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Post by mirei on Nov 21, 2011 21:29:51 GMT -5
"What?"
She was completely dumbfounded by what her companion said. The quiet Renamon was lusting for battle and death, and even jumped out of the window after pointing towards the village's square. She was .. way too assertive and overconfident, a clear sign that Renamon's bipolar personality kicked in.
Just to be sure of what was going on, she turned back to inspect the room where the two Renamon once were and there was no one inside. The illusionary Renamon faded away and it was now obvious that the one "under control" of the body was Mileena. Then, she ran after the Renamon and followed her through the window and later through the dimly illuminated streets. She was worried about what the aggressive side of the Renamon might do and ... she was okay with that. At first she desired to talk to her about this cocky attitude of hers and the fact that she was wielding that sword filled with bad memories, but if she was going to use that tool of death against the raiders and Sangloupmon ... maybe it was better to keep her in that state. It wasn't even pragmatism, she simply wanted those raiders dead and this violent side of Renamon might become a great asset in battle, so she was going to tolerate as much as possible the presence of that sword.
"Any news about the raiders? "
She asked to a broken Toy-agumon. The Alraumon wanted to be sure about their presence before getting fired up, after all she would REALLY be unable to sleep properly if she gets excited and there's not a battle where to unleash all her accumulated frustration and stress.
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Post by sangloupmon on Nov 22, 2011 15:03:15 GMT -5
Some distance away from the village of rejects, Sangloupmon's brigade had made their temporary camp. As numerous Goblimon went about their preparations, with a few Commandramon barking orders at them, their leader simply oversaw the progress. Sangloupmon had been hoping this village would give in without a fight. It was a place for rejects, digimon too weak or injured to carry on, to hide. Of course, maybe he was expecting too much of their will to live. They were probably waiting for someone like them to come and put an end to their miserable lives.
Misery. His brigade had seen much of it. What had once been a force to be feared under her leadership, had taken a downward spiral since she was... Gone. Now, their success was few and far between, and rewards small. Their ranks had shrunken considerably. Some had outright deserted the brigade, others were captured or killed during raids or starved to death. Now all that remained were three commandramon and a couple dozen goblimon. The bleak state of the raiders was as plain as the ribs poking through their chests.
They were starving, weak, and their last hopes for the future were quickly fading out. Sangloupmon though, wasn't one to give in though. He refused to sit down regardless of how weak they were. Life was difficult, and that never changed. It was only truly over when you gave up, and that's not something he ever accepted. Even if they had to claw their way back up from the bottom again, he would do it. He still had his pride, and quitting just wasn't his style.
"You. Commandramon. Get over here!" Sangloupmon snapped at a nearby Commandramon. His eyes followed the commando reptile as he rushed to his position, firing off a military salute. The substantial drop in these soldiers was probably their greatest blow. She liked them too. Goblimon had numbers and strength yes, but these Commandramon were a lot smarter, resourceful, and obedient. "Report. How are battle preparations going?"
"Preparations are going well sir!" The commandramon responded. His tone was resolute, face expressionless. Still, while years of practice allowed him to use that facade for a period of time, it wasn't long until his efforts sagged. His eyes darted here and there. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. "The men will be ready whenever you give the order sir!"
"See to it everyone forms up in the northern part of camp in ten minutes, sharp." Sangloupmon grunted, turning away from the Commandramon. Once everyone was before him, he'd go over the plan. Then off they went to battle. Sangloupmon felt his belly rumble in angry protest, but his only response was to growl back. If they lived past today, there would be meals waiting for him and his men afterward.
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Post by observer on Nov 23, 2011 6:12:38 GMT -5
The folks of this village were an odd lot that's for sure. One could have expected little to no fighting spirit from a bunch of ... corpses, half-decayed, half-broken, damaged, handicapped. And yet they seemed to have more backbone than many of the "pretties" Mileena had met before... They were anything but not sniveling cowards who begged for mercy and refused to fight for what was rightfully theirs... No, these people weren't like this... The fox could see it in their eyes right now, as she stood beside Raremon, this ... feeble, flimsy crowd in front of her. But despite being pathetic, weak and broken, there was fire in their eyes. A dark, vengeful one. These poor wretches have suffered through everything in their lives. Betrayal, disease, famine, and yet kept on living their lives, however miserable. They didn't go through this torture just to forfeit their lives they clung to so much to the first offender. No, whoever would dare trying to take anything away from them, they would have to pry it from their cold, dead hands... A weird notion of respect was formed by the fox towards these ... rejects. Their determination was worthy of admiration. But now... it was time to talk... Theme playing - My people... Brothers and sisters... - the Raremon was holding the speech. - This time ... as the enemy is at our door, we are once again reminded of their depravity... - his voice was low, and the words heavy. Not even a whisper came from that rag-tag crowd as they listened to the one that has been leading them... Understanding the whole graveness of the situation... - For years, we have been a broken people. Shunned, oppressed, and hounded by those we sought to escape. For years we have suffered unbearable hardships. Banished by them to die from disease, from famine. They scarred us. They weakened us. And now, they had come to take what little we have remaining... - and more grim silence was heard... The villagers stood immovable, like old, ugly statues... And so was Raremon. But then... - I say there was enough running... We will put our foot down right here. We will fight. On this day, we stand united once more. On this day, those driven to destroy us will hear our voice. On this day we shall act as one. And we shall be ignored NO MORE. One of the the listeners then rose his fist in the air. It was a chuumon, and his hand was more of an old gypsum around it, but still. Then was the other... the third... one by one the wretches rose their hands, or whatever remained of them in the air. Grimly, and silently... No furor, no yelling, no nothing. Just that sign of silent, and determined agreement. - They're ready. - the raremon nodded, and stepped away, giving place to the scarred renamon with the sword in her hand. The audience looked at her, waiting for what she had to say. - I won't lie... to you. Weak, you are... Your bodies... flimsy, fragile. They will shatter ... from a blow. But you have... what others don't. You have spirit. And you fight... at home. Which is why... you may stand a chance. - the fox was vastly more literate, and jumped down from the tribune, the crowd's unstable ranks taking a step back. She moved slowly alongside it, looking at every one she passes by with an observing glare, before saying: - Those who I deem... able to fight... Will fight. Whose unable... Will work on constructing... barricades. Those... who can, but won't... Are traitors. And will be treated as such... Nobody ... leaves the city. - she warned everybody. Frankly, the fox did not expect any to try making a run for it because... where would they go? This was their last place in the world to hide in. And now it would be under siege... A cornered rat will bite the cat... She counted the "troops". Among them she managed to spot those select few that were at least partially able at combat. There were a bunch of Nohemon... three or four, with various degrees of injuries, but as long as they were able to pull that string on their bows - they would do. There was she, alraumon and raremon of course - that sludge monster looked intimidating enough... Oh! She even spotted two pawnchessmons among that crowd, she didn't know what their injuries were, but she did know chess army was one of the most disciplined in the world... Another rejoice was an old commandramon who was missing a leg, and moved around on a wooden one... And of course, there were Numemons - probably the least "injured" digimon around, who were dumped here for the great crime of becoming numemons...In total... around 15-20 militias... It ... would do nicely. Next piece of the puzzle was the battlefield... It was only now when she started looking at the pitiful village as on an area of actual combat... The village itself was a series of old stone huts, in a form of a horse-shoe, surrounded by wall with gates, and the gates leading exactly to the "central square" so to speak. It wasn't ... too bad, depending on how much time they had... - You, you, you two, and you, and the whole bunch of you. You will be ... soldiers. The rest ... - workers. Split up. - the fox commanded, gesticulating and using her sword to point at people who stood up from the crowd. Some of them had some military training in days past it seemed, however muchly forgotten. That old commandrammon was starring at her however, which she immediately noticed. - Something wrong? - she asked him brashly. - No, ma'am, nothing ma'am! - the old veteran stood straight, saluting her in a military fashion. She liked this guy. He seemed he knew stuff. - Good. You seem ... to have served somewhere? - Uh... you could say that way, ma'am. - the old trooper looked away a bit, reasons her own, however, the fox didn't care about that much. - Then, you, Elder, and you Alraumon,... come to me. We need ... a plan to create...
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Post by mirei on Nov 23, 2011 14:00:27 GMT -5
Once more, the Alraumon was left speechless. What the Raremon elder said, and the reaction of the outcasts here reunited .. it was beautiful, simply beautiful, so much that she was driven to tears. She had witnessed truly a great display of leadership and now she knew that words alone and logic alone weren't enough, that a speech should also evoke powerful emotions within those around them. It was so incredible, so ... what should've happened in her village.
"They might be weak in body, but are strong in spirit and determination ... unlike my village"
Their desire for survival, to protect what little they have, what their created with their own hands ... it was so great that despite all the hatred those numemon and nohemon showed before, Himika could sympathize with them and feel that compared with the villagefolks of her home, they were the better ones.
It was very sad to remember just how pretty much everybody gave up without even trying to fight. Back when the raiders attacked, only the guards actually went to fight while everybody else cowardly hid somewhere else despite many of them could easily go out and join the fight. In contrast, pretty much everybody here was either handicapped or was weak, yet everybody wanted to fight for their survival, even the children, the elderly and the sick.
The real difference between her village and this village was that nobody had ambition in hers, they had their whole lives safe and secure, all they had to do was to work in the farm and nothing else. They never knew about what meant to struggle for survival, to taste what feels to be poor, to never have anything to eat and to live in a place where health was a privilege, not a right. Yureimon was indeed a great leader, but what he never taught to anyone was that the world outside was a neverending struggle for survival, and one had to know when to fight for what is worth it.
Then the Renamon ... Mileena took the Raremon's place as the center of everybody's attention, and was very harsh and to the point, as if she organized armies as a hobby in her free time. Something was fishy about the whole situation, the Alraumon understood that her foxy partner had a pilolar personality or some sort of multiple personality disorder, but could that really explain why she was so good at this kind of things? Even the plant digimon herself wasn't that good at organizing a defense, and she studied about tactics and from experience learned what feels to have a poor defense and witness the consequences of poor planning.
And things got even more suspicious as a handicapped Commandramon got near the Renamon. She couldn't hear what they said because she wasn't near enough to eavesdrop nor see closely how he looked, but probably it was something about the commandramon joining the offense. And talking about commandramons, that reminded her about certain commandramon that too deserved to be murdered as part of her bloody vengeance: The commandramon who put a bullet on Chuumon and Wanyamon's heads and was the main executioner ... that vile dinosaur had a wicked injury on his mouth that extended its length more that it should naturally be.
Most likely he was already dead, but it was a small detail she was going to keep in mind during the battle. For those who innocent civilians ... she was going to make sure that commandramon died along his leader. If there was any commandramon within the enemy army, she was going to target for them, those evil digimon. Goblimon were just stupid cannon fodder and wanted power, but those commandramon were smart, well trained professionals, yet willingly committed horrible atrocities against other digimon. Soldiers who fought for the side of murderous terrorists ... they deserved no pity at all.
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Post by sangloupmon on Nov 26, 2011 13:57:11 GMT -5
Sangloupmon stood, silent and ominous as a statue while his men made their last minute preparations. There was plenty of running around, and some squabbling goblimon had to be pulled apart. It wasn't long before they all began trickling into line before him. The three commandramon stood in the front line, while the goblimon stood in organized rows behind them. At the very least they were able to organize themselves in a respectable manner.
This wasn't the unified force of raiders that struck fear into their enemies' hearts however. No, lined up before him, how weakened they had become had only become even more apparent. Even at attention, there were grumblings among the ranks, bitter whispers being exchanged between troops. Sangloupmon silenced them with a loud snarl. "Quite your squabbling!" He snapped, and the area became deathly quiet.
"Better." Sangloupmon remarked as he began to address the brigade. "I'm not going to state the obvious here. We know our situation. We know we're scraping at the bottom of the barrel here. We may have fallen, but we will rise again. We will fight our way back, and our enemies will know what it is to fear!" Sangloupmon howled, hoping for some sort of encouraging response.
There were a few half-hearted 'yeah!'s among the crowd, but in general, but they remained mostly silent. Sangloupmon growled in frustration. "We may win, we may lose, but nothing will be gained if we don't fight with all we have. Fight like you know we'll win. Nothing is ever free, and we shall give everything we have. We may die, but we won't die sitting down!" Sangloupmon snarled. He was running out of ideas of what to say here and was painfully aware that this speech wasn't likely helping.
Still, it managed a greater response than his earlier words. He supposed recognizing their chances and the fact they had nothing left to lose at least gave them enough morale to fight for their lives or die trying. Sangloupmon could work with that. "We will divide into two groups. One group will attack from the south end of the city, the second from the west, and we'll drive everyone we can from the village, and kill the rest." Sangloupmon went on.
There were a few concerned grunts among the ranks, but no one argued the plan. Sangloupmon then chose one commandramon to go with him and half the goblimon, while the other two commandramon took lead of the remaining goblimon. They then turned and began heading out to their positions outside the village.
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Post by observer on Nov 27, 2011 6:49:58 GMT -5
The four gathered back in Raremon's house, in the wake of incoming battle. Renamon, Alraumon, Raremon, and that Commandramon she ordered to come along. They were at the table, lit by dim light of a torch. And in front of them... there was a map. A map of the village, though crudely drawn, but it was better than nothing. It would at least give a general idea of what they had to deal with... The Renamon towered above the table, her fingers tapping some sort of a march. She seemed... eager, so very eager now. And a smile on her face. Which made it look all the creepier.
- Appear weak ... when you are strong, and strong when you are weak... - she started off with a quote that had direct relation to what she had in mind, and what she will command them to do. Because... - The enemy... expects an easy win. Which ... wouldn't be the case. So... we must use... the advantage his morale gives... us. However... we need... to expect the worst. - she said, looking over the map again and drawing an arrow from where the gates were, towards the center of the horseshoe-shaped village.
- If... they all act, like ... idiots, and charge through the gates... It would make it easier... for us. However... - she said, and drew a few smaller lines around the perimeter of the wall, arrows for additional strikes. - If ... they have any knowledge... of tactics... they won't rush in stupidly. Instead... use the main force as distraction... And while we deal with it, send... a few troops across. Then... they strike us from behind... Or surround us, should... said force be large enough. We... will need to deal with both.
- We should... but... how - the Raremon asked.
- I had ... an idea in mind. Tell me, do you have any inflammable liquids here somewhere? - she eyed him, her eyes looking ... glowy. A strange fire burned within them. Thinking a little bit, the elder replied:
- Lots. Waste coming from the factories is highly inflammable, not to mention corrosive. It is the reason why the few buildings we have are all made of stone.
- Excellent! - she exclaimed as if she heard a good news. And to the renamon, it really was one. - I want... entire central square ... drenched in it.
- Say... what?
- You heard me. We... drench the entire square... in it. Position numemons... and nohemons on higher roofs. We shall place some traps on the approaches to their firing positions should they be attacked. A ... little surprise. Some villagers... would need to be running about when the enemy comes through the gates... To make an impression we're not prepared. They will grow bold... And when they charge in... We set it all on fire. And they perish... horribly. - the renamon let out a deep, sinister chuckle that sent the creeps to pretty much everybody who heard it. Aside from the commandramon who seemed awfully calm considering the situation. Suddenly, he stepped forward.
- Ma'am, I have a proposition considering how we deal with the possible intrusions from the perimeter. - he said, after giving a respectful salute.
- Speak.
- If they come across the wall, they will find themselves scowering through narrow alleyways between the houses, to reach the square. Those alleyways are perfect place for an ambush. I know the terrain, a small squad would be able to dispatch a bigger number of foes, who are stuck in narrow corridors, not knowing where to go.
- Sounds... reasonable. Yes, I approve. You... Alraumon... and me. Who else...
- A nohemon would be nice for additional fire support.
- And a nohemon. We will be... the mobile attack group to deal with the possible intrusion, should it happen. The rest will keep the enemy a bay at the square...
- What will I do? - the Raremon asked curiously. The renamon only chuckled as she approached, and patted the sludge monster on his deformed shoulder.
- You... my friend... would be our... trump card. Should things... go not as planned... you're our strongest force. You will be used... to block the enemy's retreat. Nobody... must leave alive...
And grim silence was heard in the dim-lit room...
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Post by mirei on Nov 28, 2011 8:50:31 GMT -5
Once the speech finished, the trio plus the commandramon that Renamon took a liking for went back to the elder's home to discuss about the defense strategy. When they reached to the table with a crudely drawn map of the village, the Renamon ... she was starting to look like a battle maniac, more than eager to begin the battle and show off her unusual tactical prowess. However, the Alraumon had to admit that while odd and too joyful about the idea of battle, the vixen was giving some really good strategic advice. Everything made sense until she mentioned .. THAT one tactic.
If plant digimon had eyebrows, she would've raised one. She wanted as much as every other digimon here to utterly crush the raiders, but to use toxic wastes and burn the town only to get them? From a pragmatical point of view, it was a very good idea that would ensure the enemy's annihilation, but from a more moralistic point of view, that would cause property damage, stone buildings or not, and the worst part was that the burning industrial wastes would release toxic fumes that would also intoxicate and harm everybody inside the village AND also pollute the whole area nearby. She wasn't sure about it, but as a more extreme consequences, she imagined all that pollution would cause acid rains or at least cause the rainwater to be harmful to health.
The rest of the strategic planning and the suggestions of the commandramon were acceptable, even using the nigh-invincible undead Raremon elder as final measurement. And once all the talking was done and silence reigned the poorly illuminated room, the Alraumon decided to talk.
"It's a good plan, but don't you think it a bad idea to use industrial waste to start a fire? The smoke would get everybody around the village sick and the skies would get polluted, more than they already are. Isn't there anything else to burn?"
Property damage .. it was okay all things considered as sacrifices must be done. They have the technology to make it better and stronger! ... but as mentioned before, the pollution would cause lingering environmental damage. Her worries were partially due the use of toxic waste and the damage they would case ... and the fact that as a plant digimon, she was much more susceptible to toxic substances and pollution. She could easily get rid of some smoke through photosynthesis, but the massive amounts of fumes and the high degree of toxicity within then would easily overcome her natural ability to process harmful gases into oxygen and poison her badly, really badly.
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Post by sangloupmon on Nov 28, 2011 9:51:40 GMT -5
The brigade marched quitely through the plains of dirt and steel. There were numerous dunes that granted cover, as well as larger pieces of metal and random piles of garbage. What couldn't be hidden was the ever growing stench that came from the village. It could be scented from way back in their camp, but the stench only grew stronger as they drew closer, until they were finally nearing the village.
Both groups hid behind a large chunk of metal poking out from the earth. From here, it was clear they had one major problem. It had appeared the villagers had been busy fortifying the outer walls. There should have been an entrance here and more within sight, but instead they were faced with a barrier of scrap and garbage. Sangloupmon turned to both teams, who looked at him with a questioning stare. "Wait here, I'll go scout around for an entrance." He muttered before slipping into the shadows.
He moved through the shadow cast by the villages walls, tracing it's perimeter. He was surprised they even put in an effort. He had to give them credit for trying at least. It wasn't long before he finally came across and innocent looking gap in the wall. It seemed the brigade had come and they weren't quite ready for their arrival. What a pity. He continued around the full structure, jumping between shadows when required and ensuring he wasn't seen.
Unfortunately no other entrances appeared, and he reformed back with the rest of the brigade. "It seems we have a bit of a change in our plans. We are all going to charge into the village. Force our way to the opposite side, then spread out and force the survivors out the way we came in." Once the brigadiers nodded their understanding, Sangloupmon took them around the border to where the gap was. As they came within sight, he could already see a few villagers run at the sight of him. "Go!" He snarled, and at once, the brigade broke into a run, with Sangloupmon at it's head.
The invasion had begun.
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Post by observer on Nov 29, 2011 5:02:24 GMT -5
Renee nodded towards what the plant digimon said, the toxic fumes were indeed dangerous, but she didn't concern herself much with the ecological part, in fact, she couldn't care less about that. What she cared about was that said fumes could be a danger to her, and to palmon, but... if so, they would be an even greater danger to the enemy horde... Assuming they survive the flames that is. For villagers... she couldn't care less really, and it appeared that it didn't matter much anyway. The raremon and commandramon only chuckled to what the plant digi's concerns were.
- Acid rains fall here every day, and this property is already too damaged to be of any value. We shall rebuild it later... And fumes are not new to us either - they always come from the factory, and the homes. The toxic waste is the only source of fuels for fire here. People got used to it... - there was a hint of bitterness in his voice, but it didn't matter much. This was the final argument.
- Excellent... then, do ... what I said. Prepare...
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Soon, the city was prepared for whatever was coming at them, as much as it could be. The sludge was spilled across the field in many places, it didn't stand out of place much, given the state the village was in. Rubble and litter filled many narrow alleys making them very hard to go through, and various kinds of obstacles could be found everywhere, except not on that one trail that was to lead the bandits to a trap... Just as planned.
The renamon surveyed the area from a roof of the three-story-house. It was the highest point in the entire village. Or was she surveying? Or better question would be ... was it she at all? The truth was ... that it was only her clone. An image, but a sentient one in all aspects. Kohenkyo was useful as always, even here... It allowed her to be at many places at the same time.
- They're coming to the entrance! No other movements around the perimeter! - the clone gave the signal to the real renamon below. There, along with her, waited commandramon, a nohemon, and alraumon. That was the information they needed. Mileena smirked. It meant the battle will go by the most desired scenario... And, again according to plan. Turning to the others, she looked at them, and said:
- They're falling into our trap... it seems. Then... this group has a different. Purpose. Cross the distance through the alleyways, and prepare an ambush near the entrance. It will be... for those few, who will try to ... run. - she smirked, her finger tracing across the blade she held in hands. A red line appeared on the finger, dripping blood. She licked it off. Perfectly sharp. - I trust... you three can handle this, no?
- But... commander? Where will you be then? - the commandramon asked, after giving out a military salute. Well, he seemed pretty eager to engage, and somehow sounded a bit reluctant the fox had to go. Mileena gave him a smile, and said:
- Oh... I wouldn't want to miss the purge, deary...
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Post by mirei on Dec 1, 2011 15:58:58 GMT -5
"I ... understand"
This was so .. depressing. She thought those industrial wastes were here only due the factory town was pumping them towards this direction, but she never imagined they actually used it as fuel for the fire and miscellaneous things despite how toxic their fumes and acid rain were. However, it wasn't time to get depressed, the fact that they still used it despite the dangers only served to show just how much they valued their lives and struggled to live amidst poverty and sickness ... she couldn't chicken out now that the war was beginning ....
Some time later, she was already positioned not very far from the entrance, waiting for a signal from one of Renamon's clones. She saw it before but it was still impressive to see the fox create a solid clone that acted independently from her.
While she waited for the clone, the Alraumon carefully covered her mouth with a dirty piece of cloth for safety measurements in preparation for when the time to burn to ashes the enemy began. It was pretty much futile to try to lessen the impact of the fumes in her, but it was worth trying it, besides it made her look a bit badass.
She also looked at the Nohemon and commandramon along them and they had some new toys within their weapons. Some of the Nohemon's arrows had their tips covered with cloth previously soaked in highly flammable industrial wastes and the Commandramon had one or two napalm bombs, most likely from a time when he was active in whatever army he belonged. They were ready for the battle and in fact, it was their time to act because Renamon's shadow clone returned, and with great news.
"Count with us"
Just as we planned, eh boss?
This Nohemon that was with them immediately took flight while the Alraumon and Commandramon ran after the entrance. From its perfect position, he waited until enough enemies were reunited in the area around the square center ... and shoot with all his might a flaming arrow. He didn't even need to be that accurated, the whole square center was coated in a film of sticky industrial wastes and his arrow become the spark that started a great fire. The scarecrow then quickly descended near the entrance and reunited with the rest of the group.
It has begun, they will learn in death not to mess with us!
"Yeah!"
the Alraumon was infected by the optimism and bloodlust of the Nohemon and she waited along him and Commandramon for the survivors of the great fire, this was going to be theirs .. HER revenge against those damned Raiders ...
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Post by sangloupmon on Dec 5, 2011 16:31:55 GMT -5
Within seconds, Sangloupmon and his brigade charged into the village, running straight down the main path towards the center square. If Sangloupmon stopped to think, he probably would have realized something was off. As they charged, what few scared citizens that were at the entrance had seemingly vanished, while they charged straight to the center of the city completely unopposed. Unfortunately, the signs went over his head. He had a plan, and he was carrying it out. Little else concerned him other than that.
Though Sangloupmon charged, sacrificing no speed to stop and look around, the Goblimon's step began to falter, along with the Commandramon's. "CH-CHARGE!!" Growled one of the Commandramon bringing up the rear, but his uncertainty reflected in his voice. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Where was everybody? "Warchief! This is--" He shouted forward, but stopped short, when a flaming arrow was fired into their midst.
When the arrow was fired, Sangloupmon reacted immediately, firing a flurry of sticker blades at the Nohemon who fired it it flew away. He kept running though, until screams suddenly erupted behind him. Screams. Not the screams of the terrified villagers, rather those of his own men. Before he could spin around to figure out what the hell happened, the ground he stood on was overwhelmed by flames, and Sangloupmon let out a loud yelp as his fur caught fire.
What little thinking the brigade leader had put into his plan, was gone now. He was on fire. His men were on fire. Everything was on fire. He snatched the closest Commandramon, and bolted towards the nearest building. He leaped upward, climbing away from the burning ground. As he did so, three Nohemon descended upon him, firing their arrows at him. Another round of sticker blades fired from his metal legs, slicing into the scarecrows, one even losing a leg for it.
He eventually came to the top, where he dropped the Commandramon, and launched himself at the closest digimon. He didn't care what, he couldn't go back down. He was dead, they were all dead, they all knew it, but Yggdrasil damn he'd take as many down with him.
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