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Sheriti looked at the streetlights before focusing her attention on the Rookie Digimon. The Impmon kept to himself knowing that Elecmon was directing his interest towards his female tamer. Unlike her previous Digimon, Qurban was not one to suspect any Digimon that approached Sheriti, so he stood idly beside her. Being a Data Digimon, its attribute camouflaged whether the Digimon leaned towards the good or bad. It never struck Sheriti odd how easily a Data Digimon could be accepted so easily from either position.
“Gosh, I’m so sorry, ” She apologized for her lack of memory, “but maybe if you gave me a little more detail about your tamer, I could then remember.”
The streetlight flickered once more, growling a caterwaul melody that alarmed Sheriti. She felt a light palm tug on her jeans. Qurban was peeling off his crimson scarf that choke his neck while he spoke, “I’m not liking where this is going, but we might have enough time for that, Sheriti.” The Impmon exchanged glances with the Elecmon before returning to Sheriti. He saw how difficult it was for her to crane her neck down so that her eyes met with his, but Digivolving into his older forms might bring attention to their petite group and it would be difficult if they were to be faced with more than one Vilemon.
Rooting from a benevolent nature, Sheriti nodded in agreement to the Elecmon but then it struck her how dense she acted. The tamer lifted both her hands and motioned in disagreement shaking her head. The idea of following another wild Digimon, especially if she did not recall their relationship was ridiculous….he would have disapproved it.
Then Sheriti stopped.
Sheriti looked back at the rookie Digimon that waited patiently while the human had the moment to collect herself. “You were separated from your tamer too?” Her body twisted behind her, and then she made some quick glances around her. Confident that no other bodies were around them she almost whispered to Elecmon, “You know Reniko?” Yet, before the Elecmon could reply Sheriti suddenly shot to the Impmon, “You told me he was in the Dark P-“ The tamer choked on her last words as if anyone that spoke them committed taboo.
Troubled, the indigo imp replied, “Doris told me herself. I have yet to be in the castle.”
“Her?!” Sheriti criticized.”Nevermind, then she might have lied! Yes, lead the way Elecmon.” Sheriti said, finally coming to a conclusion.
A revolting holler pierced an undersized portion of Network City. Virtuous soldiers froze in their positions while gripping their ears from the corrupted harmony deriving out of a tall ram, some collapse due to the lack of limbs to cover that task. Raiamon trembled, but overcame his temporary shock. He roared, encouraging his other comrades to continue the battle until a thick arm struck its rib cage cutting his paean short.
As if time has ceased for a moment, a long sneer spread across the rams face bearing its own sharp teeth. Mephistomon continued to force her palms into the Raiamon, burrowing deeper into his rib cage. The Digimon delightfully listened to every passing second of fracturing bones, imagining in detail how brittle they shattered from within. Raiamon’s large earring’s patted against his mane, sending its final chime. Mephistomon grabbed the lion and spun 180 degrees on her hoof releasing the Digimon, flinging him towards an edifice. The lion did not utter a sound once it collided against the wall, its body stiff.
Mephistomon recollected itself, allowing her extensive arms to swing beside her. Her tattered bat wings flicked the water briefly before becoming soaked once more. The area had a unpleasant odor from the feathered wings of the vaccine Digimon. Even Mephistomon’s fur gave off a nocuous stench due to the rain, but that only contributed towards her anger.
Three Spinomon’s reluctantly separated, forming in a triangle. Each lifted their scythed limbs croaking, “Shadow Sickle!” Together they crossed their arms sending light green slashes towards the ram.
Mephistomon watched the three champion Digimon progressively team together, but that did not satisfy her. She slashed the air and crooned, “Black Sabbath.” She released a ultra sound cry disrupting the particles which the attacks of the Spinomon’s depended on.
Their antennas twisted and coiled while their other allies witnessed in shock how their bodies responded with constant trembles. The Spinomon’s vocal were cut short as they saw a ghastly form leak above them. The Vaccine Digimon began to slash one another confused by the illusion of the undead prowling over their exoskeletons, but from their comrades perspective it only appeared as if the Spinimon’s were experiencing a seizure. No one else could distinguish what they saw.
When a Piddomon claimed to feel unwell, another did the same. Alarmed, the Digimon began to regard Mephistomon as a witch declaring her voice was her own curse. An uproar from the remaining group of soldiers rose as together they each began to flee the area.
Mephistomon exhaled through her nostrils, turning her attention to the claque above.
A D’Arcmon perched herself above the ledge of what was previously a pharmacy. “ Dear, even men flee from your atrocious voice than your appearance!” The angelic warrior mocked, taking her own satisfaction by pestering the viral Digimon.