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

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Beelzebumon vs Dukemon, Round 3! ... Or 4. Maybe 5
Date of Scene: 13 May 2015
Location: Cyberspace Perimeter
Synopsis: Sometimes you just gotta keep hitting your head into that wall, until either it breaks, or you do...
Cast of Characters: 132, Duke


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..."

Duke 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.

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."

Duke 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!"

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."

Duke 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!"

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.

Duke 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...

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.

Duke 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...

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.

Duke 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 <span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ hosen...
        cr">This could have been avoided...</span>
    'The orders are <span class=" fg_r bg_n ++ lear...
        cr">All of this could have been avoided.</span>

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.

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."

Duke 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.

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..."

Duke 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."

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?"

Duke 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...

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."