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Nox	Clearly someone wasn't intending to wait for Nathan Hall to process a "request" for "monitored access", because Nox is already here. A short distance from the crystal itself, he hovers a couple of feet above the dry, cracked ground, hands behind his back in his usual, businesslike posture. The casual robe is gone for his typical armour, including the bulky gauntlet on his left arm, but his attention seems to be entirely fixated on the massive viridian stone instead, staring up at its summit with what might be eagerness. The air thrums with the sound of little wings and strangely computerized whining and chirping, as several hundred drones the size of beetles flit around the battlefield, securing places and taking video feeds of the perimiter. All of them appear to be fully charged judging by the blue glow in each of their transparent abdomens.
Lyner Barsett	Nathan Hall did, however, authorize the mobilization of one Lyner Barsett to investigate the situation. The rest of the Union forces were ordered to clear the way while he made contact with the specified target. Appearing from the port, the young man flashed into existence before opening his eyes, white cape billowing from the sudden rush.      "So this is Phase Rock..." He mumbled to himself quietly, looking about to take in his surroundings. He'd heard of the place, but this was the first time he'd actually been here in person. And of course it was to diffuse some sitution. Figures. Spotting the only figure in the area that hasn't cleared, Lyner assumed this he must have been the one speaking over the radio channel.      He stepped forward in approach, keeping himself unarmed and in a non-threatening, but firm posture. "Are you the one?" He asked clearly, managing a small smile all the while. "What exactly is the situation here? Something about energy?"
Megatron	Seems Nox isn't fighting solo here, as a massive portal opens up just outside Phase Rock's limits. The Decepticon flies out by himself in starship mode, before he turns up in the air in a spiralling manuever until suddenly his form shifts. COmpenents click and whir as wings and engines fold into storage, replaced by arms and legs.     Megatron converts quickly enough, fusion cannon on his arm and cocked for battle, as he lands in a wide area with the impact of a bomb. Crouched over in a three-point stance upon making landfall, Megatron rises slowly and with enough pomp to get people's attention. "All hail MEgatron." He growls loudly enough for all to know who's talking, before he glances at the boy challenging Nox.     He smirks, giving Nox a nod as he gestures. "Enjoy yourself, these Elites are far more of a workout than one might expect."
Beelzebumon	Waves lap at the beaches of the island, giving an almost idealistic view of the ocean, with the clear blue sky overhead, empty save for a few puffy white clouds hanging in the air. One might even say it were picturesque.      If it weren't for the Clockwork Man standing in front of a giant crystal with hundreds of little beetle-like drones scampering about.      Still barring that, the scene looks breathtakingly beautiful... but beneath those calm waves lies a terror... a terror from THE DEEP.      DUN DUN DUN!      The water's surface ripples before breaking as a head slowly rises up out of the ocean, with bloody red eyes. The rest of the figure is coated in thick strands of plantlife as it slowly emerges from the water atop some unholy undersea beast. And as this hellish figure strides onto the island atop it's monstrosity, it stands up and dismounts.      And then promptly coughs as the figure tears off the seaweed covering it's body, revealing itself to be none other than Beelzebumon, "Pffleeh, I think I may have swallowed an eel while we were down there."      Behemoth does a quick donut to fling all the aquatic plantlife off, then lets out a snarl from it's engine.      "Hey, it's not MY fault we drove through all that seaweed! I couldn't see shit down there!"      And in case you're wondering, yes, Beelzebumon did in fact drive all the way here. On his bike. Underwater. Through the ocean.
Nox	Nox turns his head towards Lyner with a juddering little snap, affecting the movements of old clockwork rather than natural human motion. Hands still inoffensively behind his back he begins to float sedately towards the boy standing across from him, stopping ten or so meters away. "The one called Nox? Yes, I am. I require the use of this particular nexus of energy to restore power to my facilities. Oh it is quite powerful. It wont take very long. Much quicker than harvesting the countryside for a few thousand miserable trees." He alternates between hurried tones and long emphasis, sounding impatient and grandiloquent at the same time. "Then I assume you are the one from the Union sent to stop me from doing so, correct? As if such a thing were even possible. If you really insist on fighting me, I think I shall simply make this place mine and stay here for as long as I want. Your superiors will have nobody to blame but themselves for making this particular gamble."     Suddenly, he throws his arms out wide with another mechanical click, then up into the air with yet another, upon which an incandescent bolt of cerulean lightning issues from the clear blue sky, striking the crystal dead on. The ground around it begins to glow in tones of amber gold, coalescing into a magic circle drawn by faint ribbons of light. Evenly spaced around the permiter of the island, coruscating glyphs have burned themselves into the ground, each emblazoned with a roman numeral from I to XII. Someone has already prepared the battlefield to their liking. "Go ahead then. Let's see what you can do, young man. Ahahaha!"
Lyner Barsett	"......."      Lyner stared, taking in Nox's movements and manner of speech. And then he turned his eyes aside, taking note of the transforming machine calling himself 'Megatron'. ...And then his gaze slowly slid over to the appearance of the monster from the deep-oh wait. No, that's just seaweed. ...Hrm. "It suddenly became a party here, huh?"      He turned his attention back to Nox, frowning at his overall plan. "...And I'm going to guess that all of this energy isn't going to go towards a cause that's beneficial to all people?" The mention of taking energy from thousands of trees hardly sits right with the man. Alarm bells were ringing in his head as the clockwork entity suddenly caused a bolt of energy to strike the crystal, followed by romal numerals spreading themselves about.      "As a member of the Union, I can't just let you take what you want, given it's obviously shady purposes!" He threw his cape back, revealing a compressed sword sheath slung behind his waist. A click of a button on the side and it expanded, allowing him to grab the handle and pull it free. "Fine then, I'll show you exactly what I can do!"      That said, the blonde knight reared back with his blade, runes glowing along the surface as he then swung the sword through the air, producing a forceful current of air to crash headlong into Nox directly.
Megatron	Megatron was content to watch as Nox and Lyner brawled, but then there's THIS ASSHOLE that shows up.     He recognizes Beelzebumon from an earlier bout in the forests, even if they never crossed blades as it were. That said, the digimon is still a huge threat, and knowing him, he'd just show up to cause havoc on both sides of the fight.     So Megatron opts to intervene, if only to even the odds two-on-two. He produces a shard of glowing purple crystal, before he does the unexpected.     He stabs himself with the shard. It fuels his body with eldricht powers, his optics going from red to purple and glowing with unearthly hatred. Megatron roars with pain and fury as he feels the power boost take effect, and he stares right at Beelzebumon with narrowed optics. "Alright then, SHOW ME YOUR STRENGTH!"     He makes a break towards Beelzebumon, fusion cannon raised and charged, before taking a shot at the biker demonmon.
Nox	"Shady? Ahahaha! That would be how one of you would think of it! No young man, my objective couldn't possibly be more noble, or more grand in scale. You'll look back on this day after my great success and feel like an idiot for ever opposing me! But no matter, you'll learn in time!" In the middle of his dialogue, Nox is caught head on by the rush of wind, perhaps expecting Lyner to actually rush at him with the sword. There is a resounding CLANG as it hits his breastplate, hurling him head over heels backwards twice the distance he initially was at. Righting himself in midair, he throws his arms out to either side again, arresting his momentum with jarring suddenness, still a foot above the ground.     "Ahaha! You're a swift one! I absolutely didn't expect that! So to rectify this, I'll give you something to calm down." Lowering one of his arms, he points a hand in Lyner's direction, making no move to advance as a glowing blue aperture opens up in his palm, letting loose a subsonic pulse of energy that causes the air to ripple and shake. As the wave subsides, nothing seems to have actually happened, however when Lyner makes his next move, he will immediately find every motion taking an inordinate amount of time, like trying to run underwater. There doesn't seem to be any real pressure. It /must/ be time magic.
Beelzebumon	With one last flick, Beelzebumon removes the last of the seaweed from his body, before tilting his head to one side as though he were trying to empty something out of his ear, then giving his skull a few thumps, "Next time, we're renting ourselves a speedboat and sailing here." Then after a few more taps, he straightens back up again and turns to Megatron, "Oh hey, if it isn't everyone's favorite robotic despot. Pretty rock you got there."      Then Beelzebumon flinches a bit when Megs jabs himself in the chest with the shard, "Ya know, that stuff can't be good for your health. Might wanna see a doctor about your crippling addiction before you end up with robo-cancer."      Then as the shot rings out, the Demon Lord lunges to the side, while his dameonic bike tears off in the other mere moments before the blast tears a new crater in the earth where they once stood, "Woah! You don't waste any time!" His hands whip out to grab the Berenjena Shotguns from their holster, then unloads two blasts from the hell-infused weapons.
Megatron	The shotgun blasts strike Megatron in the chest, both impacts giving a nasty crack in the Decepticon's armor. He lets out a grunt as he realizes his shot went wide and away from Beelz, the demon biker evading it with ease. "Whatever I suffer, yours will be tenfold!" He counters, shaking off the ache from those shots as he continues to run towards Beelzebumon with intent.     He lashes out at Beelz with a furious punching blow at the biker, striking down at him with the impact of several pile drivers at the side of his head, before he follows it up with a double-jab to Beelz's face.     Dark Energon fuels his blows, making him hit harder, run faster, jump higher, all that jazz. He's pretty much hopped up on Cybertronian steroids to a degree that would make Synth-En look pitiful by comparison. Even then, Megatron was no small threat before.
Beelzebumon	When someone over three times your sze wants to punch you with hands as big as your chest, you tend to take it pretty seriously. Well, if your name isn't Beelzebumon anyway. He doesn't really treat anything seriously, being a combat junkie out for his next high all the time.      With a smirk ever present on his face, he dances past the first flurry of blows, but find he can't get around the follow up nearly so neatly, so he throws up his arms to absorb the impact and staggers back, before taking the next punch full on in the face and upper torso with enough force to send him sailing back.      WIth a heavy thump, he bounces across the ground once, but recovers before the second impact and skids to a stop before rubbing his jaw, "Fuck man, that felt like getting hit in the face with a locomotive, but on that subject..." Then he crouches down almost ferally as he holsters his shotguns, before launching forth towards the Decepticon leader at high speeds.      At the last second though, he leaps straight up into the air and inverts to deliver a flying mulekick right to the underside of Megatron's chin before backflipping away, "HERE COMES THE PAIN TRAIN! CHOO CHOO!"
Lyner Barsett	"Noble? Grand? I feel like I've heard this speech sometime before. In another time...in another place, but from a different face." He narrowed his eyes as Noz recovered from his wind blast, still hovering in the air in a creepy manner. It didn't help that all those tiny drones were milling about, seemingly recording the whole thing. What was up with that?      At Nox's mention of something to calm down, Lyner immediate takes a defensive stand, his blade ready to block anything that came his way. But....nothing happened? "Huh...?" He blinked slowly a few times, lowering his stance briefly. "...What was that?" The young man mumbled to himself for a moment. Given the urgency of the situation, there was no time to ponder. Breaking out into a run, Lyner gripped his blade as runes began to glow along it once more. ".....?"      Somehow....somehow, his movements were off. He felt sluggish. Slow. Not nearly enough to ruin his game entirely, but...something was definitely off in a subtle, nagging way that just bothered him. "Haaaaaaaaah!" But without dwelling on the matter, he leapt foward, launching himself off the ground and towards Nox, sword crackling with electricity as he swung in a horizontal arc towards the floating man.
Nox	Nox really seems to be enjoying this. For some reason, it seems the man just can't stop himself from chuckling at the sight of an angry young man with a sword going after his head. Those circular, glowing eyes fix on Lyner as he lunges towards him at 75% speed, watching him intently as the lightning builds on his sword. Then, just as the blade would connect with him, so close that the crackling electricity arcs against the metal of his armour, Nox disappears in with an electrical *bzzip* and a flash of fuzzy blue static. The sword cleaves through empty air.     The xelor reappears right behind him, extending one hand again with a brief, building hum of charging capacitors. A bubble of violently compressed space explodes against Lyner's back, easily enough to propel him like a bullet into the water should it connect properly. Water has a habit of becoming hard as concrete when hit at high velocity. "And did you turn your nose up at that ideal as well? I can't tell whether you're a simpleton who can't comprehend the concept of breaking some eggs to make an omelette, or whether you simply had the misfortune to deal with an idiot who had no idea how to properly manage sacrifice for the greater good. Either way, you're very unfortunate to be here."
Megatron	"You seek fist to fist then? As you wish." Megatron grins, putting up his dukes as he lunges back into the fray with the biker. He begins to lash with a straight punch to Beelz before the biker flings himself towards the Decepticon, smashing into him with a flying kick that definitely gets his attention.     He lets out a grunt as he's knocked back a few steps. It's definitely a painful hit alright, but he doesn't let it stop him just yet. "Impressive, MOST impressive!" he cackles, actually excited by this if nothing else. "You would make a MAGNIFICENT Decepticon, certainly a worthy adversary in the pits of Kaon!"     And thne Megatron begins to get serious. He lunges towards the Digidemon once more, roaring with effort as he leaps towards Beelzebumon with his fist raised up high, coiled like a cobra about to strike. He punches at Beelz mid-air, Superman-style as the MMA circuit might refer to it as, aiming to clock him in the face once more with deadly impact.
Beelzebumon	The punch connects solidly, but to Beelzebumon's credit, he manages to stay on his feet even as he skids back a good five meters from the blow, before dropping his guard and spitting off to the side, "I'm honored, but I tried that whole joining thing before. Found that serving under someone else wasn't to my liking. Now then... how about we mix things up a bit..." And then he suddely leaps into the air--      -- And that exact moment, his daemonic motorcycle Behemoth comes vaulting through the air, crossing paths with the Demon Lord in mid leap. With practiced ease, Beelz grabs the handles of his bike and flips himself into the seat as the two slam into the ground and take off towards the Lord of the Decepitcons.      From a compartment in back of Behemoth, Beelzebumon pulls out a long chain with a wicked looking hook at the end, then begins to spin it around over his head before whipping it towards Megatron, seeking to entangle one of his legs. Then the chain goes taut and yanks hard on Megatron's ankle, seeking to pull him right off his feet.
Lyner Barsett	"Tch...!" Lyner cursed inwardly as his blade missed the mark just barely. What was going on here? He was faster than this usually! He realized too late that Nox had reappeared behind him, building up energy. ...Energy enough to blow him forward. And then into the water, impact feeling as if he'd just broken through stone, before he sunk under.      Silence fell. ....Lyner did not emerge. Did the Xelor win this bout? Was he free to see to his energy extraction as he pleased? It would seem s- "GAH!" And then suddenly, that same knight burst up from the surface of the water, comically coughing up his lungs. "Damn it! That actually hurt! If I didn't have my armor, I'd probably have broken a few bones!" ...THey say that idiots have thick skulls.      Climbing out of the water, Lyner glared at Nox and shook his head. "To answer your question; I didn't agree with their ideals. I thought they were wrong. No one should be sacrificed for this 'so-called' greater good!" And then he pointed towards the floating man.      "Besides, there's a huge difference between omelettes and people!" That proclamation out of the way, Lyner...remained where he was. He raised his sword, gripping it with both hands as lightning gathered along the surface. And then he thrust forward, emitting a series of forward firing lightning bolts that lanced right towards Nox. "Let's try this!"
Nox	"Oho. Still conscious are we? Most impressive. You're built more sturdily than you look. Unfortunately, you're also just as immature. Once I'm done nothing that ever happened to make it possible will matter any more. I apologize for not being able to disclose the full nature of my intentions to you, but you can look at the results from the afterlife and be satisfied that they were right." Being made out of metal has certain effects with lightning bolts. The moment Lyner fires, Nox is out of the way again, leaving only that momentary doppleganger in his place. Reappearing only slightly to the side of the lightning's path however, the last bolt forks towards him just enough to catch him unaware, striking directly against his chestplate and flinging him directly into the giant crystal with a nasty crunch, leaving behind a billowing trail of smoke.     The little sound like a short circuit a few moments later announces Nox extricating himself from the crater, apparently teleporting absolutely everywhere instead of real movement. His armour is blackened and scorched from the hit, but he must be built out of something very sturdy to not be completely incapacitated by that much force. The shielding on his mask's lenses lowers into a semblance of angry eyelids, odd, but yet perfectly expressive. "Unfortunately, you've proven yourself dangerous. That means I can be a little less restrained with you. Don't cry if you get hurt." A series of clicks and clacks like shifting gears follow the movement of his hands gesturing at odd angles before clapping his palms together with a flash of blue sparks. Instantly, the area directly around Lyner detonates as if a hundred pounds of TNT were settled right beneath his feet; raising a colossal tower of white hot flame. "Air breaks down into plasma at a threshold of one megajoule per cubic centimeter. Using time magic to accelerate particle vibration without altering its personal flow has some interesting results, don't you think? Ahahahaha!"
Megatron	"Then you'll be honored with a glorious death, bandit." Megatron grins ferally, preparing to intercept Beelzebumon in mid-air before he's distracted by the motorcycle's return to the fight. "Eh?" He almost stares in confusion for a moment before it hits him. Beelz is too fast for the Decepticon to react, the chain knocking him right off his feet with a semi-comical pratfall. He leaves a serious dent in the ground as he lands, grunting as he reaces the chain is probably still wrapped around his leg.     "Ragh!" He switches cannon for blade, and he extends it with a slashing motion to free himself from the chain, attempting to cut it clean off his leg. Should it be successful, Megatron finds himself scratched badly from being dragged across the earth. OW.     So he opts to hit Beelz from the skies, transforming into ship-mode and taking off with a blast of the engines, flying at mach 1 through the skies before he descends upon Beelzebumon. Cannons charged, the Decepticon begins to fire upon his moving target with a well-aimed blast.
Beelzebumon	The chain whips back as it's sliced away and Beelzebumon quickly reels it back in before it gets caught on the terrain, "HEY! I liked that chain..." Then with a loud sigh, he tosses it aside and grabs the handles of Behemoth as Megatron takes to the sky, "Uh oh! Bogey at six o'clock high!"      At the last second before he gets blasted, Beelzebumon whips his bike around and does a wicked skid, narrowly evading the explosion that rips forth as the cannon shit tears into the ground.      From there, Beelzebumon starts swerving and weaving, making himself as difficult a target to hit as possible as he draws forth one of his shotguns from it's holster and twists around. He closes one eye and bites down on his tongue as he focuses, aiming behind him and lining up a shot... then with a squeeze of the trigger, he unleashes a single slug with deadeye accuracy at the pursuing Decepticon.
Lyner Barsett	Lyner didn't celebrate his direct hit. No, he wasn't the type to praise violence. He just stared silently, waiting to see the result with a fairly calm expression, belying his earlier idiocy. "....." And as Nox rose back up, mask looking oddly angry, he lowered his blade from the thrusting stance, gripping it at his side. "I don't try to be dangerous, but you're not giving me much of a choice here." He stated in a determined tone.      "If you can't tell me what this grand plan of yours is, then how can you expect me to agree with what you want? You've got to give before you can take! The problem here is that you just want to take!" Raising the white sword parallel with the side of his head in a ready stance, he went on. "And that's why I'll stop you!"      The immediate following detonation of the area gave the knight a moment of surprise, but it wasn't a moment after that he leapt into the air, propelled by the force of the explosion and arced directly towards the odd man with his clock-like movements. The rising heat from the flaming pillar certainly burned his back and cape, but he endured to give himself an opportunity to strike.      And strike he did.      Flipping forward once, Lyner used the falling momentum to come down hard with a heavy downward slash, aiming to hack into Nox's chest and armor. "It's interesting, sure! But I'm not going to just stand here and let you set me on fire!"
Nox	"The nature of my work means that telling every pipsqueak I meet about it would be damaging to its overall success. Of course, I don't care whether you believe me. Your trust isn't a necessary component of my plans. All I require you to do is sit down and stay still while I harvest this oversized rock!" At the sight of Lyner flying from the explosion like a bat out of hell, Nox raises a fist to his chest; a disc of shining blue energy springing to life over his forearm, covered in clockwork imagery etched in white. He meets the plunging slash with the shield, connecting with a shower of cyan sparks, absorbing most of the blow, but being just off center enough that the sword slides off its rounded edge and slashes straight through his damaged chestplate, carving into the thick steel and spraying out droplets of teal liquid. The wound in Nox's side seems to go absolutely nowhere, only glowing with the same light as his eyes.     "Now you've done it kiddo." His 'eyes' narrow further, down to incandescent slits. Fizzling from the spot, he rematerializes right in front of Lyner this time, and rather than another spell, he swings his fist instead. Despite the fact this man is ostensibly a mage, his punch comes with an absolutely bonebreaking amount of force, enough to launch someone high into the air. Telporting again, he comes out from behind his opponent and swings another, and then again, and again. Whether or not he has to intercept the boy mid-air, Nox has gone from attempting to casually blow him up from a distance, to a serious, violent beatdown.
Megatron	Megatron feels a massive slug catch him in the side, his plating withstanding the hit enough to make it a mostly cosmetic wound while it tears through a layer of metal plates. He grunts a little, still capable of feeling pain in this form, and he begins to press the assault.     Moving low across the ground, Megatron begins to take hot pursuit at the bike. Adjusting output of his cannons and all that boring shit, he takes aim with his primary cannon.     It's very much like that movie with the space conflicts and stuff, with how Megatron focuses his aim, "I have you now." and the reference is complete.     He takes the shot.
Beelzebumon	With a bit of a smirk on his face, Beelzebumon stows his shotgun away once more and grips the handlebars of his bike tightly, glancing behind him, "That's right... follow the leader big guy, you know you want it..."      Seconds pass as Megatron lines up his shot, but in the instant he fires, Beelzebumon suddenly skids sideways and hits the brakes, coming to a deadstop as the cannon blast rips into the ground a mere three meters in front of him.      Then with a surge of his legs, Beelzebumon leaps up and latches onto Megatron's undercarrage as he hurtles overhead, before drawing back his hand, "Let's see how soft your underbelly is!"      And with that, he plunges his daemonic claws up into Megatron's underside.
Megatron	Megatron seems to see that coming at last, and he speeds off in front of Beelz as he converts once more, landing on his two feet in front of the biker. Instead of evade, Megatron charges towards the biker with feral glee that's not been seen since his Kaon days, eviscerating his latest enemy for the crowd's glee.     He'll settle for the satisfaction punching this guy's face in will bring for now, as he grabs onto Behemouth and spins, using the accumulated force to toss the demon biker through the skies once he lets go.     Taking out his fusion cannon once more, Megatron fires upon Beelzebumon like he were shooting at skeet.
Lyner Barsett	"And I'm not going to just sit here and let you do that!" Lyner retorted, struggling against Nox's shield for a few moments, until he slid off, cleaving into the armor and landing. ".....What the-?" He intoned vaguely in incredulity, seeing as the man's wound seemed to lead...nowhere in particular. Too creepy! The blonde knight stood and doubled back to create space.      Or at least that was the intention before he found his opponent right in front of him anyway. The punch was swift. And powerful. More powerful than he would have given the odd man credit for, judging by appearances. "Kuh-!" He was launched up into the air, and then another blow came from behind. "Gah!" And it went on and on, only stopped when Lyner was hurtled into the ground, rolling a ways and skidding to a stop just before the water.      "..........." It almost seemed like he was unconscious, but again, the young man stubbornly refused to just lay down. Clenching his free hand into a fist, he gathered dirt into his hand in the process before beginning to stand shakily, sword stabbed into the ground for support. "N-Not bad...I would have taken you for someone who'd just sit back and blow things up...safely from a distance."      Grinning despite the pain wracking his body, Lyner pulled his weapon out of the ground, the surface glowing with white runes. "But I'm not...finished just yet!" He took a step forward...and then he was gone. It wasn't teleportation. The telltale lightning crackling along the ground may have been a clue as to his method. He reappeared right in front of Nox, gaining air as he held his blade upwards. "Time for payback! Haaaaaah!"      What followed was a heavy combo of sword strikes. One horizontal slash, a vertcial uppercut, downwards after that, a thrust, and then he tucked into a lightning charged rising uppercut.      "Take this!"
Beelzebumon	"FUCK--" Beelzebumon yells out as Megatron proves to be a wiley opponent, seeing through his gamble and countering it neatly with a toss and blast, with Beelzebumon finally feeling the raw power of that fusion cannon as he's blown out of the sky and sent hurtling halfway across the island only to crash down with a loud thud.      "Ugh, god damn, that one fucking /hurt/..."      With a groan, Beelzebumon gets to his feet and unholsters his shotguns once more, then takes a moment to look around, gauging distance, wind direction, angles, and obstructions...      Then with a spin, he twirls around and unleashes a quartet of shots in seemingly random directions.      Each slug sails through the air and begins to skip off rocks, hills, cliff faces, and even the massive crystal that is the core feature of the island before simultaniously intersecting in one spot from four seperate directions. And that one spot happens to be right where Megatron is standing.
Megatron	Megatron observes Beelzebumon curiously as he takes the shots, each projectile bouncing off each other and the hills for a moment before it hits him. He makes a move to evade the attack, before he's riddled in all four slugs, each striking him like a warhammer individually with several nasty wounds across his metallic body.     Dark Energon leaks out from the wounds, leaving festering, acidlike piles of steaming liquid that seem to corrupt the very ground itself. Given the venue of this fight, this is a VERY BAD THING for all involved.     Not that Megatron cares, not at the moment anyways. He lets out a ragged chuckle as he takes advantage of the window reloading gives him, unsheathing his blade as he runs towards Beelz at high speeds. He strikes out at the biker 'mon with a punch that's augmented by the fact he's got a friggin HUGE ASS BLADE ON HIS ARM, that strikes to impale Beelzebumon through the chest, gutting him messily.
Nox	"One can't help but pick up things here and there after getting into enough fights. Ahehehe." Nox may just enjoy the act of fighting itself. Nothing like the adrenaline junky fighting Megatron the island over, but he doesn't seem nearly angry or begrudging enough about being interfered with for him to not being enjoying this. "Of course. I've gotten a good idea of your power. Being finished already isn't what I would expect of you!" With that exclamation, Nox reaches out to his side, grasping at thin air, only for a handle of some kind to appear in his hand with a flash of light. The light sweeps away from him, materializing interlocking spokes like gear wheels that enmesh together to form a long, straight blade, and then a flared point like the end of a clock hand. The object is clearly a sword, because as Lyner goes for the kill, Nox flicks it up in the way and deflects his blow with the shimmering ring of steel on steel.     Adapting a much more active pose, the xelor engages his knightly opponent in melee combat, parrying and striking back and forth with surprising skill, enthusiastic laughter interspersing the usual sounds of exertion. "Ahahaha! Incredible! I haven't fought like this in years! You really are something!" The final blow in Lyner's string of attacks hits its mark; the lightning branching into writhing arcs over the xelor's armour plating from the impact, drawing scorched lines over the steel, starting to crack from the heat. A muffled snarl of pain is cut off by another fizzle of static, but rather than predictably teleporting right behind Lyner, Nox reappears in exactly the same place, letting his opponent's blow follow all the way through, and reprising before he can pull his sword back. A swift pommel strike goes to Lyner's stomach, followed by a powerful, rounding slash straight across his chest, aimed right between the ribs with freakish precision.
Beelzebumon	Once more the shotguns are reholstered as Beelzebumon braces himself for the charge to come, but even he didn't expect the charge to be so fast or furious. As such, he barely has time to throw himself sideways to avoid being skewered on the end of Megatron's blade.      Yet even as he leaps away, one can see a very deep tear in the side of his abdomen, though there is no blood to speak of. Instead, what looks like fragments of light (actually data) leak out of the wound and evaporate in the air.      Pressing on despite his injuries, the Demon Lord leaps up and backflips towards a cliff face, then plants his feet firmly into it as he coils up and twists like a spring, before suddenly launching off with both arms extended, spinning like a drill with a purple glow covering his hands.      "DARKNESS CLAW!"
Lyner Barsett	"You're actually having fun with this!?" Lyner shot back even more incredulously. But wow, this man had no shortage of surprises. Magic, fire, floating, explosive punching power, and now swords. "What else have you got up your sleeve anyway!?"      All this in mind, it wasn't the worst thing the knight had faced. But it was pretty up there! Where he came from, there were only a handful of people at his level of sword skill. This was....certainly something new. He might have decried Nox's enjoyment of the fight, but truth be told...he might have been having a bit of fun himself.      He didn't have time to prepare as the pommel made contact with his stomach, driving him back. The first slash cleaved into his armor after, leaving a deep crevice and drawing a bit of blood down his chest. The second slash, Lyner was prepared for, parrying hastily with his own sword. "Tch...! You're good..." But no way was he going to give up now. He still had plenty fight left in him.      Changing his tactics, the blonde knight reached over to his shoulder pauldron, unsheathing a dagger that was situated there, gripping it in reverse. "Let's try something else then!" And then he dove back into the fray, both blades glowing white as he lashed out with a dual strike, the first being an upwards slash from the dagger, which he then followed up with a backhanded smash from his main weapon.
Megatron	Data. This is a curious thing indeed. Megatron begins to rip his blade free before Beelz flips away, and he begins to brace himself to defend from whatever attack comes next. The claw hits him damned hard, knocking the 'wind' out of Megatron so to speak as he stumbles back a bit, his inner circuitry sparking as he coughs up a nasty amount of Dark Energon and mech fluid. Big problem with touching Dark Energon is that it's very corrosive, so Beelz will find himself in a sizzling situation as his fist is burnt from the liquids.     Megatron smirks, before he grabs Beelzebumon by the shoulder and pulls him close suddenly with a headbutt, smashing him directly in the head as he begins to rip Beelz' arms free of his chest cavity.     The wound leaks out a worrying amount of Dark Energon from Megatron's insides, and he takes a moment to steady himself. "...hhnn...this is definitely a sensation I've not felt in a LONG time...you certainly are no mere weakling with delusions, Beelzebumon." Megatron concdes at last, smirking toothily.
Nox	"Why not?! You can't go two hundred years without learning to enjoy yourself! Aha/haaa/!" The laughter is getting more than a little bit maniacal by now, but Nox shows no signs of relenting. It's been ages since an opponent of worth has stepped up to challenge him personally, and for once, not having the drones do it for him is a refreshing change. He flicks the blood from Zenith over the ground with a casual flourish, leaning forward (still in mid-air) as he readies himself for Lyner's counter attack. His mask watches dispassionately as he draws the second weapon, but dual blade fighting is something of a novelty to Nox, and he can't help but be excited. The blistering rush is met with another clash of steel as he takes the dagger directly on his crossguard, but the abuse his body has been taking is starting to show, and his jilting, clock-like motions aren't fast enough to intercept the backhand strike as well sent sailing backwards with a grunt of surprise and finally tumbling to the ground, if only briefly.     Slowly rising up off the floor, Nox lets his sword arm fall, lifting his gauntleted left hand up above his shoulder as if signalling someone behind him. "I'll make sure to file a thorough report on this later once dismantled you. Every little detail. Hoohoo! You're more than worth the expenditure of energy!" The constant buzzing in the background, having faded from awareness due to the pressing nature of the fight, suddenly comes back louder than ever; the swarm of noxines converving from their places around the island and towards the knight. "However, I would like a moment to open my logs. My little noxines will keep you entertained!" The first bug to get close to Lyner suddenly flares into a bright blue ball of searing light, letting loose a deafening thrum as it expands to the size of a baseball, and then detonates like a hundred pound bomb; releasing a rippling explosion of raw energy that shatters the ground and glasses the sandy dirty beneath it. Every other drone behind it attempts the same, buzzing after Lyner as a swarm, daisy chaining their explosions together to try and surround him in a wall of cerulean fireballs.
Beelzebumon	The impact of Megatron's skull against Beelzebumon rocks the Demon Lord hard, snapping his head back and dazing the Digimon for a brief moment, during which time the lord of the Decepticons starts to pull on his arms, threatening to rip them from their sockets at any moment. Beelzebumon grits his teeth and widens his eyes as he tries to keep from screaming out.      Then suddenly out of nowhere, the roar of an engine can be heard as Behemoth comes hurtling once more out of the blue, crashing into Megatron's hand with enough force to loosen his grip for the brief moment Beelzebumon needs.      Yanking his arms free, the Demon Lord flips around and lands on the top of Megatron's cannon arm, then lunges directly at the tyrant's face and thrusts forth with his claw with all the strength he can muster.      Directly at one of Megatron's optics.
Lyner Barsett	"Wait--what?" Lyner asked, arching a brow at the sheer ridiculousness of what he'd just heard. "Dismantled? How the heck do you dismantle a person? We're all squishy inside, I don't think that kind of thing works on people you know!" Typical Lyner. The mention of noxines, gave the young man pause. And then he noticed the tiny drones scuttling his way. "Hah? And what's this thing supposed to--WHOA!" Lyner was gone. Like a back out of hell, Lyner comically ran about the battlefield, aviding the drones and their explosive suicide attacks. "This is not fuuuuuuuuuunny!" He called out to Nox while busy scrambling about. Once the whole ordeal seemed to end, with Lyner somehow managing to avoid being turned into charcoal, he slowed down to a stop and panted, catching his breath.      "Seriously, are you trying to blow me up!?"      Pause.      "Don't answer that question!" And with a deep sigh, the knight regained his combat composure, leveling his weapon at his opponent once more. "Now where were we? Oh right, Stopping you from extracting energy!" Reaffirming the point of this scuffle, Lyner kept his distance once more, breaking out into a run.      But instead of attacking directly like he had been, he leapt into the air, aided by wind energy. As he sailed through the air, his sword glowed with white runes and he raised it high. Lighting formed along the surface, and then he swung downward, firing a single bolt of lightning down towards Nox.
Megatron	WELP.     That's an optic gone. Not damaged, /gone./ Megatron howls in pain as he feels that claw take out an optic. It's nasty, and he definitely isn't too pleased by it. "GAGGH! I'm going to CRUSH YOU!" He roars, clutching his wounded face before he suddenly bum rushes Beelzebumon, smashing him to the ground as he pins the digi-demon.     His fist coils back, Dark Energon spurting out from the damaged cavity. Using his other hand to grab Beelz by the throat, Megatron squeezes before he punches at the biker with a jack-hammer's impact.     It hits hard enough to leave a crater behind, and Beelz will probably be hard pressed to tank this one without a wicked headache afterwards at the least.
Beelzebumon	There is a sickening thud as the fist comes down hard enough to crater the earth, with Beelzebumon laying there broken in the center of it. Then his form starts to pixellate and derezz before his body is engulfed in light.      A moment later, the glowing form shrinks down into a much smaller one as Beelzebumon de-evolves down to his base rookie form of Impmon.      With a weak cough, he grins, "I think... I have officially been crush..." *cough*      Then once more Behemoth wheels around and roars by, with the tiny Impmon snatching one of the bike's footpedals as he gets dragged to the safety of the sea.
Nox	Not funny? Oh but Nox certainly doesn't think so. In fact, he's having a hell of a time; full on cackling at the sight of Lyner running around followed by a swarm of self-destructive kamikaze drones. Pointedly, he seems to be sitting over one of the hour-cell runes on the ground; previously nearly invisible, but now starting to glow brightly. In fact, if one looks at their positions, Nox has been moving to them /exclusively/ throughout the fight, going nowhere else except when knocked back. At the IX numeral, he seems to be powering up something or other, because it's blazing like a beacon compared to all the other ones. Looking up at the boy sailing overhead, he sighs out the end of his laughing spree. "You have yet to cease amazing me. The youth of the multiverse are so much more impressive than back home. It almost makes me jealous."     The bolt of lightning strikes down on Nox's position with a thunderous peal, shattering the earth the rune was engraved onto and defacing it beyond recognition, leaving little but a scorched crater behind. Nox himself however, seems to have escaped with that problematic rapid teleportation ability of his, *zzzwip*-ing into existence right below the young knight all the way up in the air, and then driving into his gut with a full-body uppercut. Assuming his fist connects, there is the strange, hushed sort of pulsing noise, accompanied by concentrical waves of blue energy. The effect is to explosively propel his target at a vastly accelerated speed, using temporal manipulation to make sure his landing impact will be just as painful as the launch.
Lyner Barsett	"Hah!?"      Welp, that totally missed. He kind of wished he could just teleport whenever he wanted now. But nope. Nope, he couldn't. All he could do was-PFFFT. All the air was knocked out of Lyner when Nox's fist connected with him. "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....!" And off he went. Sailing high up into the air....and then descending....descending....FWAM.      There was a crater and a dust cloud where Lyner had landed, the knight squarely in the center and twitching a bit. "..........Ow." He groaned audibly, dragging himself up to his feet and plodding out of the crater with his sword as support. "Okay, this is getting ridiculous! You have a ton of magic power, can teleport all over the place, and you command an army of robot drones!" Comically, he pointed at Nox as he made his claims, expression one of pure, indiluted incredulity. "Why do you need to go draining power here again!? You seem to have plenty!"      Taking a deep breath, Lyner closed his eyes and calmed down. "Man....okay, okay, I'm supposed to be stopping you...." He took a glance around, frowning at that. "...Which I don't seem to be doing a very good job at, in retrospect." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly despite the situation. And then he gripped his sword again. "Well, nothing to dobut to finish this!"      Looking a fair bit more postive, despite the damage he'd taken, Lyner raised his sword to the sky, focusing his energy for once. The sky above began to rumble, as if a storm was brewing. Clouds gathered and lightning could faintly be spotted in those clouds. And then suddenly several bolts of lightning crackled forth from the sky, hurtling down to earth and making contact with the knight's sword. The weapon entirely absorbed the energy from the bolts, causing it to glow blue, taking on an aura that extended the range of the weapon dramatically.      "Here goes nothing! Haaaaaaaaaaaah!" And with his blade raised to the sky, Lyner swung it downwards, crashing it into the ground and creating an explosive wave of electrical energy that funneled towards Nox in the vague form of multiple dragon heads, maws open to devour him.
Nox	It seems Nox can't help but chuckle to himself at Lyner's little monologue, putting his hands behind his back again with an odd composure of contentment. "The power I need to gather here isn't for my own use, but for something much larger. I can't just operate Horologium off of my own reserves. In fact, I've already expended much more energy than I intended by fighting you. You should be proud of yourself for coming this far!" It's kind of odd to have the xelor actually complimenting his opponent still. Maybe he's absolutely confident he'll still win. Maybe he really just likes the guy on some level. Who knows. Instead, he seems to be enraptured by the sight of Lyner gathering his full power; the flickering glare of lightning bolts reflecting from his lenses as he stares up towards the heavens, going so far as to utter a quiet, metallic gasp. It's those eyes that can visualize the flow of energy going into the knight's sword, and those eyes that know exactly how much power is represented by those flashes of thunder.     Or perhaps, not all of it. As Lyner finally unleashes his attack, barreling down on Nox in a torrent of raging, crackling electricity, Nox remains completely motionless. Right at the last second, his outline fizzles with blue static . . . only to leave him in the exact same place as before. It seems he's abused his teleportation too much. His batteries are too low to transport him the distance he had attempted. He has only enough time for a "What-" before his is completely engulfed by a roaring storm, consumed entirely by the white hot blaze of draconiform lightning. By the time the attack subsides, flying out over the island and past the ocean's surface, Nox can be found in the bottom of a long, deep, trench in the ground; armour cracked and sparking and bandages frayed and tattered. A hairline fracture runs through his left eyeglass, which causes the steady glow to spark and sputter instead.     It is a dreadful moment when he begins to pick himself back up out of that crater. His whirring, stuttering movements indicate that there must have been a hell of a lot of internal damage, but he's not done just yet. His hand reaches for Zenith, embedded in the ground a short ways away from him when he had fallen, wresting it from the dirt with a grunt of exertion. Once again, he floats back up off his feet, looking down at Lyner from a respectful distance; tattered tabard fluttering in the wind. "That should be impossible. Where did you get that power from?" Something usually uttered by villains in hysterics comes from him in a low monotone. "I see now I've still misjudged you. You're far too dangerous to simply leave be. No, I think I'll be taking care of you once and for all now." He levels the sword towards Lyner, lifting from his side by ticking degrees until the point is aimed right between his eyes. Without a split second of warning, the tip of the sword blossoms into a roilimg conflagration of blue-white fire, and then explodes into a blistering surge of raw energy that bears down on the young knight like a comet from the heavens; issuing an ear-splitting, electronically distorted roar. The ensuing detonation kicks up a mushroom cloud of sand and ash, visible from way out into the ocean.
Lyner Barsett	"......."      After unleashing that massive burst of lightning energy, Lyner hunched over, sword halfway embedded into the ground as he caught his breath from the sudden spike of stamina used in the process. "Man....note to self; don't use that...so much..." All this lightning slinging was draining in the long run. Nox had magic reserves, but he wasn't exactly limitless either.      It took a few moments for him to recover enough to straighten up again. And when he did, he found Nox once again hovering in the air, looking much worse for the wear. "...Where? ...Let's just say that I...don't like to show off." He replied evenly, shaking his head even as the xelor pointed a blade down at him. ".....!" Adrenaline took over at this point. The moment even a glint of energy was seen on the tip of the blade, Lyner was on the move.      He dashed forward, aided by wind power as he ran under the trajectory of the blast. And then with his own weapon reared back, he leapt into the air. The force of the explosion taking place behind him was ample force needed to carry him upwards, meeting Nox head on.      "I don't think so!" He roared, lashing out with a heavy cross slash from both dagger and sword at once.
Nox	A faint "Tch." of annoyance is the only sound from Nox as Lyner runs straight out from under his beam instead of standing still and being vapourized like he was supposed to. He drops the sword, no longer having much use for it now that he's spent its internal reserves all on one attack as well; the blade spinning end over end before landing point down back in the dirt. Instead, as Lyner comes towards him, all full of sound and fury, Nox brings his arms out wide with one tick, his thumbs and index fingers together with another tick, and then locked with each other into the unmistakable sign of infinity with one last, definitive, tock. "Stop." Is the only word he utters, and a faint, spherical blue wave washing over the surroundings is all there is to see.     Everything does exactly that. From the cloud of ash in the distance, to the dirt and gravel still in the air from Lyner's jump, to the young knight himself, everything has come to a stop. Time halts completely, even for Megatron and Beelzebumon, and yet for some reason, all four of the elites present are keenly aware of it. The only one who can move however, is Nox. "Ahhhh, that was close. I admit, it might have been a mistake coming here only at 50% power. Had I been more patient and gathered a deeper reserve, I wouldn't be having this problem now would I." A translucent cyan aftertrail follows him as he floats over to Lyner's side, sidestepping the attack yet to resume itself. "Of course, I wouldn't dare blame everything on my poor planning. If I had known you would be this dangerous, I wouldn't have engaged you to begin with. I think I'll enjoy finding out what makes you tick." Without any way to stop him, Nox levels his palm at Lyner from above; circuits whining and motes flying as his palm charges up another blast. The ensuing release is strange; only firing halfway before it too stops in time; just enough to make contact with Lyner, but also just before it would hurt him, giving the illusion of the frozen bolt only bumping him gently. Hovering away, Nox turns his back, and lets time resume with the thunderous roar of a million sounds returning at once.
Lyner Barsett	And just when he thought that the tricks had run out, Lyner found himself stopped. Literally. Time seemed to be frozen? Or not? He couldn't tell. All he could make out was that he couldn't move. At all. "........" He would have said something, but he couldn't even talk. It was a wonder he could even think.      And then he fired a blast, that stopped just short of hitting him. ...That wasn't good. Lyner could do nothing but stare facefirst at the ball of energy just waiting to explode in his face.      And then time resumed.      "Gaaaahhh!" Fwoosh. Velocity returned in full force, sending Lyner sailing back down to the ground. He crashed into the earth, but tucked back into a roll, gathering himself again quickly. "...You just have a limitless bag of tricks, don't you?" You asked, seemingly rhetorically as he didn't wait for an answer. Without further ado, he crouched low, gathering wind energy into his feet, and then he leapt.      With speed increased, Lyner bore down upon Nox with a flurry of slashes from both sword and dagger, not even bothering with lightning this time, just pure physical prowess. Whether or not that would do the trick, or if he just couldn't drum up anymore electricity, was anyone's guess.
Nox	Floating back down to the ground, slowly gliding away from the crater, it seems Nox is entirely confident this battle is won. He drifts towards the almighty Phase Rock itself, his heavy breathing audible from the reverb the mask creates. "By Xelor that was far too difficult. Next time I'll have to bring the puppets, or perhaps the Razortime. Now, let's see where this-" The sudden look over his shoulder, mask or not, perfectly conveys exactly what Nox seems to be thinking to Lyner. 'Oh you've got to be kidding me'     With his armour already failing from stress and damage, the young knights strikes break off shards of metal with every impact, showering the ground with steel sparks and drops of cerulean fluid one after the other; becoming a furious whirlwind of slashing blades. Without even a moment to reprise, it seems Nox might just fall to pieces under the onslaught, before finally, his outline waves and disperses, and he appears just a foot back from where he started. Just enough juice left for an incredibly short ranged teleport. Before Lyner can hit him /again/, he extends his hands toward Zenith, and it immediately becomes obvious what insurance he had taken when turning his back on the boy. The sword is point down on the XII numeral, channeling power from the giant crystal and going up into the blade to recharge it. This time, the blue wave comes from the sword instead, freezing Lyner once again. Nox takes the time to pull his helmet back on straight; his neck sticking for a moment before he can stop staring at an angle.     "That's quite enough!" He shouts, clearly losing his temper. "If you've still got this much life left in you, then I'll have to make sure every last bit of it is gone before I can get any work done!" This time he doesn't just fire one shot and leave Lyner to it. Nox punches him across the face, and then just keeps going from there with extreme prejudice. Helpless to do anything against it, Lyner might just have to stand there and suffer the rain of blows until he passes out. Unless . . .
Lyner Barsett	Blow after blow, Lyner could feel pain exploding in his face, but...      ...He wasn't down yet.      Despite being frozen, Lyner's body began to gather electricity, crackling along his legs and traveling upward in erratic motions. The next blow that Nox threw, he would find it suddenly hitting...nothing?      Lyner was gone. He was just...not there. Where was he?      Above.      Propelled by lightning and wind, Lyner had since sheathed his dagger, gripping his main sword with both hands. "No. I think THIS is quite enough!" His sword and body became enveloped in a surge of lightning, looking like a dragon had consumed him. "Haaaaaaaaah! Take this!"      And then he sailed downward, blade brought down to bear with full force, using the power of wind to boost his descent, and the power of lightning, which had taken the form of the dragon's head, to devour the xelor, to consume him in a veritable explosion of lightning.
Nox	Wailing on a kid stuck in time is kind of a dick move, but it seems Nox has worn out his patience and is beyond the point of caring. He stopped having fun at the point Lyner got up from that last spill. Finding himself swinging at empty air however, is a new one entirely. The xelor looks up just in time to see the young knight coming crashing down on him; surrounded by the wake of frozen air leaving a perfect vacuum behind him, and all he can utter is. "No! That's impossible! How-" Then the thunder hits. The ensuing KABOOM is enough that someone out on the ocean should probably be able to hear it. It's a miracle the island is still left intact afterwards. Nox however, seems to have finally had enough. The metallic, rasping coughing coming from the crater betrays that he is still alive, but it takes three attempts to teleport to a decent distance, and two attempts to pry his sword out of the dirt. "That was . . . interesting. This requires much further study. For the time being, I bid you adieu. Count yourself fortunate to have survived this long." A brief pause. "And I look forward to meeting you again! Ahahaha!"     *bzzzip*     He's gone.
Megatron	Megatron is pretty much missing an optic right now.     With Beelz gone, he's taken the time to just...sit there and watch the fight between Nox and Lyner. "Gnnnngh..." He looks something akin to a hobo in an alley with how he's seated against the mountain, tending to his wounds helplessly as he watches as if he was observing late night TV.     As Nox disappears, somehow managing to carry himself away, Megatron just calls in a ground bridge as he forces himself to stand. "That is that, then." He grumbles, before he steps through the portal. "....you fought well, for a human." And off he goes. That's as nice as Megatron gets, really.     And then the portal dissipates.