Kamotz
God of Monsters
Samael watched as Bedivere and the rest of the Peacemakers charged into battle with the Mikaboshi and his underlings. The fallen angel sensed no hope for victory; even if their full number was assembled they would still fall; even if their dead returned there would be no chance, but still the Peacemakers charged forward with angry roars. And Samael felt the urge to roar in kind.
He tore into the broken city streets as Bedivere led the assault on the Mikaboshi himself. There were others--the Mikaboshi's minions--to contend with. Samael would let the rest of the Peacemakers deal with the Mikaboshi for now. The time would come; when they were all worn and tired, he would deal the finishing blow.
...If he survived until then.
The street in front of him suddenly ripped apart as some variant of the BlackWarGreymon species tore through it from underneath. The dark dragon let out a vicious roar as he seemed to rejoice in the destruction he caused. He raised his clawed hand and swept it violently to the side; the distortion it caused crumpled another nearby building and he once more let out a throaty laugh. He turned around and his yellow eyes settled on Samael.
"Oy!" Samael shouted. "I'm Samael. I'm here to kill you. What name can I carve on your tombstone?"
The ChaosBlackWarGreymon let out a vicious snarl.
"That's nice and all," Samael smirked. "But I'm gonna need you to work with me and throw in some vowels there or I'm not gonna be able to spell that."
"I am Zahhak!" the Chaos Lord growled. "I am the ripper of the seven winds. The third lord. The--"
"That's not gonna fit," Samael admonished. "How do you spell 'Zahhak'? Is it like...with a 'z' or an 'x'? I was really hoping for something more like 'Bill' or 'Martin'."
"Die!" Zahhak snarled. He surged forward with monstrous speed and shoved his long claws into Samael's chest before the fallen angel could react. Zahhak drove Samael forward and smashed him through several buildings before ripping his clawed gauntlets out of the fallen angel's chest and hurling him to the ground.
"Ow," Samael groaned. "Fine, no games then." He sprang to his feet and met Zahhak's incoming charge. His claws screeched against the Chaos Lord's chestplate and helm, sending a shower of sparks between the two combatants.
The Chaos Lord struck again, slashing with his claws; but Samael dodged around the strike and struck his opponent across the face with a spinning kick. Zahhak stumbled back but simultaneously lashed out with a kick of his own that sent Samael flying. The Fallen One skidded to a stop, drew his shotguns, and blasted Zahhak with a barrage of rounds. The Chaos Lord fell back; forced to protect the unarmored parts of his body. Unfortunately for Samael, however, aside from the jarring impact, his rounds did little damage to the Chaos Lord's armor.
Zahhak seemed to finally grow tired of Samael's assault. He dropped his guard and flew straight towards Samael with blistering speed. He spear-tacked the fallen angel and drove him to the ground. Zahhak stood over Samael, his foot on his chest and raised his Dramon Killer gauntlets for a deadly blow. But Samael wasn't so easily overwhelmed; his gun was ready and he sent a slug hammering home right between Zahhak's eyes.
The Chaos Lord roared in pain and frustration and stumbled back, turning his back to Samael in the process. The Fallen One wasted no time; he drew a scimitar and leaped forward, aiming his blade at the lighter and more flexible armor around his opponent's neck. But Zahhak seemed to sense his intent and swung one arm blindly; the blow caught Samael and sent him tumbling over the ground. He quickly scrambled to his feet, but Zahhak was already upon him once more.
Samael quickly parried Zahhak's thrust and jammed his shotgun under the Chaos Lord's chin. He fired off an explosive slug that sent Zahhak tumbling back; he staggered forward only to have his face be met by one of Samael's wild haymakers. The blow knocked Zahhak off his feet and Samael raced to capitalize, aiming a stiff kick towards the dragon-man's ribs. But Zahhak recovered too quickly; he stopped Samael's foot with one arm and drove the claws on his other deep into the fallen angel's stomach.
"And now you die," Zahhak sneered.
"Eat. Me," Samael choked out. Zahhak roared in frustration and hoisted the still-impaled Samael over his head.
"Black Tornado!" he shouted. He spun wildly for a moment and used that tremendous momentum to hurl Samael high into the air and through the city. Samael slammed into building after building, finally coming to a stop in a tower bedroom.
"Sonovab*tch," Samael growled, wincing as he prodded at his injuries. From the hole he'd crashed through, he could already see Zahhak racing towards him. "Crap, here he comes again." He glanced around and spotted a large armoire in the corner of the room. "Ah hell, why not?"
As Zahhak burst through the room, he was immediately set upon by Samael and the heavy armoire. The Fallen One brought the massive piece of furniture down with all his might and smashed it over Zahhak's head. The blow stunned Zahhak long enough for Samael to prepare his next move.
"Corona Blaster!" Samael shouted. The bolt of unholy power slammed into Zahhak and exploded, sending him flying out of the tower and crashing into the streets below. "That'll show that--uh oh."
"Terra Destroyer!" Zahhak roared from the rubble below. He sent a massive sphere of energy--what Samael could only guess was called "chaotic energy--towards the tower.
Samael dropped from his Blast Mode and leapt through a back window in hopes of escaping the blast, but the explosion was just too massive to avoid. Samael was swept up in a conflagration of fire and sent hurtling towards the ground. He glanced up to see the whirling black tornado that was Zahhak tearing towards him. He gritted his teeth and prepared himself.
"Sonova--"
"Hand of Fate!"
A blast of white light slammed into the Zahhak-tornado and knocked him right into a nearby building. Michael stumbled forward, back in his MagnaAngemon form. His fight with the Mikaboshi had left him severely weakened, but he held himself proudly. The Excalibur ignited and Michael moved to stand by Samael's side.
"Where the hell have you been?" Samael demanded. "I figured you were dead."
"Worried about me?" Michael mocked.
"You kidding? I was just wondering who I could hand my application for that vacant 'Hand of God' position to at Digimon Resources," Samael said with a snort. "But then I realized that everyone from Resources was ganked and smeared all over this lovely city so I figured, 'what the hell? Let's follow our idiot leader to certain doom. I got nothing better to do'."
"I'm glad to see the prospect of global annihilation hasn't dampened your spirits," Michael said.
"You know how heavily self-medicated I am right now?" Samael asked. "There's nothing in the universe that could dampen my spirits." The rubble shifted as Zahhak rose to his feet. "Okay. I lied. That's a little dampening."
He tore into the broken city streets as Bedivere led the assault on the Mikaboshi himself. There were others--the Mikaboshi's minions--to contend with. Samael would let the rest of the Peacemakers deal with the Mikaboshi for now. The time would come; when they were all worn and tired, he would deal the finishing blow.
...If he survived until then.
The street in front of him suddenly ripped apart as some variant of the BlackWarGreymon species tore through it from underneath. The dark dragon let out a vicious roar as he seemed to rejoice in the destruction he caused. He raised his clawed hand and swept it violently to the side; the distortion it caused crumpled another nearby building and he once more let out a throaty laugh. He turned around and his yellow eyes settled on Samael.
"Oy!" Samael shouted. "I'm Samael. I'm here to kill you. What name can I carve on your tombstone?"
The ChaosBlackWarGreymon let out a vicious snarl.
"That's nice and all," Samael smirked. "But I'm gonna need you to work with me and throw in some vowels there or I'm not gonna be able to spell that."
"I am Zahhak!" the Chaos Lord growled. "I am the ripper of the seven winds. The third lord. The--"
"That's not gonna fit," Samael admonished. "How do you spell 'Zahhak'? Is it like...with a 'z' or an 'x'? I was really hoping for something more like 'Bill' or 'Martin'."
"Die!" Zahhak snarled. He surged forward with monstrous speed and shoved his long claws into Samael's chest before the fallen angel could react. Zahhak drove Samael forward and smashed him through several buildings before ripping his clawed gauntlets out of the fallen angel's chest and hurling him to the ground.
"Ow," Samael groaned. "Fine, no games then." He sprang to his feet and met Zahhak's incoming charge. His claws screeched against the Chaos Lord's chestplate and helm, sending a shower of sparks between the two combatants.
The Chaos Lord struck again, slashing with his claws; but Samael dodged around the strike and struck his opponent across the face with a spinning kick. Zahhak stumbled back but simultaneously lashed out with a kick of his own that sent Samael flying. The Fallen One skidded to a stop, drew his shotguns, and blasted Zahhak with a barrage of rounds. The Chaos Lord fell back; forced to protect the unarmored parts of his body. Unfortunately for Samael, however, aside from the jarring impact, his rounds did little damage to the Chaos Lord's armor.
Zahhak seemed to finally grow tired of Samael's assault. He dropped his guard and flew straight towards Samael with blistering speed. He spear-tacked the fallen angel and drove him to the ground. Zahhak stood over Samael, his foot on his chest and raised his Dramon Killer gauntlets for a deadly blow. But Samael wasn't so easily overwhelmed; his gun was ready and he sent a slug hammering home right between Zahhak's eyes.
The Chaos Lord roared in pain and frustration and stumbled back, turning his back to Samael in the process. The Fallen One wasted no time; he drew a scimitar and leaped forward, aiming his blade at the lighter and more flexible armor around his opponent's neck. But Zahhak seemed to sense his intent and swung one arm blindly; the blow caught Samael and sent him tumbling over the ground. He quickly scrambled to his feet, but Zahhak was already upon him once more.
Samael quickly parried Zahhak's thrust and jammed his shotgun under the Chaos Lord's chin. He fired off an explosive slug that sent Zahhak tumbling back; he staggered forward only to have his face be met by one of Samael's wild haymakers. The blow knocked Zahhak off his feet and Samael raced to capitalize, aiming a stiff kick towards the dragon-man's ribs. But Zahhak recovered too quickly; he stopped Samael's foot with one arm and drove the claws on his other deep into the fallen angel's stomach.
"And now you die," Zahhak sneered.
"Eat. Me," Samael choked out. Zahhak roared in frustration and hoisted the still-impaled Samael over his head.
"Black Tornado!" he shouted. He spun wildly for a moment and used that tremendous momentum to hurl Samael high into the air and through the city. Samael slammed into building after building, finally coming to a stop in a tower bedroom.
"Sonovab*tch," Samael growled, wincing as he prodded at his injuries. From the hole he'd crashed through, he could already see Zahhak racing towards him. "Crap, here he comes again." He glanced around and spotted a large armoire in the corner of the room. "Ah hell, why not?"
As Zahhak burst through the room, he was immediately set upon by Samael and the heavy armoire. The Fallen One brought the massive piece of furniture down with all his might and smashed it over Zahhak's head. The blow stunned Zahhak long enough for Samael to prepare his next move.
"Corona Blaster!" Samael shouted. The bolt of unholy power slammed into Zahhak and exploded, sending him flying out of the tower and crashing into the streets below. "That'll show that--uh oh."
"Terra Destroyer!" Zahhak roared from the rubble below. He sent a massive sphere of energy--what Samael could only guess was called "chaotic energy--towards the tower.
Samael dropped from his Blast Mode and leapt through a back window in hopes of escaping the blast, but the explosion was just too massive to avoid. Samael was swept up in a conflagration of fire and sent hurtling towards the ground. He glanced up to see the whirling black tornado that was Zahhak tearing towards him. He gritted his teeth and prepared himself.
"Sonova--"
"Hand of Fate!"
A blast of white light slammed into the Zahhak-tornado and knocked him right into a nearby building. Michael stumbled forward, back in his MagnaAngemon form. His fight with the Mikaboshi had left him severely weakened, but he held himself proudly. The Excalibur ignited and Michael moved to stand by Samael's side.
"Where the hell have you been?" Samael demanded. "I figured you were dead."
"Worried about me?" Michael mocked.
"You kidding? I was just wondering who I could hand my application for that vacant 'Hand of God' position to at Digimon Resources," Samael said with a snort. "But then I realized that everyone from Resources was ganked and smeared all over this lovely city so I figured, 'what the hell? Let's follow our idiot leader to certain doom. I got nothing better to do'."
"I'm glad to see the prospect of global annihilation hasn't dampened your spirits," Michael said.
"You know how heavily self-medicated I am right now?" Samael asked. "There's nothing in the universe that could dampen my spirits." The rubble shifted as Zahhak rose to his feet. "Okay. I lied. That's a little dampening."