“A clash of draconic nature in purest form. An expression of the skills we’ve honed and strength gained as we embraced our inner fury: The Firemind. Only strength is respected and recognized among the hordes. So often, Ankam is declared to gain rank and stature or to settle disputes. In the eyes of the dragons, we must earn the right to meet with the Khan by proving our strength. Only then will they take us seriously.”
Medraut nodded in acknowledgement of the explanation. He considered it. Things were not so in the Legion. The hierarchy was defined, as firm as adamant. There was promotion, of course, but it was earned through one's merit and according to protocol, not usually through so simple a thing as a display of strength, though there were exceptions as the Legion's Warleader proved. And having to prove one's strength to meet with a superior was madness, surely. It spoke of arrogance, of the dismissal of others as inferior. As a soldier of the Legion, he had been taught that he was one of a thousand, that those beneath him in rank were still deserving of his respect and acknowledgement as comrades in arms. Everyone was important in their own particular way and were awarded respect due to their individual importance.
These dragons were strange indeed.
"Your culture values only strength?" he queried. "No consideration is given to tactical acumen, to wisdom, or to any other measure of worth? One's prowess in personal combat is all that is measured?" His incredulity shone through, for he found it horribly simplistic and brutal.
Before he could pursue the subject further, Ajax evolved to a higher form and the Duftmon was silenced by awe. The Gallantmon X gleamed with power and light, a knightly presence the match of any he had seen within the Legion's ranks. For a moment he forgot that Ajax was as much as a dragon as those opposite, at least in blood and creed, before Imego was hurled away by the fury of the
Shield of the Just and pinned at the point of Ajax's lance. The martial prowess on display drew his eyes like a magnet attracting iron. The precision of it was astounding and he wished to spar with the knightly dragon, to hone himself sword against lance.
Then Imego's roar of fury and defiance sounded out.
"Demand it? You don't get to demand anything of me, you nameless, bottom-feeder, drakeling!" He whirled about to the dragons behind him. "Kill them all."
The dragons - a Slayerdramon, a Gaiomon, a Dorugoramon, a Spinomon, an OwRyumon, a Dynasmon, and a WarGreymon - hesitated for a moment before Imego snarled and roared.
"That's an order!"
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"Ah, I thought you might be that sort of person," Adirael murmured as Imego bellowed for his subordinates to strike. The Beelzemon X drew his shotguns as the dragons surged against the Realmless, clearly conflicted between the demands of honor and their leader's command. The WarGreymon came right at him like an orange-armored bullet, Dramon Destroyers ready to cut.
Adirael danced back as the claws slashed.
"You would allow him to trample over your creed?" the Beelzemon X commented. "I had the impression that you dragons were rather passionate about your honor and this
ankham of yours."
The WarGreymon chose not to dignify him with a response. How uncouth.
"Terra Force!" the dragonman snarled, conjuring an orb of flames between his claws and hurling it at Adirael. The demon dodged to the side with a beat of his wings, feeling the howling fire singe the leather coating his legs.
"Double Impact," he answered as he soared, shotguns roaring. The slugs hammered into the WarGreymon's plate, sparking from the Chrome Digizoid. Adirael landed gracefully atop a rock formation and moved like water, pushing off of the volcanic rock to shoot at his adversary like a bullet. More slugs flew from the Berenjena as he approached, forcing the WarGreymon to guard his eyes from the volleys. Adirael sheathed one shotgun and flexed his claws. In a vicious motion he struck.
"Darkness Claw."
"Brave Shield!" the WarGreymon answered, assembling his shield and blocking the slash of Adirael's talons. Unfazed, Adirael continued, flipping upward with a downward beat of his wings and kicking under the shield. As the blow forced the plate upwards, he rolled back and the Berenjena in his hand found its mark.
"Double Impact!" he called with a smile. Two slugs howled from the shotgun and found the WarGreymon's thigh, penetrating the scales and drawing blood. The dragonman snarled and as Adirael landed, the Brave Shield broke apart and became his wings, the Dramon Destroyers lunging for the Beelzemon X's skull. Adirael weaved around them, feeling their blades pass within an inch of his mask, then he brought his free hand around and his claws found the gap between chestplate and shoulderpad, ripping into the WarGreymon's armpit. He clenched his talons and scales ardulously gave way, torn with the knife-like edges of the Beelzemon'x talons. Still the WarGreymon showed no sign of pain.
"I asked you if you would allow Imego to trample over your creed," Adirael said, as though he were not engaged in such a dangerous brawl. He ripped his claws free and before the WarGreymon could strike again, he was dancing back out of reach. He couldn't match the dragon in raw strength, that was true, but he was lighter and faster by far.
"This is a battle, demon!" the WarGreymon snarled. "Hold your tongue or I shall rip it out and see how you sing without it!"
Adirael chuckled. "How uncouth and vicious. You might almost make a good member of the Syndicate." He held up his empty hand, his white claws stained with dragon blood. "You hold your
ankham and your Firemind so highly. I wonder what would happen if your Dragonlord were to learn how you spat upon both, Imego's orders or not."
"Be silent!" The dragonman roared and charged, whirling like a cyclone of blades.
"Great Tornado!" He raged across the rocky hellscape at Adirael, his Dramon Destroyers prepared to eviscerate the Beelzemon.
The demon leapt skyward, wings spread wide, and he passed over the WarGreymon. Once more he swung around in mid-air, spinning himself to land 'behind' his opponent, and as he fell his shotgun fired. Some slugs were sliced from the air by the spinning claws, but others found their marks, piercing exposed scales. The WarGreymon came to a stop, facing Adirael once again. The Beelzemon faced forward, diving around the WarGreymon's
Terra Force with graceful leaps and beats of his wings. Snarling, the WarGreymon surged into melee, Dramon Destroyers gleaming as they slashed at the demon. One connected, ripping into Adirael's arm and drawing blood, but he continued regardless. His claws dug into scales and forced the dragonman's arm away, while he brought the Berenjena up to his opponent's throat armor.
"You know your bullets can't penetrate Chrome Digizoid," the dragonman scoffed.
"Oh, not your full plate, certainly," Adirael conceded. "But the fact that you're so still makes me suspect that you're not so sure if the more flexible segments of your armor can stop a point-blank shot. Flexibility requires a compromise of structural integrity." He paused to let his words sink in. "
"If you're so certain," the WarGreymon growled, "then put your theory to the test. Aren't you a demon?"
Adirael chuckled. "I'm a demon. That much is true. I'm a vicious killer, a vile manipulator, a cackling fiend who drags the innocent into wickedness. Is that the image you had in mind?" He stopped laughing. "But we did not come here to slay dragons. We did not come here to
fight dragons. We came here to talk about many things, and in particular that which threatens your Dragonlord's domain."
"Yes, it seems that
talk is what you do very well," his adversary spat. "Sheathe your silver tongue and either slay me or release me. You can do nothing else."
"Yield," the Beelzemon replied, and his tone was colder. "I am not here to coat the rocks with your brains. But do not think that I will hesitate if you force my hand." He tightened his claw on the Berenjena's trigger to emphasise his point. It was his gun arm that had been cut, but the pain of the wound did nothing to weaken his grip.
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As the dragons approached, Medraut drew his rapier. The Duftmon glanced across the opposition and picked out his opponent. Spreading his angelic wings, he leapt forward and glided to intercept them.
The OwRyumon halted as he landed, staring at the knight incredulously.
"One of the Eternal Legion so far from Sunhome," he scoffed. "And what, little knight, brings you to our land?"
"I am Medraut the Exiled," the Duftmon answered. "I am not of the Legion... not any longer. But I fight for justice! And my comrades do as well, so I will follow them in search of it."
"How amusing," the OwRyumon replied, spreading his bladed wings and readying his scimitars. "I am Rorix Bladewing, little knight. Servant of Dragonlord Karrthus. I roar with the Firemind and I will lay your blood upon the rocks as a warning to fools who would copy your folly and trespass within our realm!"
"So be it," Medraut said softly, and brought up his rapier.
Rorix was on him in an instant with a snarl of
"Golden Armor!" His wings slashed the rocks as he charged, slicing shards of stone that clattered to the ground. But the Duftmon did not move until the last moment, ducking around the sweep of a scimitar and meeting the second with his rapier. Metal screamed on metal, but Medraut's blade held, supported by both of his hands. Rorix growled and swung his free blade, but Medraut dodged to the side, moving again an instant later to avoid a swing of the released scimitar that could have cut him in two if it connected. White light ignited from Medraut's blade as he fell back.
"Extinction Wave!" he called, and painted an arc of light across the air. The arc flew at Rorix, cleaving across his mighty scales and burning against them before dissipating. The dragon swung around and took flight, scimitars gleaming with vicious light as he brought them to bear.
"How does your 'justice' compare to my might, little knight?" Rorix taunted as he charged once more. His wings cut the air, but Medraut was still once again. He looked at Rorix, read the dragon's motions. Up until now he had been fighting blind to the OwRyumon's style, but he began to see it. He saw muscles tense and as the scimitar arced to take his head, he was moving. It passed where he
had been, sweeping past his wing, and as Rorix snarled and his follow-up came down, the Duftmon beat his wings and ascended. This time a dark aura burned on his blade and he thrust with it like it was Ajax's lance.
"Black Aura Blast!" A beam of dark light speared from the rapier and burned into Rorix's face before exploding. The dragon recoiled, howling in rage, and when the blast cleared and he could see, Medraut was gone. The Duftmon dived beneath Rorix and his rapier ripped into the softer scales of the OwRyumon's underbelly. Blood welled from the wound as Medraut continued.
"Extinction Wave!" He stabbed into the wound he had already inflicted as the light burst from his sword, and Bladewing roared in pain and fury as it seared his innards. The OwRyumon thrashed and his tail cracked like a whip, catching Medraut and sending him flying from beneath the dragon. He struck an outcropping with a cry of pain and crumpled to the ground. The blow had been ferocious and unexpected. Don't get cocky. Don't grow overconfident.
He rolled as Rorix's scimitars crashed down one after another, using the momentum to launch himself into a crouch and from that into the air. The dragon's blades swung, scimitars and wings alike slicing around him. One wing was sliced and white feathers passed his vision.
"Tell me, little knight, what is this 'justice' you talk about?" Rorix taunted as he faced Medraut. "I see demons in your group, and machines too. What 'justice' do you share with them?"
"A common cause," he murmured. "The Realmpact is injustice."
Rorix stared at him and for a moment, Medraut thought that impossibly he had caused some profound revelation before the OwRyumon broke into thunderous rumbling laughter. "A knight of the Legion calling the Realmpact injustice? I knew you were bold to the point of foolish but I did not realise you were
insane."
He considered arguing the point. Perhaps he could find the words. Perhaps this dragon could be convinced.
Rorix stopped laughing. "I wonder what your brothers and sisters think of that opinion of yours. Or is that why you are "the Exiled"?" His words were like knives digging into Medraut, dredging up the painful memory of that dark day.
"The Realmpact is injustice? What is this blasphemy you speak, Medraut?"
"Look around you, please! Look at what the Metal Empire has done! Look at these people! Is this justice, brother?" He turned desperately, staring at Valenco. She would listen. She was always the one who listened. But her eyes burned as fiercely as the others' and she spoke.
"Listen to yourself, Medraut. You swore to uphold the Realmpact! To defend the Realmpact and enforce the Realmpact! And now you say it is unjust? Have you taken leave of your senses?" She drew her sword.
"Valenco... all of you..."
"You must answer for this," she said, and the others around her drew their weapons. "We must take you to Sunhome to answer for your words, Medraut Dawnlight. You have spoken against the Realmpact and thus you have spoken against the Eternal Legion!"
"Golden Armor!"
Only instinct saved him. He weaved through the maelstrom of Rorix's blades, crying out as a scimitar cut into his back in passing, and again when one of the dragon's wings caught his shoulder. Blood seeped from the wounds, staining his armor as he forced himself to turn and meet the OwRyumon.
"Did I remind you of a painful memory?" Rorix sneered. "I suppose your brothers and sisters would not take kindly to you denouncing their life's purpose. Did they exile you or did you exile yourself, I wonder."
He remembered fighting that desperate battle with them. He was the better swordsman, but they had numbers and passion, and it had taken all his skill to stop them without killing them. He couldn't bring himself to that. They were his brothers and sisters and he had fought too many battles at their side to cut them down.
"Eiseiryūoujin!" A volley of blades were sent at him with two sweeps of Bladewing's swords, slicing through the air with their lethal edges. He saw them coming and it was like parrying arrows. He weaved through some, meeting more with his rapier. One passed his guard and he twisted in time to dodge it. He forced the memories from his mind and hardened himself, loosing himself to his training. Wings spread and he leapt forward. Blackness flowed through his rapier.
"Black Aura Blast!" Bladewing's scimitar was swinging, but a black lance shot from Medraut's rapier and detonated on the dragon's hand, forcing the arm back as Medraut continued with an arc of burning light.
"Extinction Wave!" The blade swung and the wave of light slashed at Rorix's face. The OwRyumon brought up a scimitar with a snarl, parrying it, and Medraut came down like a spear and his rapier burned with darkness.
"Black Aura Blast!"
His blow slammed into Rorix's neck and exploded at point-blank. He felt the heat and power of his attack rush into him and propel him back as Bladewing recoiled too. The two halted at the same time, regaining stability with their wings. Rorix's muscles tightened and Medraut read them, seeing the swing before it fell as well as the lash of that mighty tail. He threw himself to the side to dodge the first and the second passed him too as he landed. His rapier lashed out and glowed white, raking an upward arc across the scales. The point cut into the weaker armor on Rorix's underside before sparking from the stronger mail of the dragon's upper half. The tail swung like a whip, but the Duftmon jumped above it and hovered as Rorix too regained his footing.
"You are beginning to irritate me, little knight," Bladewing growled. "I shall grant you that."
Medraut did not answer, but merely settled back into a combat stance, rapier ready to attack or parry as needed.
With a snarl, the OwRyumon lunged once again, and Medraut met him with a call of
"Black Aura Blast!"