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Knight of RPGs
Bedivere was caked in burning light, which faded to reveal his Slayerdramon form as he shed his evolution in the aftermath of the battle. He fell to one knee, taking in gasps of breath, the fight against the Witnesses had taken a toll on him.
Vritra gave a snarl of anger and with a beat of her wings, she glided away from the other Peacemakers, landing perched atop a head of rubble as flame crackled around her form, reacting to her burning frustration and rage. The BurningGreymon continued to snarl anger, staving off the feeling of exhaustion running through her. To have to rely on anyone but herself was an experience she loathed, and she silently swore to never allow it to happen again.
What made it worse was not just having to rely on another's power over her own, but how powerless she had been against the Witnesses. Despite all her power, she hadn't even scratched them, and that just made her even angrier. If she didn't know better, she'd have sworn Mephistopheles was laughing at her right then, which made her eyes burn brighter with rage.
"I won't be made a fool of," she snarled bitterly...
-
"Are you alright?"
Bedivere glanced sideways at Guinier, who was looking at him with concern, Caradoc standing just behind her like a shadow.
"Fine," the Slayerdramon murmured, standing up with a glance at Michael. "I'm fine." They both knew he was lying, but Guinier knew raising the issue wasn't needed. Bedivere was just angry, angry that they'd been led into this, angry that Mephistopheles had already taken so much life as an after-effect of breaking a single seal.
"We'll make him pay," Caradoc said, also picking up on the knight's anger. "When we find Mephistopheles, he'll pay for what he's done."
"His wrath undoes the wicked... his might upholds the weak..." Bedivere whispered. "This shouldn't have happened. We should have found Mephistopheles first, before he did this. Vritra was right... we should have found and killed him, before he could cause this to happen."
"We didn't know where he was, and 'what ifs' and 'we shoulds' won't do anything," Caradoc replied. "We can't change what happened here, but we can learn from it and be ready." Bedivere fixed his jet-black comrade with a chill gaze.
"You don't know how it feels to be responsible for this," he said softly. "How many lives were lost, because I preached caution? Because I didn't listen to the advice I was given?"
"You're prepared to listen to her over us?" Caradoc retorted, gesturing to Vritra fierily, his eyes hardening. "Do you even know who she is, Bedivere? Vritra Ahi. She's a mercenary, a cold-blooded killer who sells her services to whoever the hell she thinks will give her a good battle. She doesn't care about who dies, so long as she can kill. That's who you intend to let advise you?"
"If she gives the right advice, then yes!" Bedivere snapped. "If I'd done as she said, this wouldn't have happened." Caradoc shook his head with a bitter sigh.
"You've changed," he said with a bitter tone. "I can understand that you fee guilty, but to even consider..."
"I am your leader!" Bedivere interrupted. "I am the Lord of the Empty Seat, the chosen protector of the Digital World, Caradoc Stern!"
"Shouting at me about your title and prowess changes nothing," Caradoc replied just as sharply. "You think you're a leader? A true leader will listen to each and every suggestion, and make a sound judgment at the time. A true leader doesn't blame those under his command when the wrong choice is made, and he doesn't lament that choice. He moves forward, learning from it as to not repeat his error. So stop shouting, and start planning our next move, Bedivere." With that, he turned and strode away, Guinier following him with a look of disapproval back at Bedivere, whose eyes narrowed, before he gave a sigh of bitterness...
Vritra gave a snarl of anger and with a beat of her wings, she glided away from the other Peacemakers, landing perched atop a head of rubble as flame crackled around her form, reacting to her burning frustration and rage. The BurningGreymon continued to snarl anger, staving off the feeling of exhaustion running through her. To have to rely on anyone but herself was an experience she loathed, and she silently swore to never allow it to happen again.
What made it worse was not just having to rely on another's power over her own, but how powerless she had been against the Witnesses. Despite all her power, she hadn't even scratched them, and that just made her even angrier. If she didn't know better, she'd have sworn Mephistopheles was laughing at her right then, which made her eyes burn brighter with rage.
"I won't be made a fool of," she snarled bitterly...
-
"Are you alright?"
Bedivere glanced sideways at Guinier, who was looking at him with concern, Caradoc standing just behind her like a shadow.
"Fine," the Slayerdramon murmured, standing up with a glance at Michael. "I'm fine." They both knew he was lying, but Guinier knew raising the issue wasn't needed. Bedivere was just angry, angry that they'd been led into this, angry that Mephistopheles had already taken so much life as an after-effect of breaking a single seal.
"We'll make him pay," Caradoc said, also picking up on the knight's anger. "When we find Mephistopheles, he'll pay for what he's done."
"His wrath undoes the wicked... his might upholds the weak..." Bedivere whispered. "This shouldn't have happened. We should have found Mephistopheles first, before he did this. Vritra was right... we should have found and killed him, before he could cause this to happen."
"We didn't know where he was, and 'what ifs' and 'we shoulds' won't do anything," Caradoc replied. "We can't change what happened here, but we can learn from it and be ready." Bedivere fixed his jet-black comrade with a chill gaze.
"You don't know how it feels to be responsible for this," he said softly. "How many lives were lost, because I preached caution? Because I didn't listen to the advice I was given?"
"You're prepared to listen to her over us?" Caradoc retorted, gesturing to Vritra fierily, his eyes hardening. "Do you even know who she is, Bedivere? Vritra Ahi. She's a mercenary, a cold-blooded killer who sells her services to whoever the hell she thinks will give her a good battle. She doesn't care about who dies, so long as she can kill. That's who you intend to let advise you?"
"If she gives the right advice, then yes!" Bedivere snapped. "If I'd done as she said, this wouldn't have happened." Caradoc shook his head with a bitter sigh.
"You've changed," he said with a bitter tone. "I can understand that you fee guilty, but to even consider..."
"I am your leader!" Bedivere interrupted. "I am the Lord of the Empty Seat, the chosen protector of the Digital World, Caradoc Stern!"
"Shouting at me about your title and prowess changes nothing," Caradoc replied just as sharply. "You think you're a leader? A true leader will listen to each and every suggestion, and make a sound judgment at the time. A true leader doesn't blame those under his command when the wrong choice is made, and he doesn't lament that choice. He moves forward, learning from it as to not repeat his error. So stop shouting, and start planning our next move, Bedivere." With that, he turned and strode away, Guinier following him with a look of disapproval back at Bedivere, whose eyes narrowed, before he gave a sigh of bitterness...