Partner Digimon: Zubaeagermon
Digimon Lvl: Champion (In-Training)
Location: Witchelny, Nyttliv
Tag: @Crimson Lion @Shiyonichi @Duthguy
"Zubaeagermon!"
Phase stepped out from the light, abolishing its glow. He focused solely on Cyclomon, even as he instinctively walked in tandem with Gilt. His Digivice spoke clearly from his pocket.
Its voice was digitized and unisex. "Zubaeagermon! The champion level of Zubamon. It advances without stopping even on flat land or bad roads! It is a Weapon Digimon which can transform into a sword!!"
"Sword Mode, Gilt."
Zubaeagermon dashed off into a sprint before leaping up and taking off into the sky. It vanished beyond the clouds, where loud clinks and the sound of metal sliding off one another roamed. A golden gleam blinked into existence as a large sword impaled the earth.
Phase stepped up to its golden, sleek hilt. Compared to him, it was more like bastard sword, but it would do. He pulled at it and found the weapon to be surprisingly light, as if made for him to wield. He yanked it out the earth and heaved it around to his left side. Its edge was bright with a cool whiteness.
I'll control your arms, Phase. The legs are yours to move.
Phase didn't argue instead he simply moved.
He moved passed the hasty and heated blasts that Cyclomon was spewing. And once he got into range, he leapt onto the massive arm that had crashed down into the railway. His gritted his teeth as he swiftly traversed its length to his neck. The Digimon jerked back, trying to shake him off. But it was too late. Phase yanked his arms back, bringing Gilt's massive blade with him, and hacked its head off with forward arc.
A stream of data slowly spewed from its severed head as it fell to the ground with a THUMMM!
Lost. Yea, he felt lost. Angry mostly but lost too. Even as he held Gilt at his side, his foot planted firmly on the slowly fading corpse of Cyclomon. He had felt totally and completely lost.
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Liollmon was broken. The lower portion of his body had no feeling. However, he would convey something to Gabumon. A single wish, mentally told, through his leaking data. Yggdrasil... It came to me. Meld my data with, Nyaromon. A miracle will be set into action. His remaining eye fixed itself on the wailing, burned, Nyaromon. Then onto Gabumon. His mouth faintly smiled. Thank you.
Then Liollmon released his final breath.