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2229/Beelzebumon vs Dukemon, Round 3! ... Or 4. Maybe 5

2015-08-03T13:11:12Z

Rorahusky:

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|Date of Scene=2015/05/13
|Location=Cyberspace Perimeter
|Synopsis=Sometimes you just gotta keep hitting your head into that wall, until either it breaks, or you do...
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Nostalgia is a powerful thing at times, and even Beelzebumon is not immuned to its effects... and the strange area where the normal world and Cyberspace start ti intermingle is one of the few places in the Multiverse that reminds him of what it's like to be home again. Further into Cyberspace, things become way too... computerized, as though you just wanted into the physical manivestation of curcuit pathways, and further out, the Digital holds no sway over the world itself.      Having just awoken from a nap atop of tree branch (filled with Digital bits as opposed to leaves), the Demon Lord streeeetches out and pauses for a moment to crack his neck, then turns towards the direction of the shimmering Warp Gate, where his foe is going to emerge from.      And as he waits, he murmurs to himself with a half smirk, "Ah, nothing like a good fight to get the blood pumping after a long nap..." 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Soon the warp gate crackles to life and the armored humanoid comes walking out. His halberd axe already in hand and his gold eyes glowing gently in the shadows of his helm. Once he steps out however, he is--- taken back a bit by the place around him. It probably be obvious that Duke had not traveled here and for a moment he looks--- lost actually. Lost and slightly puzzled by what he sees, before his gold eyes snap back to reality and train on Beelzebumon. "I continue to find you in the most interesting of places, Beelzebumon." He says with a low rumble as he twirls the halberd in his finger tips, before bringing the edge of it toward the ground. "There seems to be another Digimon out there. Didn't catch his name--- but he wanted me to claw up your face... seems to have a hate for the Demon Lords and the Royal Knights." Duke tilts his head gently, "Know anything about him?" As Duke's eyes gaze over to the tree, he watches the digital data and for a moment he can feel his core flinch a bit, as the area around him in his eyes flickers like a past memory, the area in his mind traced over by--- another place. Beelzebumon may catch him stumble a step for a moment before shaking his head. This place--- may be actually messing with Duke's head a bit. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      "Like I said," Beelzebumon replies, "I had a hankering for home, and right now, this is the closest place I could find." Then he intertwines his fingers and stretches his arms out, cracking his knuckles and getting in one final stretch before giving his body a good shake to loosen up his joints.      "Another new guy? Neat. 'Fraid you're going to have to be a bit more specific though. 'Has a hate on for the Demon Lords' describes pretty much 70% of the people who survived our world's destruction."      Then he draws one of his twin Berenjenas from it's holster and lets it rest upon his shoulder as he turns, then raises his other hand with a quick 'come at me bro' gesture.      "Show me what ya got." 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' When Duke's mind settles, he barely hears what Beelzebumon had to say, but he knows the gesture. He hasn't forgotten why he was here. The Knight Digimon's hand tenses for that moment along with his body, before he charges in. His foot kicking off the ground, before dives right into the battle. With a battle cry of a roar, he swings his weapon in a heavy slash, but also uses it to help rotate himself around for Beelzebumon's dodge, before coming back in with an upward cleave of the weapon. "Seems that hate extends to the Royal Knights as well! Can't blame them give what they did! What that one damn pup is /still/ doing even after its OVER!" 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Beelzebumon lets out a laugh as he does indeed dodge back, just as Duke expects, but as he spins around and follows up with a rising strike, the Demon Lord reacts with a swiftness born of experience and lahses out with his boot, slamming the steel toe into the flat of the blade and knocking the strike askew.      "I wouldn't be so quick to condemn them! Not until you know the whole story at least!"      He smirks as he rushes in under the range of that axe and ducks down low, before thrusting his elbow out at Duke's abdomen.      "After all, you never know when or where a Knight will pop up." 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke's eyes narrow as the boot impacts the flat of the metal forcing him to slide a bit with the impact and narrow his eyes. "We both know they were murderers or if they were so great they wouldn't have let Yggdrasil doom everyone! They wouldn't have someone like that damn dog," Yet the knight has to hold his words as Beelzebumon comes rushing in with that speed, he goes to step around to let the Demon Lord graze by. Those gold eyes narrow as he then swings the butt end of his staff around to try and catch the Demon Lord with the edge of it. Though he may be a bit to slow still. "Killing off innocents!" The Knight Digimon goes to turn around as his grip stiffens up, "I also translated that Digicode... Access Override. You know anything about that as you continue to tease me on these matters-- just like him! Just like that damn crazy bitch!?" There was a flicker of blue in his gold eyes, "I want answers Beelzebumon and this time-- /Your/ giving them!" 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      With a loud crack, the butt of Duke's axe slams firmly into the temple of Beelzebumon's head, staggering him back and twirling him around as the world briefly goes lopsided in the demon lord's head. Then afater a moment, he gives his head a good shake and squeezes his eyes shut before opening them once more before straightening up.      "You assume that all the Royal Knights are still alive and working for Yggdrasil."      Then he turns back around and narrows his eyes a little bit as he levels his shotgun at Duke.      "After all, weren't you saved by 'Alphamon'? Or was that just a figment of your bloody /imagination/?!" And then he pulls the trigger and unleashes a blast of flame and lead.      Yeah, Beelz still isn't convinced that Alphamon is anything other than a legend. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' "That is what /they/ said, I never saw them, cause I was frozen!" Duke roars back out over the gun fire. He goes to spin the Halberd to deflect away the bullets, but stops to short in his haste, and one of the bullets nails him in the shoulder, before several others pop against his armored frame. The Knight Digimon staggers back a few steps before he snarls in his words. "I don't know what I saw..." Yes you do. "...But it was no Royal Knight!" Duke snarls out as he swings the Halberd in a hard upward cleave and a flame wave follows in its wake, cleaving the air in fire and burning everything in its path. "...The reflection was a lie..." Because you wont accept it... accept that reflection... 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Flames reach out and sweep Beelzebumon up in a tidal wave of fire, dragging him off his feet and sending him crashing hard to the ground, scorched and smoking... but after a moment, he rolls onto his hands and knees, then pushes himself up to his feet.      "Damn, and here I was hoping you'd know something about that elusive bastard. Figures... ah well." With a dismissive shrug, Beelzebumon grins... and right in the middle of that shrug, he pulls the trigger of his Berenjena once more and sends a shot ricochetting off a rock and into Duke's side. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke eyes narrow sharply, "Why would I know anything about a damn Royal Knight?!" The Knight Digimon kicks off the ground and goes charging right back in, as his cape bellows out behind him. His hand slides along the lance's shaft to ready for the hard cleaving swing. That is when the shot ricochets off the rock and impacts right into the side armor, biting in and Duke's eyes go wide. The force causes his body to wince and he slams hard into the ground, rolling right past Beelzebumon, before rolling himself to flips up on his feet. "Nrrhh.." He lowers his head slightly, before sharply inhaling to get back up, as he does the area around him seems to shift again in his own view. A battlefield, burning flames, and there is Beelzebumon still standing there. "Demon Lord..." Duke sneers, his voice carrying that /edge/ of his former shadow. "..I'm getting tired of these games and you withholding INFORMATION!" That is when his halberd glows brightly before he flames wrap around him, before he his eyes take on an almost blue sheen for a moment as power from his DigiCore gathers, "SO FEED YOURSELF ON THIS!" Then with ignoring to the wincing pain in his side, he spins himself around and then swings out his Halberd as he roars out, "RAGE OF WYVERN!!" On the cusp of his swing the flames gather to gather and explode outward with the swing, taking on an almost draconic look, as the head of the dragon roars out in the flaming image, before attempting to engulf its maw around Beelzebumon and then explode, tearing up the ground and even ripping the very tree from the data soil... 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Once again, the flames sweep over Beelzebumon as the raging wyvern of righteous fire swallows him up, but he throws his arms up and digs in his heels as he strives to endure the raging inferno that engulfs him.      Then as the flames pass, the blackened and charred Beelzebumon is left standng there in a trench of scorched earth, with the rocks beneath his feet still glowing beneath his feet.      For a moment, he stands there motionless, before there is an ever so slight quiver in one of his knees, right before the leg buckles beneath him and he sinks down onto a knee with his hand bracing the seered earth.      And yet, somehow he still manages to smirk as he looks up at Duke with a smug grin.      "I dunno... you tell me 'Dukey'... why /would/ you know anything about a damn Royal Knight?"      Then he places a pair of fingers in his mouth and whistles sharply for Behemoth before grabbing his second Berenjena and unleashing a blistering barrage of coverfire while he waits for his ride to arrive. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke shivers slightly from the power he emitted in that attack. The image in his own mind's eye flickering and distorting. Voices all around, including his own from his own nightmare of a dream, 'Do you remember... who you are? What you were?' Then Beelzebumon asks him, 'Why /would/ you....' And Duke stares at him, as everything seems to crumble around him. The voices almost drowning out the whistle.     Project Ark...         This could have been prevented.     The         cr">This could have been avoided...     'The orders are         cr">All of this could have been avoided. Then Duke's eyes narrow sharply as they glow sharp blue as he then roars out, "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" even as the bullets came in, Duke didn't stop his charge, his body shifting slightly. Echoes of past data echoing him of Dukemon from so long ago, even as the weapon vanishes from his hands, and his fist reared back. His body leaping in the air, as his eyes burned with digital light, his form unstable as the bullets clipped away the armor, some biting in deep, and with a static battle cry, his fist went to slam down right where Beelzebumon was couched down at, even as his ride started to make the scene. Hit or miss, the impact was hard enough to shake the air, to scatter up dust and rocks, to throw them out and away from him. The area sparks with a great deal of energy and electrical charge, even as the dust cloud starts to slowly settle down, because slowly a white hand raises up out the ground, the finger tips not clawed or black. Blonde like hair coming out like a pony tail from the back of the helm and a red cape with slightly torn edges. Blue gems glow brightly against the settling dust-- marking an X digimon. The body with chrome armor, sleek, with gold edges and red pauldron shoulders. The height even changed to closer of eight foot two. This was Dukemon X--- and those eyes opened with blue light of all that Digital Hazard energy once locked away in Dukemon fully accessible to the X Digimon with only a slight display of gold flakes in his eyes. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      And que the smug grin on Beelzebumon's face just /melting/ away to be replaced with a look that screams 'Oh /shit/', as he stares up helplessly at the charging Duke. With his leg so badly screwed up by that last attack and Behemoth still in transit, there's not much that the Demon Lord can to to /stop/ the berserking Knight. The best he can manage to do is throw up his arms to block that punch...      That /punch/...      When the blow strikes, it does so with all the pent up rage and fury behind it, and the blow slams Beelzebumon into the earth with enough force to cause the ground beneath his body to crack, and one of his arms lets out a loud /crack/ as the bone within breaks. Two more pops come from within his chest as a couple of ribs crack from the force of being punched into the ground with such force. His eyes widen with shock and he coughs out black ichor, and in desperation, he reaches out with his one remaining arm.      ANd then Behemoth tears by as the Demon Lord snatches up the handlebar and swings himself up into the seat as the hellbike skids to a stop.      Then as he cradles his broken arm against his chest, he manages to look up with a pained look on his face and issues a single reply.      "It was everyone's fault, mine included." 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' The dust continues to fall around Dukemon X as the Digimon stares at him. Those eyes narrowing, his fist tightening as the armor creeks. It was hard to say if Duke was even /aware/ of what he had become, but his sights seem dead focused on Beelzebumon. "Keep--- talking..." The X Digimon sneered out as he started to just /walk/ toward the Demon Lord. "Cause I'm tired of being taunted... I'm tired of not knowing who and what I am..." Yep--- Duke isn't even aware right now. "I am tired of these damn NIGHTMARES!" As he voice roars, he charges again. If Beelzebumon goes to hit it into high gear on that bike, Duke will leap for him... leap and actually /fly/ to get ahead of him, before going to slam his fist down in the front of the Bike--- even if Beelzebumon doesn't leave--- poor Behemoth will get the force. At least it wasn't a lance and only his armored fist. However as he glared at Beelzebumon, he then took notice of his reflection. Which caused him to pause-- pause and stare. "....." It was obvious right then, even to the Demon Lord, that Duke didn't realize he performed a slide evolution and the fact at who was staring right back at him he-- was not expecting to see. "No..." His words spoken softly as he then staggered back a step. "No... no no no." It was just like that reflection of the building, just like what he was staring in his nightmare looking back at him. Those blue eyes flaked with gold then looked over at Beelzebumon, before he roared and then went to reach for the Demon Lord by the jacket and actually lift him up. "What /joke/ is this, Huh?!" There was fear in his eyes now, but still the rage--- the anger. "You part of this?! With that damn dog?! Cold joke from Yggdrasil!?!" Those words snapped in his head and his grip then loosened up as he let Beelzebumon drop to the ground. "....Yggdrasil..." Duke stepped back before his arm then took on the form of the plasma lance and it pointed it down at Beelzebumon. "Is that it?! Everything a lie and you knew it all along?!" Ok yeah--- Duke was now... pulling at straws in his very confused state. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!      Beelzebumon clearly wasn't expecting a single question to throw Duke into such a blind rage, and the look on his face as he tries to grab the handlebar abd gun the engine to bolt away is one of surprise and fear. Out of desperation, he steps on the gas, but it's too late as Duke slams his fist down on the front of Behemoth, causing the back wheel to pop up off the ground, leaving the bike with no traction with which to escape. Beelzebumon himself is almost thrown from the saddle, only managing to stay seated by the skin of his teeth, before Duke renders it moot by hefting him up off the bike by the collar of his jacket.      Then as he looks down with pain hazing his sight, he can't help but grin, before he's dropped to the ground.      There he lays, clutching his ribs with his one good hand as he looks up, to find the lance pointed at his throat.      "... It's no joke. You are one of Thirteen Royal Knights, who served under Yggdrasil during the war. As for knowing... I suspected, and those suspisions grew the more and more I spent time with you..."      Then he frowns a bit as he sits up a few inches, "But I sure as hell ain't with Yggdrasil or that damn mutt, whoever he is. I got no idea what /their/ deal is..." 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke doesn't move the plasma lance, even as Beelzebumon talked. There was a flicker in his memory again-- something like this before maybe. Those eyes, though confused took a very stern look in them. There was a twitch in his left shoulder, with a flick of his hand. A bit of instability still perhaps, or something starting to settle in. "So you knew... all along..." The lance moving in closer to Beelzebumon's neck--- he can probably feel the very plasma heat across his skin. Threatening to burn it away. "You knew /all/ along I was one of those /damn/ knights..." The lance then pulls back. "And you pulled me ALONG!" There was a bright light from the lance, Beelzebumon could see it coming down for him--- only it only missed a few inches off, as Duke leaned down on it as it burned away at the digital earth. "...how many times had we fought like this..." the former Royal Knight asked gently. "...I wanting to rip you apart... and came to admire you as a rival... someone... I could battle as an equal..." Those blue eyes looking directly at Beelzebumon's red ones. "...You knew all along I was one of the Thirteen... and yet you pulled me along... pushed me... why?" The Knight Digimon yanked his lance free from the earth as he stood back. "...so that you could watch me suffer with the knowledge of my crimes... of what I /allowed/... Some sick last laugh?" Duke then turned away from Beelzebumon and then started to step away, even as parts of the cape started to flicker with digital data as power was starting to get drained away. "I want to believe your lieing to me right now." He glances over his shoulder at Beelzebumon. "...But I know your not. Damn Demon Lord you are." The lance then vanishes. "....you always kept your word--- haven't you?" Duke's eyes the narrow, even as they start to dim in glow, "I hate you for that.... that the only damn one I can trust, is the fucking Demon Lord I should have killed ages ago." 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      To his credit, Beelzebumon doesn't flinch when Duke brings his lance down. He always knew that he would die in battle, and suspected it would be at Dukemon's hands. His only surprise is that Duke didn't follow through, as his strike embeds itself in the ground beside his neck.      "... Like I said at the beginning of our fight, don't be so quick to condemn them... /or/ yourself."      Despite the pain in his body, Beelzebumon rolls sideways, then pushes himself into a sitting position with his hands in his lap.      "I have fought you many times... more than I can count. I know you... the REAL you, inside and out. And I do not believe for a moment that you are capable of allowing the fate that befell our world to happen without trying to prevent it... to defy it."      Then he grins a bit, but this grin isn't his usual smug smirk, "But if you don't believe me, then ask yourself one question. Why are you being hunted by those who still follow Yggdrasil's ideals, if not because you are a traitor to their cause?" 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Dukemon X listens to Beelzebumon, even as his watches his hand start to break down slightly in data. He couldn't hold this form.... much like he couldn't hold Medieval so early on. Triggered all the same--- wasn't it? Maybe even harder to trigger given the condition. Duke closes his eyes as he looks off to the side, his cape only blowing slightly in the digital wind. Even as the question was presented by Beelzebumon. "I don't know, because I don't remember." He says with a solemn voice, the rage being quaffed back down. Tucked away deep inside of himself. "That is the real kicker isn't it?" The Knight Digimon laughed gently at that, his voice almost carrying a static sound to it as the energy was fading. "I don't remember and I can't accept the fact of who I was.... now I have the truth in front of me and while-- maybe your right--- maybe I did fight back. Maybe that is why I see Omegamon, why I yell out his name, and feel such betrayal in my heart when I see him in my nightmares." Duke then took a step and forced what energy he had to actually float in the air. Flying--- he remembers this feeling. He remembers the weightlessness-- this was his joy, wasn't it? "I don't know how long it will take me to fit all the pieces back together, but if that is all true--- and I already knew it was true... that Yggdrasil will stop at nothing to see his judgment finalized. Everyone near me is in danger until I learn to control this--- and even then..." Duke then looked over his shoulder once more to Beelzebumon. "Take care of Doran and Alexis for me, Beelzebumon. I promise I'll make it worth your while later." Then the Royal Knight was gone straight up into the air with a near shockwave around the area... 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Oh god damnit, how can Beelzebumon say no to /that/ request?      Ya know, besides the fact that Duke took off before he could say anything?      With a loud, overly dramatic sight, Beelzebumon slumps down a bit, then looks up in the direction Duke disappeared to, "... Yeah, I promise. Just go get your head on straight."      Then with that out of the way, he pitches back and just flops on the ground with his limbs splayed out as he stares blankly at the sky. Then he mutters four words.      "I need a drink." 

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1998/Beelzebumon's Wild Gravity-Defying Ride

2015-08-03T13:05:37Z

Rorahusky:

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|Date of Scene=2015/04/10
|Location=Gravity Badlands
|Synopsis=Duke challenges Beelzebumon to a battle, with the hopes that if he wins, he can force Beelzebumon to honor his deal to tell him about his past.
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Aaaah, the Gravity Badlands. Where Up is Sideways and Down is Schizophrenic.      The perfect vacation spot for people who just wanna say 'Fuck physics!'      Compared to the Digital World's insanity though, this is /almost/ normal (I'm looking at you, wacky city that goes /sideways/ down the face of a chasm), but the keyword is almost, as even at it's worst, the Digital World didn't get quite this stomache-churningly messed up in terms of spatial relations. Still, the view is FANTASTIC, as Beelzebumon is enjoying as he reclines back on a lawn chair with a beer in his hand.      On a giant floating chunk of earth in the sky.      Upside down. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke said he was going to track down Beelzebumon this time and he meant it! The Guilmon X was putting those hunting skills to work in order to locate the Demon Lord Digimon. This eventually lead him though to a very confusing place, where everything was a bit--- off. It was confusing actually, but with a jump one way meant going side ways, and another went going upside down, then running around a rock face as if side suddenly meant normal. Duke was never very sure if his miss stepped around here that it meant falling flat on his face, or head, maybe even tail. Worse part was, the whole time he was thinking 'Gee, it be great to fly, but that form is to hard for me to hold and /to big/'. Ah well, he'll make do. He does eventually find Beelzebumon though and stare at him, upside down, or was he upside down. He lost track actually. "Beelzebumon!" The Guilmon X calls up to him, those gold eyes staring directly at the Demon Lord. "I am here to talk!" 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      With one final chug of his booze, Beelzebumon looks up, to finding Duke upside down (from his perspective anyway), staring down at him. His eyes light up and his mouth contorts into a wide grin, "Oh hey Lizardface! I was wondering when you'd finally--" /BELCH/ "--Oh, pardon moi, track me down. Just give me a moment."      Then as he stands, he takes the beer can and sets it against the side of his head, before crushing it against his skull. Then he whips his arm back and chucks it out into the sky, where it gets caught in the gravity of another floating landmass and begins to orbit it like a mimiature satellite.      "Man, I bet daredevils could pull off some mind-bendingly sick tricks in this place. Provided they could figure out which way up was at any time."      Then he tenses his legs and leaps up, inverting in mid-leap to land right-side up in front of Duke.      Well, sort of anyway. he is skewed about 25 degrees off to one side.      "What can I do for ya, firebreath?" 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke watches the can take orbit around something else, before at last Beelzebumon comes down to join him, though he tilts his head only faintly at the fact he isn't exactly straight... or is he? Like, is he not the one who is straight? The thought causes him to huff out a bit of smoke from his nostrils from the mild madness of this place. "I am sure some daredevil probably has figured it or... or maybe crashed so badly they gave up. Maybe you should try it some time." The Guilmon X says to Beelzebumon's own statement about daredevils in this area. Duke steps back a bit and his tail flicks gently. Those gold eyes narrow as he tries to think of how to word this and he even tenses up a bit. "I want to be a worthy rival to you... I also know you hold answers to my best... and I know, deep down, we knew one another, but not on the best of terms. I am... pretty sure that is why you still see me as a rival, even though," He looks at his own claws, "Even though I know I am no where good as you." The Guilmon X lowers his head, but those eyes stayed locked with Beelzebumon's. There is that look, that warrior look, that look of defiance and strength wrapped into one past those youthful eyes. "No human or anything can train me correctly. Doran has his own problems... that leaves you." Guilmon X raises up his head, the look remains and those ear fins stay steady. "I need you to help train me. To push me. You don't degenerate, there has to be a reason why. I need to become like that as well." 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      "I don't degenerate because I have become strong enough to maintain this for more or less on a permanent basis," Beelzebumon replies with a shrug, "That's how it is for all Digimon. It's like the difference between a marathon runner and a sprinter. Sprinters burn all their energy in a dead run, but the long distance runners know all sorts of tricks to conserve their energy, plus they have higher stamina thanks to training."      As he speaks, he places his arms behind his back and begins to pace. Right up a wall.      "You used to be able to hold your true form indefinitely like me, but I imagine that a lot of your stamina is locked up in the same place as your memories and your real power."      Then he begins to pace down the wall again as he raises his hand to scratch the back of his head, "As for your request... I can certainly /push/ you, but I don't do the whole 'training' thing. The closest you're gonna get out of me is to fling yourself at me repeatedly and try to puzzle out what you're doing wrong after you shake the stars from your eyes." 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke watches Beelzebumon pace up the wall and then back down the wall. His tail flicks as he analyzes what the Demon Lord has to say and a heavy snarl appears on his muzzle for a moment to some of the wording as his own thoughts silently curse at his own condition. He at last snorts to the side as his ear fins go back as he narrows his eyes. "I should have been able to beat you the first time." He says as he steps forward. "At least come to a draw!" He says with even more determination in his voice, his next step has him going slightly side ways. "If it takes me being beat senselessly. If it takes me having to be barely beat to the brink of death to... to..." Duke snarls again, before his eyes narrow sharply, with a flicker of blue in them. "To remember! Then so be it! But your the best shot I have!" "Because I'm tired of being haunted by something I can't control!!" He roars out as he then leaps straight at Beelzebumon, however gravity takes effect and yanks him another way, his feet claws skid across the side of the wall, as flames build up around his muzzle, "I am tired of feeling like a criminal and not understanding why!!" Those flames build up, before he at last blasts a fire ball right at Beelzebumon. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Beelzebumon doesn't even move as Duke lunges for him, only to watch the dino go careening off in another direction... but then he quirks an eye at the comment about feeling like a criminal.      Before he can ponder those words, the fireball blazes out towards him forcing him to draw back his fist and punch the gout of flame and disperse it.      Then slowly he draws back his still smoking and charred hand and strokes his chin thoughtfully, "Criminal you say? Can't say I know what /that's/ about. Must have been something that happened after the last big battle we had in the old world. I do have a suspicion though..."      Then he grins as he drops into a combat stance, "But that, like a lot of things, is just something you'll have to /earn/ by fighting me!"      And then he leaps into the air and... away from duke? Only to have gravity whip him back around in an impossible way to give the X Digimon a swift boot to the chin!      Looks like someone was goofing off earlier with the wonky gravity here before a certain dino arrived. Probably /was/ doing all sorts of daredevil stunts before he settle down for his beer. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' The boot comes to his chin and Duke grunts as the sheer force knocks him head over heels, and then right of the ground! He goes one way, and then lands against a small rock, not that far from Beelzebumon, before those pupils thin out. "Grr! Fine! I'll bite it out of you!" He shoves off the rock surface and then lands down on the ground, before leaps back up again, he can feel the gravity force trying to yank him another way. He twirls his body to work with it, as he builds up flames in his maw again, before blasting out two more in the direction of the much greater tiered Digimon. Why he hadn't digivolved yet was anyone's guess, but those eyes were looking a bit on the edge of being primal. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Gravity giveth and gravity taketh away.      With practiced ease, Beelzebumon thrusts out his fist once more to punch the incoming fireballs, only to have the flames vier wildly, with one arcing up to curve around his arm and brush past his ear, while the other suddenly angles down and slams into his foot. With a surprised yelp, he hops up and down on one foot as he beats out the flames on the other with both hands, "Yeowch! Hot foot! Hot foot!"      Once his foot is no longer on fire, he settles back down and snorts, "Ya know, you aren't gonna get very far against me by just sticking to your child form... but if you wanna challenge yourself..." He shrugs dismissively before scooping a rock off of the ground and gauging trajectory with his other hand, eyeballing his shot.      Then with a forceful whip of his arm, he throws the puck-sized stone into the sky and watches as it bounces off a wall, circles around one of the many floating pieces of earth, and then arcs back down to bean Duke in the back of the head. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke sneers, "That is because I don't always have control over it! I can't always warp when I want too! Only when there is a large enough threat!" He admits with frustration in his voice. However when the rock beans him in the back of the head, he yelps and loses his foot, and goes falling to the left actually before seeming to splash into some water pond that was gently rolling down a hill upside down. There was a flash of light in that pond however and what comes out next wasn't the child Digimon, but Duke's adult form, leaping right out and his maw wide open with those razor teeth and his draconic-dino eyes down to thin slits. Wild, furious, frustrated, it was all there. Yet gravity here was a cruel place it would seem, just as he gets so close to chomping at Beelzebumon, it yanks him another way and send him sailing for the area near by, where he has to flip himself around in order to land on his feet. His white man bristles as he snarls, before he lets out a roar in anger toward the Demon Lord, his claws of his glowing with burning plasma light. Duke runs to the right, before leaping to a rock, running across it and then with a flip of his body, and a kick off another surface, he attempts to close the distance one more, striking out with those burning plasma claws. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      "A big enough threat, eh?" Beelzebumon says with a smirk as he watches the pond that Duke fell into, only to see him erupt from the surface and charge him again... only to once more be thwarted mid leap by the gravity here, "I think I can provide that..."      And then as Duke tries again to lunge at him with plasma-infused arm blades, the Demon Lord calmly raises his fingers to his lips and whistles loudly and sharply.      And then with an angry growl, a black and steel machine comes lunging off a cliff to slam into Duke to deflect him away, before suddenly ramping off his body and skidding to a stop next to Beelzebumon.      "I don't know if you remember, but this here is my means of transportation, my partner in crime, and the only thing in this world I have ever considered to be a true comrade. Behemoth." He gives the hellish motorcycle a pat on the handlebars, then swings his leg over and sets himself down on the seat, "And she's a little pent up right now, seeing as the last time I fought you, I told her to stay on the sidelines. She likes to be in the thick of things almost as much as I do, and she's /very/ eager to reintroduce herself to one of her favorite chewtoys." 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke's strike gets knocked aside and the Growlmon X slides back, his claws digging into the ground as he snarls up at the bike. His eyes narrow and he snorts smoke from his nostrils. "Chewtoy THIS!" Is only Duke's reply with that now aggressive voice of his as his eyes flicker blue before he blasts out a magma flame right for the both of them, though gravity seems to be having fun with it as it curls it around attempting to shift its entire form. What is the real shame is that it seems the Growlmon X has no memory of the bike, beyond perhaps in passing of recent times, so maybe it is a good way to introduce him to another hellish problem he may have dealt with so long ago. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Beelzebumon grins fiercely at Duke's reply and throttles up Behemoth's engine, before taking his foot off the brakes. Rather than try to avoid the flames he chooses instead to challenge them head on, diving into the scorching blast as he tears off towards his foe.      As he emerges from the inferno, singed and burn with flames still vainly clinging to his body, he twists Behemoth's handles to one side and goes into horizontal skid as he aims himself and his machine towards Duke's feet, aiming to sweep them right out from under him. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' The Growlmon X attempts to avoid, but isn't quick enough. The bike easily flips him right off his feet and instead of just falling over, he instead goes sideways, before going up into a near by meadow above Beelzebumon. He attempts to pick himself back up and snarls, as soon has he leaps though, he flails before getting pulled to the right and rolling along a wall. Unlike Beelzebumon who had a chance to feel this place out, it would seem Duke isn't having much luck, worse-- like this-- Duke isn't exactly the brightest either. More primal then actual thinking and pron to sudden bursts of destructive rage the more frustrated he becomes--- the more desperate even. The mane bristles as he snarls as he gets back up on his feet once more. He teeth clench tightly before he roars out which nearly shakes the area around him. "Is that the best you got, Demon Lord! I'll tear you apart!!" With a predatory screech, Duke attempts to go after Beelzebumon, by trying to pick what seems like the best path, only to find himself being yanked away by the gravity in another direction and colliding into a piece of floating rock. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Fighting Beelzebumon on foot and fighting him astride his hellish machine are two entirely different things, as the sheer mobility the motorcycle provides him allows him to close the range or pull back with great ease.      ANd he fully intends to make use of that extra speed he has.      Up walls and and across cliff faces Behemoth goes, even winding up more than a few times driving on the underside of overhangs, always forever staying out of reach tauntingly, leading Duke on a merry chase as Beelzebumon calls back with a smirk, "What's a matter lizardface? Can't keep up? Too bad!"      Then he pulls out one of his trusty Berenjenas and snaps it up, taking aim at one of Duke's non-vital areas before firing off a shot. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke roars out in anger and when the shot fires, he attempts to strike it down with his plasma claws, but the bullets are faster then his reacting time. So while his claws swing, the bullets pass by and slam into his shoulder. He lets out a yelp in pain and gets knocked off his feet by the impact force. Worse he is thrown into a place in this gravity crazy land where gravity has no hold, trapped floating there for a bit as he struggles to move. His eyes flare brightly as he screeches out and flails, before huffing out some fire this way and that. It really was no good and kind of pathetic when he is to look back at this later. Eventually the Growlmon X comes to stop and only huffs a bit as his eye twitches. There is a snarl, a roar in defiance, before noticing a tree branch that is swinging by connected to a tree. He reaches out with it with his claws. Attempting to take hold of it in order to pull himself out of this bind he got himself in. Yes thinking was good-- now if he just do more of it sometimes. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      That sight is just too amusing for Beelzebumon, so he skids Behemoth to a stop for no other reason than so he can point and laugh, "Pfffthahaha! Oh man, look at you! Flailing around like a baby! Man, if I had been fighting to /kill/, you'd have been dead three times over now. You've been fighting the gravity here more than you've been fighting /me/!"      Then he leans on the handlebars of Behemoth and smirks, "If you had better control over your evolutions, you could just jump to your Wargrowlmon form and use those rocket boosters to counteract all the twisting and pulling." 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Once he gets a hold of he branch, he pulls himself in to the tree. Yes, a large six foot and half monster hanging from a tree, clinging to it really with his eyes narrowed, an annoyed look on his muzzle and those eyes glaring right at Beelzebumon as he mocks him. One may even see Duke lipping his words back with a slight 'he he he' motion, before he sneers his teeth. He wanted to digivolve though, did he ever want to digivolve, but he didn't have the reserves up-- at least-- he didn't feel like he did. He pulled it off once but that was with enough energy stored to do so, this time though... he felt like he just /didn't/ have it in him. The slow realization that this was a hopeless endeavor started to weigh on his mind. The Growlmon X closed his gold eyes as if wishing he would just Digivolve already, because Beelzebumon was also right-- he already be /dead/ if the Ultimate wanted it so. What if... what if that is what his dream was warning him? Hopelessness? Inability to do /anything/? Yggdrasil would win... like he did in his nightmare... His claws dug into the wood as he snarled out, before he roared loudly, "NEVER!!" It was hard to say what he was shouting never too. Beelzebumon or himself. Though the result is him leaping out, as an electrical display surged around him and his form started to data shift as the bits cold be seen flicking, shifting, within the light before it consumed him. Then there was a massive wake of energy that flashed outward, as what hanged upside down was Medieval Dukemon's form with that cape bellowing out, before he gripped his hands tightly together, yet while he held the form, it could also be seen some destabilization in it, much like at the Bank so early on. "I wont... lose..." Those gold eyes snap open. "To you or to anyone! Not even my nightmares!" He pushes past the destabilization of his form, as he shoves off the rock, his hands extending out as wind and flames race around him, then bring his hands together, the raging fireball launches forward, being carried by the controlled winds right for Beelzebumon and his ride... 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Beelzebumon smirks as he averts his eyes from the sudden flare of light and energy, then says, "Yeah, that's it, dig down and find that will to fight! Show me what you got dino--"      He looks up, to see Duke not in his Wargrowlmon form, but having skipped straight to Ultimate.      "Oh right, you can do that."      And then suddenly FIREBALL.      The blast knocks Beelzebumon on his ass and sends Behemoth careening, but even as he skids across the ground, he flips back onto his feet and grinds to a stop, "Oof, sometimes I forget that not every Digimon has to go through the stages in sequence... but hey, now I can stop goofing around and get a little serious."      With that, he pulls out both of his beloved shotguns and snaps them up, before opening fire with one. Then he twists around and fires off with the second, using the strange gravity here to curve it.      Then he spins again and fires a third, then a fourth, each time using the gravity to bank his shots so that Duke will have a hard time tracking and evading them all. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' The Knight Ultimate moves between the rocks and ground, navigating himself around the well by feeling how they will rotate his body. When Beelzebumon starts to open fire, he does draw out his weapon, instead attempts to generate enough wind force like a shield to deflect the bullets as they come in, if not trying to evade them entirely. Yet by design of Beelzebumon's shots, the a few bullets impact his Digi-chrome armor and a few shots do sink it, causing the knight to spiral a bit before sliding back on his feet looking upside down at Beelzebumon. His gold eyes flicker as he nearly staggers a step. "...Answer me this Beelzebumon! Is Yggdrasil still alive? Is he a threat still?" The Medieval Dukemon then shoves off the ceiling to the ground at an angel as his cape bellows out from behind him, he crouches down with the cape expanding around him, before he shoves off right for Beelzebumon, his head rearing back into a fist as flames lick around his knuckles... 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Beelzebumon quickly throws up his arms to block the flaming knuckle, but the impact of the blow is still enough to lift him off the ground and send him skywards, where he gets drawn into the gravity of one of the floating islands. With the gravity churning and twisting so much, even he has trouble with his landing and ends up coming down hard on one ankle, twisting it painfully.      Seeking to cover his injury, he forces himself up and puts on a cocky grin, "Wish I could tell ya Dukey, but I haven't seen hide nor hair of him or his goons since I came to the Multiverse. Hell, up until you and your friend arrived, I just assumed that the only people to escape from the old world was us Demon Lords, and whatever tattered remains of our armies we managed to salvage when everything went to shit."      Then he looks up at one of the floating boulders and grins, "But let's assume that he is still around and he's still a pompous ass of a diety, just to be on the safe side..."      Then he crouches, and with his good foot, he leaps into the air towards the boulder and gives it a solid punch that sends it hurtling towards the knight, before firing a single shot into it that causes the boulder to shatter into foot long debris to pummel his foe. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke narrows his eyes as he winces a bit inside at the fact it felt like his body was screaming at him right now. He was pushing it, but if Beelzebumon was right, he could do this. He could push just as hard as the Demon Lord before him. When Beelzebumon answer his questions, he narrows his eyes and then watches as the bolder is kicked his way, watching it shatter by the bullet. He activates his Halberd at last and tries to deflect a few, though one does slam right into his armored shoulder. He staggers back a step, almost taking a knee. "I ask... because I heard him in my dreams... I know it was him... he was chaining everything... even you. I think... he was even going after the Multiverse." Duke then twirls the lance around, before spinning it around in a step, as he swings it up, five fireballs rocket forward, heading right for the Demon Lord. "Could he be a threat to the Multiverse /if/ he was alive?" 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      As the fireballs come hurtling out, Beelzebumon twists and whirls, spiraling himself through the barrage as the flames pass him by... at least until the fourth fireball slams him in the back and leaves him open for the fifth. Out of reflex, he twists again as he falls to land on his feet, only to crumple onto one knee as his ankle gives out, "Damn!"      Thinking quick, he whistles for Behemoth, then holds out his hand as the hellish machine passes him by, grabbing the handlebar and yanking himself into the seat where his bad ankle won't be a factor.      "Well, let's see, he unleashed a god damn army of mindless killing machines that could corrupt anything made of data just by mere proximity in order to wipe out an entire world of people save for his chosen few!"      Then he whips around as he tears towards Duke, only to reach out with one hand to grab the knight by the neck.      "So you tell me! Would a genocidal god be /any/ threat to the Multiverse?"      And then he slams Duke facefirst into the ground and grinds him along the terrain as he drives. 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' There was an attitude switch in Beelzebumon a he spoke, Duke picked up on it. A button he pressed perhaps. "..death... machines...?" The Knight asks back seeming confused, but something clicked, a sound, a screech. However that freeze up was enough for Beelzebumon to get his hand around Duke's neck who hurks as he does so. He finds himself slammed into the ground, being dragged along, his armor scuffing, sparking, across the surface, until he is able to force himself free, at which he rolls along the ground a bit and almost rolls off the side of the ledge--- ---only to roll down it a bit more. Duke slowly picks himself up watching as Beelzebumon drives around as he nearly collapses back into the ground. His body shifts slightly as the data attempts to break and reshift. There was something there, a spark of something that Beelzebumon may catch in a glimpse of an eye. The design like one before but-- changed-- somehow, but it doesn't stay for long. The Medieval Dukemon though almost topples over, but uses his Halberd to hold himself. "I... I... should remember this... shouldn't I?" He asks, before he looks up at Beelzebumon. "Is that why I hear the screams?" He asks, but his hand starts to slide down the shaft, his eyes dulling. "...Nrrhh..." Yet for all his power slowly draining from him, his body ready to just crumble apart, he forces himself to stand, in defiance to it all. "...How do you do it..." He asks, looking toward the Demon Lord. "TELL ME!!" He then races right at him, the Halberd blade dragging across the ground as it lights up on fire. "RRAAHH!!" Then with a jump, leaping over the ledge, flipping with the gravity, he goes to try and bring the Halberd down, only to come short and slamming into the ground. Fire dances around, explodes outward, up and even down, dancing in the gravity well of this strange place, as Duke starts to slip again. "...I want...to be whole again... like you..." "...and stop losing myself..." 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      "Shit!"      As the fire chaotically rages and swirls in the gravitational eddy, the Demon Lord swerves, trying to slip away from the dancing flames, but they catch up to him soon enough and engulf in. Blinded by the pain and the fire, he does not see the change in terrain ahead of him and ends up launching himself inavertedly off the edge, only to skip off a floating rock which sends him into a wild tumble in one direction, and Behemoth off in the other.      Crashing to the ground-- er, ceiling, he tumbles and rolls, before coming to a rest on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling-- er, the ground.      "... Ow."      With noticable effort, he sits up and drags himself to his feet as he leans on the wall of his upside down perch for support, "Nnng... how about we call this one a draw? You look like you're about to revert at any second, and my ankle is all kinds of fucked up right now." 

:'''{{#var:718|Duke (718)}} has posed:''' Duke chuckles a bit as Beelzebumon asks for the draw and perhaps at himself, maybe in realizing it was foolish to look for that aid from the Demon Lord. There was nothing that could be done really, was there? He did imply that early on-- it would be something Duke would have to solve on his own, no matter how frustrating it was. "Fine... a draw... and maybe.. some drinks... and food..." Duke says looking up at Beelzebumon. "Hey Rival..." The Digimon said with a grin in his voice, "Next time when I say threat... just slam me into the ground hard as you can, alright?" He places out his hand, "We could have gotten quicker... to the good part... hehe...eenrrh.." It is about then that his body gives way at last and collapses to the ground as it reverts back to the Guilmon X once again. The red dino-dragon lays there out could. His body scuffed up and a few bullet wounds across his red scale skin. Maybe one day, he'll get the hang of this, but for now.... ....there is still a ton more he has to learn. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      "Bah, where's the fun in that?" Beelzebumon replies with a lopsided grin, "If anything, I won't stop you from doing it. I'll just egg you on instead."      Then he looks over to find that Duke has already passed out. Then with a snort, he turns and limps his way over to Behemoth, "You okay Be?" He picks Behemoth up off the ground and checks for damage, but when he finds nothing wrong besides a few dents, he gets in the seat and glances behind him, "Guess I should get someone here to pick him up. Ain't know way I'm carrying him with my ankle all screwed to hell..." He reaches for his radio and calls for a pick up before revving the engine and peeling off. 

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1840/Doran and Beelzebumon

2015-08-03T13:03:56Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      The Cyberspace Perimeter, a place where the 'real' world and the Digital one becomes blurred almost to the point of being indistinguishable.      So very much like Beelzebumon's world, now just a faded memory.      For all his talk about having left all that in the past, the Demon Lord still occasionally finds himself pining for the days before the Multiverse, back when the world was a much smaller place. When he gets into those rare moods, this is where he goes, wandering perhaps in the hopes of finding remanents of the world that Yggdrasil wiped clean. He never finds anything, but sometimes it's the search that matters more than the discovery itself, and it gives Beelz plenty of time to think.      With a loud rumble, the Demon Lord and his hellish ride comes to a stop beside a digital stream, where the 'water' breaks up into fragments of 1s and 0s as it crackes against the rocks, instead of foamy rapids. There he dismounts and leans down to scoop up a rock, before hurling it towards the water.      "Well, this was a waste of time. Like always. Don't know why I even bother anymore." 

:'''{{#var:695|Doran (695)}} has posed:''' Beelzebumon is not the only one in a contemplative mood. Ever since Doran heard of an area where a digital zone and 'real' world mesh into an indistinguishable blur, he had always meant to visit. Perhaps there are other Exiles here... or any sign of 'home' at all. With Duke in Alexis' care for the moment, he's now freed up to do more than simply hunt and survive. Doran has chosen to explore the area from the sky in his Perfect form of DoruGreymon, a large red dragon with four black wings. Faster speed, more endurance, and few really want to mess with something of his relative size... and he feels relatively safe using it. He takes a lazy flight-path that is quite clearly taking in the scenery and its marvels. He takes a turn to follow a stream as if to see where it originates... ...Only to quickly see Beelzemon on the riverbank, throwing a stone into the rushing waters. "Oh bits." Welp. If there was any doubt whether or not the Demon Lord came from /his/ Digital World... 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      With a grumble, Beelzebumon leans down to scoop up another rock, seeking to vent some frustration as he tosses it idly in his hand, before chucking it down the stream, "God damn Yggdrasil, had to have a hissy fit and burn everything to the ground just cause he was losing..." He snorts... only to hear Behemoth rumble angrily behind him, "Huh? What are you going on about--"      That's when he turns, and sees something that looks extremely similar to those weird Digimon that obliterated his world just... flying in the sky. Of course, it's been years since he last seen one, so the differences between DoruGreymon and the Dex-line are lost on him, "The /hell/?!"      With an angry snarl of his own, he pulls out one of his shotguns and quickly mounts up on Behemoth, spinning around to give pursuit, "I see it! Little plague-bearing eldritch horror isn't gonna get away from /me/!" 

:'''{{#var:695|Doran (695)}} has posed:''' That's about the reaction Doran expected, which means this unintentional meeting just got extremely dangerous -- for himself. The DoruGreymon immediately banks AWAY from the angry Demon Lord and picks up the pace, trying to put some semblance of distance between himself and Beelzebumon. No trail of destruction follows in his wake, nor does he attack whatever moves -- and, interestingly enough, is completely silent. No ear-piercing shrieking, no lolling of the head with mouth open and tongue hanging out. He does make a beeline towards a rocky outcropping some distance away, likely the outward shell of some mine or another. With Behemoth involved, however, he has strong doubts he'll even make it that far. But he can still try. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Poor Doran. He just happened to make an appearance right at the absolute worst time, and now Beelzebumon is in hot pursuit, tearing across the half digital, half material landscape upon his hellbike.      About the only thing going for Doran is that the terrain is very rocky along the path he chosen, so Beelzebumon is jossling nearly constantly as he tries to line up his shot, "G-God damnit! C-couldn't you h-have picked a better p-path?!"      Behemoth just snarls at him. Seems the bike is also in a foul mood. Like rider, like ride I suppose.      "W-Whatever, just g-give me two seconds of smo-o-oth road so I can sh-hoot!!"      And Behemoth fulfills this request by angling sharply towards a natural forming ramp and launching into the air, giving Beelzebumon just enough time to snap up his gun while he isn't rattling like a die inside of a cup and take a snapshot at the distance Digimon. 

:'''{{#var:695|Doran (695)}} has posed:''' The shot is well-placed, compounded by Doran not looking back to gauge distance or action. He doesn't hear the shot being fired until the round has already pierced a hole clean through both of his left wings. He roars in pain as he corkscrews, wings flailing wildly in an unsuccessful attempt to regain aerial control, and gravity takes hold. He clips a rocky outcropping before slamming into a solid stone slab with a thunderous crack of shattering rock. Pulverized dust obscures the impact for a few moments, during which time the stunned Doran evaluates his options while lying on the ground. Staying in this form is suicide, that much is perfectly obvious. Though he himself never saw a DexDorugremon Digivolve, and is fairly certain they never did, that is risky in and of itself. Beelzebumon could find him an even bigger threat, or at least solidify the assumption going on right now. So he takes the only option he has left. His body is fully obscured by a faintly-golden light before data is purged, dissipating alongside the dust. This leaves behind Doran in his Child-level Dorumon form, crumpled beneath the impact point of his prior form. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      And not a moment too soon as Behemoth comes surging around the corner a moment later as Beelzebumon launches out of the seat and rolls, coming up with both shotguns raised... only the giant beast isn't there, "The hell?" He slowly gets up and looks around as he walks forward... and almost ends up tripping over Doran, catching himself at the last second, "What the..."      He kneels down, jabbing Doran in the side with the barrel of his gun, "Hey runt, you dead?" He's not even sure that furry purple lump is a Digimon or some some animal that got landed on. It's always so hard to tell which side of the proverbial fence the creatures in this part of the Multiverse belong to, and Beelzebumon has never seen a Dorumon before. 

:'''{{#var:695|Doran (695)}} has posed:''' Doran's tail and one of his ears twitches when he's poked. "Ouch." He opens one eye, staring balefully up at Beelzebumon. "That hurt." Technically, /everything/ hurts, but being prodded with a gun is not helping. He snorts a cloud of dust out of his muzzle and carefully -- and obviously painfully -- rolls onto his stomach. He flutters his wings experimentally, his left clearly drooping compared to the right. "At least Duke's not here..." He could already almost hear the Guilmon X's laughter even now. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Beelzebumon stands up and looks around cautiosly, still brandishing his gun, "Don't suppose you've see a gigantic, mindless murderbeast around here anywhere? Red fur, four wings, looks like a giant furry brontosaurus with blades sticking out everywhere. Could have swore that bloody thing crashed somewhere near here..." 

:'''{{#var:695|Doran (695)}} has posed:''' Doran tilts his head to the side slightly. "I think it did." He points up to the immense cracked dent in the stone above him. "Looked like those things..." A shiver makes his purple fur ripple and fluff. "But I thought those things were black-furred with red wings and that weird tail? And loud, too..." He staggers to his feet, giving himself a firm shake to clear both his head and his coat. "Owwww." 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Beelzebumon pauses and scratches his chin a bit, "Come to think of it, I sort of remember them being black too. Been years since I last saw one though..."      Then something clicks in Beelzebumon's head as he holsters one of his guns and reaches down to grab Doran by the scruff of his next, "Heeeey... if you know about those, then that must mean you're a Digimon from my world!" Her jabs his other gun accusingly into Doran's belly, "Funny, never seen a Digimon like you..." He holsters his other shotgun now and then flicks Doran right in the crystal on his forehead, "Especially not with one of these goofy things sticking out of your skull." 

:'''{{#var:695|Doran (695)}} has posed:''' Doran growls as he gets grabbed and poked in the belly by the gun. "I'm a Prototype Digimon, a Dorumon. I--" He yelps as his forehead gem gets flicked mid-sentence and IMMEDIATELY snaps his jaws at Beelzebumon's fingers. "That's my Digicore Interface!" Held by the scruff of his neck or not, he starts thrashing in order to try to get himself free, all claws and teeth trying to find purchase. Yes, a Child-level trying to get a Ultimate-level to do anything is laughable, but he's going to try come hell or high water. "Lemme go, Demon Lord!" 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      "OW! FUCK!" Beelzebumon yells out as the teeth both down on his fingers, before promptly flinging Dorumon away, "Nippy little bastard!" He gives his hand a vigorous shake and rubs his fingers, "You got guts trying to pull that shit with me!"      Then the shotgun comes out again as Beelzebumon levels it right at Dorumon... then pauses and grins as he raises the weapon, "You're just lucky I'm feeling magnanimous today, ya fuzzy lump..." Then with a twirl, he holsters the weapon once more, "What's your name?" 

:'''{{#var:695|Doran (695)}} has posed:''' Doran immediately spins in midair like a cat when thrown and lands heavily on his rear legs, skidding on the stone as his rear claws struggle to find purchase. As Beelzebumon aims his shotgun at him again, he just gives the Demon Lord a defiant stare with absolutely no fear whatsoever. (It's not like he can fight back or anything anyways.) His frame does relax somewhat when Beelzebumon holsters his weapon again after a few moments, but now the Dorumon is staying well out of reach. No more grabbing or poking, no siree. "I'm called Doran." He narrows his eyes for a moment, seeming to gauge Beelzebumon and Behemoth both. "So you know about Duke." Definitely not a question. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Beelzebumon thinks for a moment, "Doran... Doran... oh right!" He snaps his fingers, "You're the other one that Lute mentioned when he first told me about Duke... I'd introduce myself, but... well..." He grins as he meets that steely gaze, "Judging from the way you look at me, you know exactly who I am."      He smirks a bit as he finds a nice rock to take a seat on, before taking a moment to examine his claws closely, "I do know him, but if you want to help him get his answers, then you're just gonna have to beat them out of me, same as I told him. Wouldn't be much fun otherwise." 

:'''{{#var:695|Doran (695)}} has posed:''' Doran nods once when the Demon Lord places the name correctly. "The same, and I do." He snorts softly as he finds a small perch of his own -- still well out of arm's reach -- and crouches down, vulpine tail swaying behind him. "You misunderstand, Beelzebumon. I already know all the answers." He chuckles bitterly. "The answers Duke has to remember himself. He won't believe the truth as he is now, if someone tells him outright." 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Beelzebumon quirks an eyebrow, then grins widely as he leans forward, "Oh really? Now you've given /me/ some questions to ponder... but I doubt you'll answer them just the same as you refuse to answer his, so I won't bother. Perhaps I will just find out on my own, in my own way. As for Dukey-boy, you and I are both in agreement. He won't believe it if all he has to go by is up here," He taps his head, "So the only way to make him see is to awaken what's down here," He taps his chest next. 

:'''{{#var:695|Doran (695)}} has posed:''' Doran gives Beelzebumon a toothy grin at the Demon Lord's piqued interest. "I'm glad we understand each other." Gutsy kid, isn't he? As the conversation returns to Duke, his front paws splay palms-up as he shrugs. "Exactly." He snorts, then suddenly sneezes off to the side after a small dust-cloud billows in his face. "It's strange to agree with a Demon Lord, but here we are." His brow furrows, the fur almost covering the point of his Digicore Interface closest to his muzzle. "You, me, Duke... has there been anyone else?" 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      The demon lord shrugs dismissively, "None that I can think of off the top of my head. Did run into some other itterations of the Digital World though, but I haven't been to any of them in ages."      Then he stands up and dusts himself off, before adding, "Oh, and the other Demon Lords. We all popped out of the warp gate together during that mad rush to escape the Apocalypse, but don't bother asking where they are now. I have Lucemon the finger pretty much as soon as we realized we were in the Multiverse, and most of the other Demon Lords agreed with me, so we all went our seperate ways." 

:'''{{#var:695|Doran (695)}} has posed:''' Doran huffs under his breath. "Yeah, I remember the exodus. Such a fun time that was." The sarcasm is strong with this one. "If it wasn't for..." His voice trails off, then he shrugs a bit. "Ouryuumon helped get us through the chaos. He disappeared after we got into the Multiverse, though." His stomach growls a bit, and he groans. "That's right, I was exploring new hunting grounds when that dragon crashed..." 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      "Fun fun fun," Beelzebumon replies as he thinks of those hectic last hours, before heading over to where Behemoth rests and mounting up, "Far be it for me to get in the way of your dinner. I meanwhile am gonna go have a drink. I think I earned it."      Then with a twist of the throttle, Behemoth growls back to life as Beelz spins around, "And next time you see ol' Dukey, tell him to bring his A-game!"      Then Behemoth pops a wheelie and screeches before taking off like a bullet back the way he came. 

:'''{{#var:695|Doran (695)}} has posed:''' Doran smirks a bit. "I'll let him know, Beelzebumon." He waits until even Behemoth's dust trail has dissipated, then rubs at the forehead gem. "That was too close. I need to be more careful with my forms." His eyes narrow. "...Still... that ended up better than I thought. I don't remember Beelzebumon being even vaguely reasonable before." He looks around with a wry grin twisting his muzzle. "Then again, nothing's the same as it once was... not any of us..." He gets up and slowly makes his way off the rocks back into the field, now back into full predator mode. He'll have to get himself a full stomach before he can make his way back to familiar territory. 

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1234/Vegeta VS Beelzebumon

2015-08-03T13:02:51Z

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|Poses=:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' Even though it's evening in some places, Vegeta has chosen a part of the Waterland Desert that's still blazing hot with an incredibly unfriendly sun overhead. Though it does lack the frown of a Mario sun. He's standing in the middle of rock hard sand that's been sitting for a while, not at all like the nice, soft sand at a beach. His arms are crossed, and he's got a fresh suit of saiyan armor on. His power is kept high enough to sense, though he has no idea if Digimon can sense power levels or not. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Not that Vegeta would need to sense power levels to know that Beelzebumon is coming.      Riding in on his thundering motorcycle Behemoth, the Demon Lord appears on the horizon, kicking up a cloud of dust in his wake as he rumbles across the landscape. And he is accompanied by the sound of loud, thumping music from the sound system attacked to the back of his bike, a gift from Mantigora.      Stopping nearby, Beelzebumon lowers the kickstand and climbs off his machine, then takes a moment to turn off the music before stretching, "I was wondering what was taking you so long to reply to my challenge... what happened? Santa gave you a concussion with his lump of coal for all the naughty things you did?" 

:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' "I was busy with politics. A planet had to be blown up, women seduced. General royal saiyan business." Vegeta holds up his hand, forming a simple glob of energy. Then he just tosses it like a grenade, and it'll explode just as harshly when it hits the ground near Beelzebumon's feet. "I forgot that you were some sort of mutant freak." 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      "Oh, wasting no time in repopulating the Saiyan Race I see. Well, whatever floats your boa--"      Then in mid sentance, the ki blast goes off right at Beelzebumon's feet and explodes, kicking up a large plum of smoke and dust. As the cloud behins to settle, a blackened Beelzebumon lets out a cough and waves his hand in front of his face, "I know you have troubles going off pre-maturely and all that Veggie, but really? Not even a little boasting and bantering?" He takes a moment to brush himself off, then twists his head to the side and cracks his neck, "Well, if you wanna cut right to the chase then..."      And then in a sudden blurr of movement, the Demon Lord surges forward and leaps, driving his knee right into Vegeta's mouth. 

:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' Vegeta finds blood spurting from his nose as his entire body gets driven back by the Digimon's knee. Then, suddenly, his aura flares yellow, right along with his hair, and he reaches up to grab Beelzebumon's knee. "I'd think you waste enough time boasting and bantering." he says before he begins trying to spin the Digimon around and release him off in some random direction. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      "Just trying to set the mood," Beelzebumon says with a smirk, even as his leg is grabbed... and strangely enough, he doesn't even try to resist as he's swing violently around and thrown through the air.      As he carreens across the battlefield, his arm snaps out to grab a rock jutting out of the sandy terrain and uses the momentum of Vegeta's own throw to whip himself around the rock and fling him back, feet first towards the Saiyan Prince.      "BOOT TO THE HEAD!" 

:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' "You're some kind of... computer animal. You're not even a living thing. I'm using you to see how healed I am." Vegeta talks, but isn't prepared for the speed that Beelzebumon snaps back. The impact with his head sends him directly into a rock, which explodes on impact. He pulls himself up from a pile of rubble, rubbing his head. "How exactly did a thing like you get so strong, anyway?" he asks, right before he begins rapidly thrusting his hands to fire thin yellow beams into the air that arc down and carpet bomb the entire area Beelzebumon's standing in. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      After backflipping back onto his feet from his flying kick, the Demon Lord of Gluttony takes a moment to admire his handiwork, "Digimon, actually. As for not being a living thing... well, I might not be made of blood and bone, but I'm as living and breathing as anyone else."      As the assaulkt begins, Beelzebumon tears off to the side, seeking to outrace the rumbling explosions coming up behind him, only to be caught in the rippling blasts and thrown across the ground like a ragdoll. He bounces once, twice, three times loike a stone skipping across water before he magaes to claw the ground and scrape himself to a stop.      "As for how I got so strong... well..." He pulls out one of his Berenjena Shotguns and snaps it up, fighting off a slug from both barrels, "I fought--" Then he snatches up it's twin from his other holster and snaps it up to unleash another blast, "And I fought--" Then he spins around and unleashes a third blast of fire and lead from his favored weapons, "And I just kept fighting, 'cause I just can't stop!" 

:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' Vegeta tries to dodge, but as he moves to the side, the first slug hits him in the chest and sends him spinning. Then the second hits, causing him to spin even -faster-, rolling across the ground like some kind of rock skipping over water. When the third hits, it blows a chunk of armor off, but at the same time he digs his fingers into the ground. His aura flares up, and he almost instantly covers all the space that was just made inbetween them. He's covered in cuts, burns, and bruises, but he's also full of -rage-. "You're almost like a saiyan. Perhaps I'll even show you my full power before this is over!!!" he shouts, and tries to slam a fist into Beelzebumon's chin for some sort of super uppercut. "You're more than welcome in the Saiyan Empire, if you can keep this up!" 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      The uppercut strikes true, catching Beelzebumon under the chin and lifting him off his feet and into the air, only to crash back down a good twenty feet away flat on his back. After a moment of merely laying there, he groans and pushes himself to his feet before rubbing his jaw, "I'll pass. Tried that whole joining thing a while back, and all that happened is that I ended up hating my co-workers."      Beat.      "Oh, and our god blew up the planet because we tried to overthrow him. Some people can be so spiteful when they're losing."      He takes a moment to pick up his fallen guns, then sticks them back into their holsters, "Only found one partner I actually liked--"      And then suddenly there is a loud roaring sound from behind Vegeta as the hellish motorcycle Behemoth comes hurting off a sand dune and tries to skip off the back of Vegeta's head as though he were a ramp, "--And that would be him now." 

:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' Vegeta almost turns around, but the motorcycle slams into his head and his face slams directly into the ground. He can be heard grumbling in the dirt, the back of his head dripping with blood. A fist is slammed into the ground, then he pushes himself up to one knee, his aura flaring again, this time enough to send cracks and shockwaves through the rocky sand. His hair becomes more rigid, electricity arcing through his much wilder aura, and his muscles are significantly more defined rather than actually larger. "Frieza blew up my planet because he -thought- that he -might possibly- lose one day, -maybe-." 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      As Behemoth skids to a stop next to Beelzebumon, the Demon Lord just shrugs a bit, "This Frieza sounds like a class act, that's for sure, but me? I don't sweat that stuff." He takes a moment to re-mount his hellish machine and takes a firm hold of the handlebars, then revs the engine, "I lost a home, but in exchange I got the Multiverse, with countless of strong foes to help sate my appetite for challenge, and every day even more worlds unify, each with their own champions! I could fight for a thousand years and never run out of entertainment!"      Behemoth's tires begin to screech as Beelzebumon throttles the gas, with all that pent up aggression between his legs ready to burst the moment he takes his hands off the brakes.      "C'mon Geetz, show me what ya got." 

:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' "-You- get it. I hear so many immortals say they're bored with immortality, or people -fear- immortality because they believe that one day they won't have anything to do." Vegeta finally stands, then points a finger at Beelzebumon. "But me? As long as I can constantly become more powerful, as long as I can continue fighting stronger and stronger opponents until the end of time, I don't understand how I could possibly tire of immortality!" He fires off what seem like incredibly quick beams, not like normal damaging beams. If these hit, they'll turn into large rings to -crush- Beelzebumon's arms into his body. Not meant to restrain, but meant to shrink as hard as possible and break bones. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Beelzebumon grins, then says with a hint of glee in his voice, "Live fast. Die hard. Leave a smoking crater."      And then an instant later, he releases the brakes and Behemoth /shoots/ off like a rocket, tearing across the sandy landscape in a wild weaving pattern that deftly avoids Vegeta's attempts to catch him. The beams come close to him and his hellmachine, but they can never quite seem to pin him down as he dodges in and out on a beeline right for Vegeta!      "YIPPEE KAI YA!"      And then just as he comes into range, Beelzebumon's hand snaps out to grab Vegeta by the face and hoist him up off the ground... then while still tearing across the desert at over a hundred miles an hour, he plants Vegeta headfirst into the ground and drags his face across the landscape. 

:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' Vegeta began to run in to try and clothesline the digimon, but then when his face is grabbed, his fingers dig into the ground to try and slow this all down. To no avail, obviously, his face painfully digs through the rocks and toxic sand. His arms snap back to grab Beelzebumon's wrists, then he just starts to -spin-. He entirely covers his body in protective energy and continues moving with the same momentum. He tries to pull the biker from his bike, and drag him into the ground like some kind of powerful energy drill. "If you want brutality, I'll give you brutality!" 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      As Beelzebumon feels the grip on his wrist tighten and the centrifical force of Vegeta's spin start to tear him from the saddle, he things fast and pulls out a length of heavyduty chain from the rear of Behemoth, clutching it tightly in his hand even as he's slammed back into the earth. The impact of the crash is enough to cause him to cough out, spattering Vegeta's armor with ichor that quickly dissolves into data particles.      Then he smirks.      With a quick jerk, he pulls Vegeta down so their faces are an inch from each other, then blows a sarcastic kiss and says, "Love you too Geetz." Then he attaches the hook to the back of collar on his armor.      A moment later, the chain goes taut as Behemoth barrels away, yanking the Saiyan price off him. Quickly leaping to his feet as the Saiyan Warrior is pulled away, Beelzebumon whistles sharply and Behemoth doubles back, dragging Vegeta behind it.      Then Beelzebumon hops forward just as Vegeta comes into range and delivers a devestating Superkick to his face with enough force that the chain snaps from the blow. 

:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' Vegeta actually goes flying for a -very- long time. He tries to grab a rock just like Beelzebumon did, but all it does is break under his hand from the speed he's going. Then when his body spikes into the ground, he's groaning in pain. He has to snap his arm back into its socket, and when he stands, Beelzebumon looks much smaller with a good 200 feet inbetween them. He says something, though it can only be heard over the radio. "I don't know much about science, I don't -care- much about science. But I know enough to understand ways in which to destroy people. For example, I know what a geomagnetic field is..." He smiles, then casually raises two fingers. Nothing happens for a few seconds... then a massive atomic explosion seems to simply rise out of absolutely no where, exploding around the two of them all at once. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      Beelzebumon smirks as he slowly lowers his leg once more and watches as Vegeta careens away from his devestating kick, only to frown slightly as he feels a change in the air... almost as if something were coming up from beneath him.      Then with a loud curse, he turns and lunges away, yelling out "BEHEMOTH!"      Snapping around, the hellbike spins and turns back towards Beelzebumon, then lashes the broken chain out to wrap arounbd the Demon Lord's arm to pull him to safety as the ground erupts in a rising explosion behind him, before skipping across the ground as he lets go of the chain and coming to a stop.      Then slowly he gets up and lets out a whistle as he views the huge crater not twenty feet from where he stands.      "Now that is one big hole."      Then with a kick of his leg, he hops the Berenjena Shotgun from it's holster strapped to his leg and catches the weapon in one hand, "'Fraid I can't cause anywhere near that kind of destruction, but what I lack in power, I make up in precision."      Then he levels the weapon at the distant Vegeta and squeezes the trigger.      "Bang." 

:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' "You actually outran that. I'm impressed..." But Vegeta doesn't see the attack coming, and it's especially difficult because Beelzebumon's attacks can't be -sensed- in the way that he's used to. It hits him directly in the chest, burning through his armor and leaving a huge gash in his chest, slamming him into -another- boulder. He slides down to his feet, then raises a hand to touch his bloody chest. "Damn, not sure how much longer I can go at this rate... But I suppose you -are- some kind of demon. Rarely to I fight someone with more experience than myself, with the power to match it." He holds up his index, middle finger, and thumb, aiming them at Beelzebumon. "Of course, you're missing one very important thing. What you lack in power, I more than make up for in both power -and- precision." That's when a concentrated bolt of energy fires from his fingers with almost bullet-like speed, far more energy than it actually looks like. Power equivalent to a much larger attack all meant to hit the narrow target of the digimon's abdomen. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      The blast sails forth, and Beelzebumon barely jerks as it strikes. Behind him, a rocky pillar stands silently, then cracks before crumbling to the ground, and a moment later, the Demon Lord coughs again as the ichor that comes from his mouth flickers into data particles. Slowly, he looks down to the still smoking, inch wide hole in his gut, before collapsing to one knee.      "... That... was a good rebuttle. Gotta hand it to ya Vegeta... that one... really hurt..."      He grimmages as he slowly tenses up, one hand clutching at his gut wound, "But... I ain't out of the running /yet/!"      Then with a sudden, mighty leap, he launches himself a good hundred feet into the air towards the Saiyan Prince, then pulls one of his arms back as his nails behind to glow with purple energy. Handing only a few feet in front of Vegeta, he rolls forward from the handing, then thrusts his one hand out, aiming dead center for his chest with the intent of impaling him on his arm.      "DARKNESS CLAW!" 

:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' Vegeta's chest is already dripping with blood, so when that claw thrusts in, he can feel the energy brushing against his heart. All he can do is hold Beelzebumon's wrist, standing there, bleeding. His eyes are wide, coughing up blood. Each beat of his heart brushes against the Digimon's claws. "Funny... this is actually more painful than it looks from the other side..." "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" His entire body lights up with energy, trying to hold Beelzebumon tight enough to not actually let him move. Then energy just starts flying out of him, releasing raw, unfocused power meant to consume the Digimon entirely. 

:'''{{#var:132|Beelzebumon (132)}} has posed:'''      "... Heh, an inch more to the left and I would have had ya..." Beelzebumon says with a grin, even as he feels Vegeta's grip tighten on his arm, preventing him from pulling free, "Funny how something as little as that can decide a battle..." Then he closes his eyes and braces himself as he feels power swelling up from Vegeta, and a moment later his body is buffeded by a concussive blast of raw ki that washes over him, tearing away at his skin and his clothes. His body starts to distort, like a corrupted video, blurring and warping.      Then suddenly, he is thrown back as he is unable to maintain his Ultimate Level form, glowing brightly as he sails through the air before devolving to his Impmon form as he crashes to the ground. 

:'''{{#var:663|Vegeta (663)}} has posed:''' "I remember you now. I remember you turning into this thing before. We fought a long time ago." Vegeta seems to finally remember as he walks up to Impmon and moves to lift him by the arm. "Well, you're not all talk..." he says as he forms a small energy shield around his chest, mostly to hold the blood in. "I'll drop you off somewhere, then I need to get back into the tank..." 

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