Griff4815
No. 1 Grovyle Fan
Pyra scowled and bashed the ice from her armoured form. "Roger that," she replied to Nocchi, hearing his plan amidst the fighting. "Giga Crusher!"
The Imperialdramon Fighter Mode's body recoiled slightly in response to the monstrous beam that ripped from the cannon within the dragon's mouth on her chest. The torrent of dark matter surged into the ground around Pestilence and tore up the land with him inside.
She narrowed her eyes and raised her right arm to fire. "Positron Laser!" she spoke, then firing a powerful, spiraling beam from the cannon on her arm.
It impacted with the Vikemon and sent Pestilence stumbling backwards as the positronic energy pasted around his furry chest. He growled and leapt up towards her, swinging a mace down towards the dragon. Pyra grimaced and veered to the side to avoid the crushing weapon, but soon felt a blast of ice behind her, threatening to line her red wings with ice.
"What's it going to take?" she asked with annoyance, flapping her wings and flying higher to continue her aerial bombardment unhindered. "At the very best, all we can do is delay them. How was Conquest defeated? Does it have to do with some sort of god-powers?" she asked.
Upon releasing another powerful blast onto where Pestilence had landed, Pyra sneered. "Of course Thor, Svarog, Tiwaz and Fenrir aren't with us. I hope there's some other way..."
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"WAR!" Kheprius shouted, his ebon form tearing through the sky towards the newly reincarnated horseman.
"Bug," the ShineGreymon Burst Mode replied, smirking. She swung her blazing sword down on the GrandisKuwagamon, but he quickly swerved to the left and closed in to bring his Gran Killers across her face.
War responded by bashing her burning shield across his body, knocking him back. He narrowed his eye at her and seethed. "So you're a chick now, huh? You're doing a pretty crappy job at messing with our heads cuz you're definately nobody I recognize."
"Your mind was just so easy to screw with, I thought I'd give myself a challenge," she chuckled, returning the burning glare.
"Whatever." Kheprius responded. "I know that Conquest bit the dust. I'm going to make sure you follow him." He charged towards her and slashed with his claws only for War to duck. Her wings of flames struck Kheprius' hand and burned at his black carapace.
He grunted and spun around, driving his foot into her ribs. "Unfortunately for you, sweetcheeks, I don't really have a sense of chivalry, so I'm not about to forget everything that you did just because you've got rack."
"Suits me fine," War responded, blazing towards him and surging fire from her sword that washed across his chest. She growled, kneeing him in the gut before following up with a mighty punch to his face.
Kheprius was thrown backwards and his form laced with smoke and embers. He fluttered his wings furiously and stopped himself, clenching his fists with anger. "Okay, you bitch, that's it!" he snapped. He was off toward her in a black streak, using the enhancements of the X-Antibody for all that he could.
He flew towards her in an irregular, unpredictable pattern. "Die!" he shouted, closing in on her.
Before he could fly up to her and ideally plunge his Gran Killers through her form, something massive slammed into the GrandisKuwagamon's body. It was like being hit by a GranLocomon. He was pushed through the air, away from War, by the mass until it finally stopped.
Kheprius grunted in pain and halted in the air, prepared to attack whatever hit him. For a moment, he lowered his guard. Before him was Tiwaz, the Ancient of Flames wings burned and intensely as War's did.
"Tiwaz?!" he asked in shock. "What are you doing here?! What the hell?! Why did you get in the way of that ugly piece of- AH!"
Tiwaz snarled furiously and clobbered Khep across the face with his foot. "That happens to be my wife, you stupid dung beetle!" he snapped fierily.
Khep was about to cuss in response, but until Tiwaz's words set in. "...Excuse me?!" he demanded in disbelief. It took a few moments for Kheprius to catch on to what he could have possibly been talking about. "You mean... that's your wife's form...?"
Tiwaz grimaced and looked to the side, nodding.
The GrandisKuwagamon whistled, impressed. "I take it back, fire newt. Not bad, for somebody like you," he spoke. His expression grew serious as the situation returned to him. "Why the hell did you stop me? You have to know that that's War and not your wife, right?!"
"Of course I do, you walnut-brained, scissor-faced scarab!" Tiwaz snarled. "But..."
"But what?! It's War! We have to kill it!" he explained heatedly. "You see how I said 'it', not 'her'? Your wife's dead, Tiwaz! That's just her body; it's not her."
"I KNOW THAT!" he roared furiously. The dragon grimaced and calmed down. "I know, but... How could I possibly? Everytime I try to attack her, I just see Rizalia... I know it's not her, but it's her body."
"Have you even tried to attack her?" he asked the AncientGreymon.
A shamed silence overtook Tiwaz.
Khep scoffed upon realizing that the answer was 'no'. "You're hesitating... That's what War wants," the black insect explained. "You may hesitate, but I won't. If you don't have the balls to attack, go attack one of the other two and stay out of my way."
Tiwaz gritted his teeth and glared at Kheprius. He was being talked to like a little kid. The dragon had half a mind to put the GrandisKuwagamon in his place, but he knew that Khep had a point. He couldn't actually bring himself to raise a claw against what looked like Rizalia, so he would just be getting in the way of Fenrir, Kheprius and the others. He was worried that if he tried to attack, he would just hesitate.
However, he felt uneasy about leaving. War was insulting his memory of his wife using that form and it burned him up inside. He knew that he had to make a choice. And he knew that it would not be easy.
The Imperialdramon Fighter Mode's body recoiled slightly in response to the monstrous beam that ripped from the cannon within the dragon's mouth on her chest. The torrent of dark matter surged into the ground around Pestilence and tore up the land with him inside.
She narrowed her eyes and raised her right arm to fire. "Positron Laser!" she spoke, then firing a powerful, spiraling beam from the cannon on her arm.
It impacted with the Vikemon and sent Pestilence stumbling backwards as the positronic energy pasted around his furry chest. He growled and leapt up towards her, swinging a mace down towards the dragon. Pyra grimaced and veered to the side to avoid the crushing weapon, but soon felt a blast of ice behind her, threatening to line her red wings with ice.
"What's it going to take?" she asked with annoyance, flapping her wings and flying higher to continue her aerial bombardment unhindered. "At the very best, all we can do is delay them. How was Conquest defeated? Does it have to do with some sort of god-powers?" she asked.
Upon releasing another powerful blast onto where Pestilence had landed, Pyra sneered. "Of course Thor, Svarog, Tiwaz and Fenrir aren't with us. I hope there's some other way..."
-
"WAR!" Kheprius shouted, his ebon form tearing through the sky towards the newly reincarnated horseman.
"Bug," the ShineGreymon Burst Mode replied, smirking. She swung her blazing sword down on the GrandisKuwagamon, but he quickly swerved to the left and closed in to bring his Gran Killers across her face.
War responded by bashing her burning shield across his body, knocking him back. He narrowed his eye at her and seethed. "So you're a chick now, huh? You're doing a pretty crappy job at messing with our heads cuz you're definately nobody I recognize."
"Your mind was just so easy to screw with, I thought I'd give myself a challenge," she chuckled, returning the burning glare.
"Whatever." Kheprius responded. "I know that Conquest bit the dust. I'm going to make sure you follow him." He charged towards her and slashed with his claws only for War to duck. Her wings of flames struck Kheprius' hand and burned at his black carapace.
He grunted and spun around, driving his foot into her ribs. "Unfortunately for you, sweetcheeks, I don't really have a sense of chivalry, so I'm not about to forget everything that you did just because you've got rack."
"Suits me fine," War responded, blazing towards him and surging fire from her sword that washed across his chest. She growled, kneeing him in the gut before following up with a mighty punch to his face.
Kheprius was thrown backwards and his form laced with smoke and embers. He fluttered his wings furiously and stopped himself, clenching his fists with anger. "Okay, you bitch, that's it!" he snapped. He was off toward her in a black streak, using the enhancements of the X-Antibody for all that he could.
He flew towards her in an irregular, unpredictable pattern. "Die!" he shouted, closing in on her.
Before he could fly up to her and ideally plunge his Gran Killers through her form, something massive slammed into the GrandisKuwagamon's body. It was like being hit by a GranLocomon. He was pushed through the air, away from War, by the mass until it finally stopped.
Kheprius grunted in pain and halted in the air, prepared to attack whatever hit him. For a moment, he lowered his guard. Before him was Tiwaz, the Ancient of Flames wings burned and intensely as War's did.
"Tiwaz?!" he asked in shock. "What are you doing here?! What the hell?! Why did you get in the way of that ugly piece of- AH!"
Tiwaz snarled furiously and clobbered Khep across the face with his foot. "That happens to be my wife, you stupid dung beetle!" he snapped fierily.
Khep was about to cuss in response, but until Tiwaz's words set in. "...Excuse me?!" he demanded in disbelief. It took a few moments for Kheprius to catch on to what he could have possibly been talking about. "You mean... that's your wife's form...?"
Tiwaz grimaced and looked to the side, nodding.
The GrandisKuwagamon whistled, impressed. "I take it back, fire newt. Not bad, for somebody like you," he spoke. His expression grew serious as the situation returned to him. "Why the hell did you stop me? You have to know that that's War and not your wife, right?!"
"Of course I do, you walnut-brained, scissor-faced scarab!" Tiwaz snarled. "But..."
"But what?! It's War! We have to kill it!" he explained heatedly. "You see how I said 'it', not 'her'? Your wife's dead, Tiwaz! That's just her body; it's not her."
"I KNOW THAT!" he roared furiously. The dragon grimaced and calmed down. "I know, but... How could I possibly? Everytime I try to attack her, I just see Rizalia... I know it's not her, but it's her body."
"Have you even tried to attack her?" he asked the AncientGreymon.
A shamed silence overtook Tiwaz.
Khep scoffed upon realizing that the answer was 'no'. "You're hesitating... That's what War wants," the black insect explained. "You may hesitate, but I won't. If you don't have the balls to attack, go attack one of the other two and stay out of my way."
Tiwaz gritted his teeth and glared at Kheprius. He was being talked to like a little kid. The dragon had half a mind to put the GrandisKuwagamon in his place, but he knew that Khep had a point. He couldn't actually bring himself to raise a claw against what looked like Rizalia, so he would just be getting in the way of Fenrir, Kheprius and the others. He was worried that if he tried to attack, he would just hesitate.
However, he felt uneasy about leaving. War was insulting his memory of his wife using that form and it burned him up inside. He knew that he had to make a choice. And he knew that it would not be easy.
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