light what lays on the ground was no longer the knight, but a much smaller red dino-dragon digimon with bleeding cuts, pixalated damage over his body and gashes deep enough to display the digital matrix mesh of the digital body below the flesh. Out could on the old cobblestone payment street, out cold and barely breathing...

Beelzebumon (132) has posed:
     Silence descends upon the battlefield in the wake of that final clash, before one of Beelzebumon's arms drops uselessly to his side as black blood runs down it. Then he turns slightly and looks back at the wounded knight as he collapses and reverts to his base form.

     With a bit of a wince, he shambles over to where his Berenejenas lay and picks them up one at a time to holster, then steps over to the fallen dinosaur, before hoisting him up over his shoulder, before turning, "Alright Be! We're finished here! Just gotta drop something off and then we'll head on over to that demolition derpy so you can have some fun!"

     The rumbling from Beelzebumon's ride is almost... cheerful as it comes cruising forward.

     Hours later, Duke would awaken to find himself back on Alexis' farm, with no indication of how he got there after the climatic battle.