Griff4815
No. 1 Grovyle Fan
This is the sequel to my Digimon story, "A Dragon in Shining Armour". If you haven't read it, I strongly suggest you do so before reading this.
This story continues the adventures and trials of the Royal Knights, as various new threats emerge in the Digital World after almost a year of peace.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. However, I do own these characters and this original universe.
Rating: PG-16 for violence, mature themes, swearing, and other things.
Awards:
Best Non-Pokémon Chaptered Fic (2015)
Like before, chapters with the label "(Continued)" in the chapter list signify the chapter going over the character limit and forcing me to split the chapter into two posts. The "(Part I)" and "(Part II)" labels signify intentional chapter splits, as each part is chapter-length.
Chapter List:
Prologue: Black Pincer Company
Chapter 1: The Party - (Continued)
Chapter 2: A New Threat - (Continued)
Chapter 3: Times Past and Time Present - (Continued)
Chapter 4: Beneath the Surface - (Continued)
Chapter 5: A New Objective - (Continued)
Chapter 6: Cloak and Dagger - (Continued)
Chapter 7: Casus Belli
Chapter 8: The Aloof Hermit (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 8: The Aloof Hermit (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 9: Infiltration - (Continued)
Chapter 10: Behind the Barrier (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 10: Behind the Barrier (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 11: The Judgment of Miracles (Part I)
Chapter 11: The Judgment of Miracles (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 12: On War (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 12: On War (Part II) - (Continued) - (Continued)
Chapter 13: Fracture (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 13: I, Dukemon (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 13: Redress (Part III) - (Continued)
Chapter 14: Forlorn Hope - (Continued)
Chapter 15: Steel Will (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 15: Saviour (Part II) - (Continued) - (Continued)
Chapter 16: Sanctuary - (Continued)
Interlude
Chapter 17: Deception - (Continued)
Chapter 18: Escalation - (Continued)
Chapter 19: Ambition - (Continued)
Chapter 20: Betrayal (Part I)
Chapter 20: Betrayal (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 21: Before the Storm - (Continued)
Chapter 22: Blood and Iron - (Continued)
Chapter 23: Chaos - (Continued)
Chapter 24: Dance of the Machine God - (Continued)
Chapter 25: Hard Reset - (Continued)
Interlude: Act II
Chapter 26: Seven - (Continued)
Chapter 27: Confession - (Continued)
Chapter 28: The Prisoner of the Black Mist - (Continued) - (Continued)
Chapter 29: Daemonum et Angelorum - (Continued)
Chapter 30: Restraint - (Continued)
Chapter 31: A Crisis of Faith (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 31: A Crisis of Faith (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 31: A Crisis of Faith (Part III) - (Continued)
Chapter 32: First Encounters - (Continued)
Chapter 33: Evening Light (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 33: Black Claw (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 34: Arrière-pensée - (Continued)
Chapter 35: Phantom Sun (Part I)
Chapter 35: A Disillusioned Heart (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 36: The Shadow Of His Mind (Part I)
Chapter 36: The Shadow Of His Mind (Part II) - (Continued) - (Continued)
Chapter 37: Solace (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 37: Solace (Part II)
Chapter 38: Contrast - (Continued)
Chapter 39: Contract With The Devil (Part I) - (Continued)
Flames.
The long, tumultuous arms of fire rose up, whirling and thrashing as they grew. They danced and flickered erratically. Violently. Fire was indiscriminate about what it burned or which way it spread.
The walls gleamed with an intense orange colour and the pungent, stifling aroma of smoke filled the dank, musty air. Embers and glowing cinders blew in the breeze and flew deeper into the darkness. The wood snapped and crackled, and the windy roar of the blaze echoed.
The tempestuous flames reflected in a single red eye, which stared into the fire with a silent intensity.
The eye blinked and slowly gazed away, peering into the darkness.
It belonged to one of three figures. The trio were Digimon, all of whom sat around a small campfire inside of a cave. They stayed near the mouth of the cavern, so that they could still see outside into the starry night. If it weren’t for the campfire, the cave would be completely dark.
The Digimon who was the owner of the single eye blended right into the darkness. He had the body of a humanoid insect Digimon, and that body was covered by a hard, black carapace that shimmered in the orange light. Over this thick, protective exoskeleton was ebony armour that was just as dark. It covered the upper part of his chest, his shoulders, his forearms, and his shins. Below the long, black greaves covering his legs were his feet, from which three, long, sharp claws extended from each foot. The vambraces he wore over his forearms doubled as deadly weapons from which claws could extend and retract. They were known as Gran Killers, and their claws were almost as long as the insect Digimon’s arm.
His bug-like features were obvious. He had an insectoid head that was long and pointed, and he had a red, compound eye that gleamed against the flames. He also had a fearsome, serrated mouth, and long, scissor-like mandibles extending from his cheeks. They looked like they could snap a Digimon in half in a single chop. Additionally, he had four, long, irregular wings protruding from his back. They were formed in an ‘X‘-shape and seemed to have a bright, orange glow around their edges, which was less intense when he wasn’t flying. However, he had humanoid features aside from his body shape. Resting on his semi-crossed legs were his black hands, which had four fingers and a thumb. He also had long, thick, orange-red hair coming out of the back of his head. As the wind blew smoke and cinders towards him from the mouth of the cave, the hair swayed gently in the breeze. Finally, decorating the armour and pincers were jagged, grey stripes, which added to his dark, intimidating appearance.
The GrandisKuwagamon closed his eye and bowed his head. He appeared to be meditating.
Sitting next to him was a Digimon of similar stature, although maybe a bit bulkier. Although he had an insect-theme as well, he was much more humanoid in nature. His upper body was covered with dark bluish-purple armour that covered his chest from his abdomen to his neck. On the front was a yellow plate that matched the yellow trimming of his body armour as well as the thick armour over his forearms. This Digimon had a brawny form, evidenced by the thick, spiked, metal shoulder pads flanking his head. His legs were also covered, by greaves and boots. He also had plates covering his knees and quadriceps, which had the symbol of Thunder on them. Underneath all this armour was a dirty, orange jumpsuit that he wore from his neck to ankle. It was held up by belts and metal cuffs, and it served to cover his skin.
Like GrandisKuwagamon, he had wings coming out of his back. The thin, insect wings were covered by large, blue plates, which protruded from the back of his body armour, which also had AncientBeetlemon’s sigil of Thunder on his back. His humanoid head was protected by a blue helmet. Extending from his forehead was a long, hooked, azure horn.
The Blitzmon lay on his back with his hands behind his head, his calculating emerald eyes staring up at the dark roof of the cave.
The final Digimon sat on the opposite side of the fire from them, nearer to the cavern’s entrance. He had a similar appearance to Blitzmon thematically, but there were many differences. For one, he was much bigger. At a standing height, GrandisKuwagamon and Blitzmon only came up to just under his shoulders, excluding Blitzmon’s horn. This Digimon was much more mechanical and insect-like. While he had the same dark bluish-violet and yellow colour scheme as Blitzmon, his lower body consisted of armoured tank treads, valves, and pipes for pressurized gases. With those, he could roll or hover across the ground seamlessly. He also wore armour over his bulky upper body. He had broad shoulders that were covered by black pauldrons. Extending from these were long arms that had electrical cannons over the ends of them, resembling Gatling guns. On the end of his cannons, between the barrels, were plus signs, emphasizing his electrical nature. Right below these arms were a pair of smaller arms, which ended with claws. They drummed against the armour covering his treads agitatedly.
Under that heavy armour, he also wore an orange jumpsuit that covered his upper body and both pairs of arms. He had a thick, sturdy head that was covered with metal. Like Blitzmon, he had a long horn protruding from his head, but his was much thicker and more resilient. Instead of a simple horn, it was actually a heavy cannon that was linked to a targeting system inside his body. When targeting, a screen could emerge from his back and aid him in aiming his turret.
The Bolgmon had wide, green eyes and shrunken pupils. There was a wild, slightly unhinged look in his eyes that was only made worse when he let electricity spark between his two arm cannons. With a broad grin behind his metal mask, Bolgmon watched the strands of electricity shoot back and forth, lighting up his features further.
He then looked up, his psychotic smirk disappearing. “…So!” he spoke, addressing his two companions. “How long until we can get out of this shit hole?”
GrandisKuwagamon opened his eye and looked across the fire at him. “What’s the hurry, Bolg?” he asked him with a grin. “Still claustrophobic?”
“Screw off,” Bolgmon retorted with a glare. “D’you like sleeping in the dirt, Grandis? I thought we were done with that crap years ago!”
“Can’t be helped,” Blitzmon spoke up, sitting up again and looking over at the cyborg Digimon. “After that battle at the World Tree eight months ago, the Royal Knights have really been cracking down on mercenary teams because of all the mercs involved in the battle.”
“Tch,” GrandisKuwagamon scoffed. “They could have at least taken that damn tree down…” he muttered.
“…Of course, they only go after the more unscrupulous teams and companies like ours,” Blitzmon continued. “The moral, do-gooder ‘mercenary’ groups get a free pass.”
“Kowloon’s got hundreds of members but those knights still want to take us down?” Bolgmon asked. “Our company’s only got three members; the three of us!”
“Maybe, but you saw the wanted posters yourself, remember?” GrandisKuwagamon reminded him. “We’re small but effective. Not to mention the messes we left behind on a few jobs. I’m not surprised we showed up in their sights.”
Blitzmon nodded. “We should think about moving that fire deeper into the cave. If any scouts pass by, they’ll be able to see it.”
Bolgmon glanced into the dark of the cave and then over his shoulder to the outside. “You guys go ahead. No frigging way I’m going in there.”
“See? Wimp,” GrandisKuwagamon said with a smirk.
“Fuck you,” Bolgmon answered. “We should just chance it and go to an inn in a town. If anybody recognizes us, we can fight our way out.”
“And draw even more attention to ourselves,” GrandisKuwagamon sarcastically spoke. “Great idea.” He stood to his feet and folded his arms across his chest. “No, we should lay low for another few days and then do the job.”
“I agree,” Blitzmon said.
Bolgmon rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’m still not going in there.”
“Fine, just don’t get seen,” GrandisKuwagamon told him dismissively.
“I don’t have bolts for brains,” Bolgmon retorted.
“No; if anything, I’d say you’ve got a few screws loose,” GrandisKuwagamon said to him. He walked over to the fire and kicked at a branch, causing cinders and smoke to billow into the air. “So don’t blast anybody either.”
Bolgmon let out a laugh. “That’s up to them!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.
“I know you like target practice, but you won’t be laughin’ when all twelve Royal Knights come crashing down on your big, metal ass,” GrandisKuwagamon reminded him. “Worse, I don’t want to get cornered in a cave because you’re blast-happy.”
“Cripes. Relax. I was only kidding,” Bolgmon responded with a roll of his eyes.
“Tell me that when you have a hapless flying Digimon in your sights, begging you to shoot him,” GrandisKuwagamon countered with a smirk. “You can’t resist.”
The insect-like tank Digimon rolled over the ground towards them a few feet. “Like you’re the bastion of self control, Grandis,“ he sarcastically said.
“Epitome of self control,” Blitzmon corrected.
“Whatever. The point stands,” the larger Digimon said. He frowned and looked out of the mouth of the cave. “Why don’t we just leave? We can prob’ly reach Facture by morning if we travel all night.”
“Bolgmon has a point, GrandisKuwagamon,” Blitzmon decided, looking over at the black beetle man Digimon. “It’d be safer travelling at night than during the day, too.”
“And here I was looking forwards to sleeping,” GrandisKuwagamon sardonically replied, adjusting the Gran Killers on his wrists.
“We can crash out at an inn there when we arrive and then do the job at night,” Blitzmon suggested.
“Tch. Fine. You convinced me, Blitz,” the ebony insect conceded. “Anything to keep Bolgie from bitching about confined spaces.”
Bolgmon growled a bit. He rolled his treads over the fire, snuffing it out in a flood of smoke and ash. “Good. Let’s go.”
“Hit a nerve apparently,” GrandisKuwagamon mused, smirking and heading out of the cave. “D’you even have those?”
“Why don’t you hit the one in my elbow and see if I accidentally shoot you?” Bolgmon challenged.
“Hey, now. Save that aggression for our job,” GrandisKuwagamon told him with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Our client said that there’d definitely be guards protecting the target. They’re disposable.”
Bolgmon smiled darkly. “Can’t wait…”
“Just try not to level the block,” Blitzmon added. “Security is extremely tight there, and the D-Brigade is tremendously disciplined, even if those tin cans are neutral.”
GrandisKuwagamon nodded and walked out into the shadows of the cliff they stood under. He looked up and saw the mountain towering over them. “Slip in, eliminate the guards, grab the prints, slip out, get paid enough money to last us until next summer. Sound good?”
“Very,” Blitzmon responded, smirking and cracking his knuckles as electricity sparked between his hands.
“Oh, yeah. Let’s kick some ass,” Bolgmon agreed with a psychotic grin.
GrandisKuwagamon turned his back to them and walked out into the grass. Shadows passed over his blood red eye. “Okay, Black Pincer Company. Let’s move out…”
This story continues the adventures and trials of the Royal Knights, as various new threats emerge in the Digital World after almost a year of peace.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. However, I do own these characters and this original universe.
Rating: PG-16 for violence, mature themes, swearing, and other things.
Awards:
Best Non-Pokémon Chaptered Fic (2015)
Like before, chapters with the label "(Continued)" in the chapter list signify the chapter going over the character limit and forcing me to split the chapter into two posts. The "(Part I)" and "(Part II)" labels signify intentional chapter splits, as each part is chapter-length.
Chapter List:
Prologue: Black Pincer Company
Chapter 1: The Party - (Continued)
Chapter 2: A New Threat - (Continued)
Chapter 3: Times Past and Time Present - (Continued)
Chapter 4: Beneath the Surface - (Continued)
Chapter 5: A New Objective - (Continued)
Chapter 6: Cloak and Dagger - (Continued)
Chapter 7: Casus Belli
Chapter 8: The Aloof Hermit (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 8: The Aloof Hermit (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 9: Infiltration - (Continued)
Chapter 10: Behind the Barrier (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 10: Behind the Barrier (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 11: The Judgment of Miracles (Part I)
Chapter 11: The Judgment of Miracles (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 12: On War (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 12: On War (Part II) - (Continued) - (Continued)
Chapter 13: Fracture (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 13: I, Dukemon (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 13: Redress (Part III) - (Continued)
Chapter 14: Forlorn Hope - (Continued)
Chapter 15: Steel Will (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 15: Saviour (Part II) - (Continued) - (Continued)
Chapter 16: Sanctuary - (Continued)
Interlude
Chapter 17: Deception - (Continued)
Chapter 18: Escalation - (Continued)
Chapter 19: Ambition - (Continued)
Chapter 20: Betrayal (Part I)
Chapter 20: Betrayal (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 21: Before the Storm - (Continued)
Chapter 22: Blood and Iron - (Continued)
Chapter 23: Chaos - (Continued)
Chapter 24: Dance of the Machine God - (Continued)
Chapter 25: Hard Reset - (Continued)
Interlude: Act II
Chapter 26: Seven - (Continued)
Chapter 27: Confession - (Continued)
Chapter 28: The Prisoner of the Black Mist - (Continued) - (Continued)
Chapter 29: Daemonum et Angelorum - (Continued)
Chapter 30: Restraint - (Continued)
Chapter 31: A Crisis of Faith (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 31: A Crisis of Faith (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 31: A Crisis of Faith (Part III) - (Continued)
Chapter 32: First Encounters - (Continued)
Chapter 33: Evening Light (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 33: Black Claw (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 34: Arrière-pensée - (Continued)
Chapter 35: Phantom Sun (Part I)
Chapter 35: A Disillusioned Heart (Part II) - (Continued)
Chapter 36: The Shadow Of His Mind (Part I)
Chapter 36: The Shadow Of His Mind (Part II) - (Continued) - (Continued)
Chapter 37: Solace (Part I) - (Continued)
Chapter 37: Solace (Part II)
Chapter 38: Contrast - (Continued)
Chapter 39: Contract With The Devil (Part I) - (Continued)
Prologue: Black Pincer Company
Flames.
The long, tumultuous arms of fire rose up, whirling and thrashing as they grew. They danced and flickered erratically. Violently. Fire was indiscriminate about what it burned or which way it spread.
The walls gleamed with an intense orange colour and the pungent, stifling aroma of smoke filled the dank, musty air. Embers and glowing cinders blew in the breeze and flew deeper into the darkness. The wood snapped and crackled, and the windy roar of the blaze echoed.
The tempestuous flames reflected in a single red eye, which stared into the fire with a silent intensity.
The eye blinked and slowly gazed away, peering into the darkness.
It belonged to one of three figures. The trio were Digimon, all of whom sat around a small campfire inside of a cave. They stayed near the mouth of the cavern, so that they could still see outside into the starry night. If it weren’t for the campfire, the cave would be completely dark.
The Digimon who was the owner of the single eye blended right into the darkness. He had the body of a humanoid insect Digimon, and that body was covered by a hard, black carapace that shimmered in the orange light. Over this thick, protective exoskeleton was ebony armour that was just as dark. It covered the upper part of his chest, his shoulders, his forearms, and his shins. Below the long, black greaves covering his legs were his feet, from which three, long, sharp claws extended from each foot. The vambraces he wore over his forearms doubled as deadly weapons from which claws could extend and retract. They were known as Gran Killers, and their claws were almost as long as the insect Digimon’s arm.
His bug-like features were obvious. He had an insectoid head that was long and pointed, and he had a red, compound eye that gleamed against the flames. He also had a fearsome, serrated mouth, and long, scissor-like mandibles extending from his cheeks. They looked like they could snap a Digimon in half in a single chop. Additionally, he had four, long, irregular wings protruding from his back. They were formed in an ‘X‘-shape and seemed to have a bright, orange glow around their edges, which was less intense when he wasn’t flying. However, he had humanoid features aside from his body shape. Resting on his semi-crossed legs were his black hands, which had four fingers and a thumb. He also had long, thick, orange-red hair coming out of the back of his head. As the wind blew smoke and cinders towards him from the mouth of the cave, the hair swayed gently in the breeze. Finally, decorating the armour and pincers were jagged, grey stripes, which added to his dark, intimidating appearance.
The GrandisKuwagamon closed his eye and bowed his head. He appeared to be meditating.
Sitting next to him was a Digimon of similar stature, although maybe a bit bulkier. Although he had an insect-theme as well, he was much more humanoid in nature. His upper body was covered with dark bluish-purple armour that covered his chest from his abdomen to his neck. On the front was a yellow plate that matched the yellow trimming of his body armour as well as the thick armour over his forearms. This Digimon had a brawny form, evidenced by the thick, spiked, metal shoulder pads flanking his head. His legs were also covered, by greaves and boots. He also had plates covering his knees and quadriceps, which had the symbol of Thunder on them. Underneath all this armour was a dirty, orange jumpsuit that he wore from his neck to ankle. It was held up by belts and metal cuffs, and it served to cover his skin.
Like GrandisKuwagamon, he had wings coming out of his back. The thin, insect wings were covered by large, blue plates, which protruded from the back of his body armour, which also had AncientBeetlemon’s sigil of Thunder on his back. His humanoid head was protected by a blue helmet. Extending from his forehead was a long, hooked, azure horn.
The Blitzmon lay on his back with his hands behind his head, his calculating emerald eyes staring up at the dark roof of the cave.
The final Digimon sat on the opposite side of the fire from them, nearer to the cavern’s entrance. He had a similar appearance to Blitzmon thematically, but there were many differences. For one, he was much bigger. At a standing height, GrandisKuwagamon and Blitzmon only came up to just under his shoulders, excluding Blitzmon’s horn. This Digimon was much more mechanical and insect-like. While he had the same dark bluish-violet and yellow colour scheme as Blitzmon, his lower body consisted of armoured tank treads, valves, and pipes for pressurized gases. With those, he could roll or hover across the ground seamlessly. He also wore armour over his bulky upper body. He had broad shoulders that were covered by black pauldrons. Extending from these were long arms that had electrical cannons over the ends of them, resembling Gatling guns. On the end of his cannons, between the barrels, were plus signs, emphasizing his electrical nature. Right below these arms were a pair of smaller arms, which ended with claws. They drummed against the armour covering his treads agitatedly.
Under that heavy armour, he also wore an orange jumpsuit that covered his upper body and both pairs of arms. He had a thick, sturdy head that was covered with metal. Like Blitzmon, he had a long horn protruding from his head, but his was much thicker and more resilient. Instead of a simple horn, it was actually a heavy cannon that was linked to a targeting system inside his body. When targeting, a screen could emerge from his back and aid him in aiming his turret.
The Bolgmon had wide, green eyes and shrunken pupils. There was a wild, slightly unhinged look in his eyes that was only made worse when he let electricity spark between his two arm cannons. With a broad grin behind his metal mask, Bolgmon watched the strands of electricity shoot back and forth, lighting up his features further.
He then looked up, his psychotic smirk disappearing. “…So!” he spoke, addressing his two companions. “How long until we can get out of this shit hole?”
GrandisKuwagamon opened his eye and looked across the fire at him. “What’s the hurry, Bolg?” he asked him with a grin. “Still claustrophobic?”
“Screw off,” Bolgmon retorted with a glare. “D’you like sleeping in the dirt, Grandis? I thought we were done with that crap years ago!”
“Can’t be helped,” Blitzmon spoke up, sitting up again and looking over at the cyborg Digimon. “After that battle at the World Tree eight months ago, the Royal Knights have really been cracking down on mercenary teams because of all the mercs involved in the battle.”
“Tch,” GrandisKuwagamon scoffed. “They could have at least taken that damn tree down…” he muttered.
“…Of course, they only go after the more unscrupulous teams and companies like ours,” Blitzmon continued. “The moral, do-gooder ‘mercenary’ groups get a free pass.”
“Kowloon’s got hundreds of members but those knights still want to take us down?” Bolgmon asked. “Our company’s only got three members; the three of us!”
“Maybe, but you saw the wanted posters yourself, remember?” GrandisKuwagamon reminded him. “We’re small but effective. Not to mention the messes we left behind on a few jobs. I’m not surprised we showed up in their sights.”
Blitzmon nodded. “We should think about moving that fire deeper into the cave. If any scouts pass by, they’ll be able to see it.”
Bolgmon glanced into the dark of the cave and then over his shoulder to the outside. “You guys go ahead. No frigging way I’m going in there.”
“See? Wimp,” GrandisKuwagamon said with a smirk.
“Fuck you,” Bolgmon answered. “We should just chance it and go to an inn in a town. If anybody recognizes us, we can fight our way out.”
“And draw even more attention to ourselves,” GrandisKuwagamon sarcastically spoke. “Great idea.” He stood to his feet and folded his arms across his chest. “No, we should lay low for another few days and then do the job.”
“I agree,” Blitzmon said.
Bolgmon rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’m still not going in there.”
“Fine, just don’t get seen,” GrandisKuwagamon told him dismissively.
“I don’t have bolts for brains,” Bolgmon retorted.
“No; if anything, I’d say you’ve got a few screws loose,” GrandisKuwagamon said to him. He walked over to the fire and kicked at a branch, causing cinders and smoke to billow into the air. “So don’t blast anybody either.”
Bolgmon let out a laugh. “That’s up to them!” he exclaimed enthusiastically.
“I know you like target practice, but you won’t be laughin’ when all twelve Royal Knights come crashing down on your big, metal ass,” GrandisKuwagamon reminded him. “Worse, I don’t want to get cornered in a cave because you’re blast-happy.”
“Cripes. Relax. I was only kidding,” Bolgmon responded with a roll of his eyes.
“Tell me that when you have a hapless flying Digimon in your sights, begging you to shoot him,” GrandisKuwagamon countered with a smirk. “You can’t resist.”
The insect-like tank Digimon rolled over the ground towards them a few feet. “Like you’re the bastion of self control, Grandis,“ he sarcastically said.
“Epitome of self control,” Blitzmon corrected.
“Whatever. The point stands,” the larger Digimon said. He frowned and looked out of the mouth of the cave. “Why don’t we just leave? We can prob’ly reach Facture by morning if we travel all night.”
“Bolgmon has a point, GrandisKuwagamon,” Blitzmon decided, looking over at the black beetle man Digimon. “It’d be safer travelling at night than during the day, too.”
“And here I was looking forwards to sleeping,” GrandisKuwagamon sardonically replied, adjusting the Gran Killers on his wrists.
“We can crash out at an inn there when we arrive and then do the job at night,” Blitzmon suggested.
“Tch. Fine. You convinced me, Blitz,” the ebony insect conceded. “Anything to keep Bolgie from bitching about confined spaces.”
Bolgmon growled a bit. He rolled his treads over the fire, snuffing it out in a flood of smoke and ash. “Good. Let’s go.”
“Hit a nerve apparently,” GrandisKuwagamon mused, smirking and heading out of the cave. “D’you even have those?”
“Why don’t you hit the one in my elbow and see if I accidentally shoot you?” Bolgmon challenged.
“Hey, now. Save that aggression for our job,” GrandisKuwagamon told him with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Our client said that there’d definitely be guards protecting the target. They’re disposable.”
Bolgmon smiled darkly. “Can’t wait…”
“Just try not to level the block,” Blitzmon added. “Security is extremely tight there, and the D-Brigade is tremendously disciplined, even if those tin cans are neutral.”
GrandisKuwagamon nodded and walked out into the shadows of the cliff they stood under. He looked up and saw the mountain towering over them. “Slip in, eliminate the guards, grab the prints, slip out, get paid enough money to last us until next summer. Sound good?”
“Very,” Blitzmon responded, smirking and cracking his knuckles as electricity sparked between his hands.
“Oh, yeah. Let’s kick some ass,” Bolgmon agreed with a psychotic grin.
GrandisKuwagamon turned his back to them and walked out into the grass. Shadows passed over his blood red eye. “Okay, Black Pincer Company. Let’s move out…”
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