Let's make a game out of it. Whoever gets the final shot wins. There's no prize, needless to say. Unless you can think of something.
[Renamon jumps slightly, instinctively at the bark. But she turns her head, feeling the pain of her injuries sustained a week ago subside.
...Thank you, Labramon- Um. Eden?
[And she starts to run toward the creature herself, unsheathing her own claws and preparing to meet said giant flamin' cat. Needless to say, it doesn't end that well. The Armor digimon glances off both of their attacks, still charging toward the chosen. It wheels around the pair of them and their digimon in a circle, flames following it's wake.
It's pretty apparent at that point what it was doing. Chosen and Digimon are trapped with Lynxmon in that circle which is roughly the width of the road they stand on - flames preventing any form of retreat. There's nowhere to go - and slowly, the flames are closing in.
There's cars on the street, long-abandoned from the part of Tokyo the street belonged to. And even worse, the buildings at either side of the road are starting to catch fire. Lynxmon lowers it's head and roars again - a cunning fury in it's eyes as one of the cars explodes due to the heat.
Joshua braces himself, turning away from the explosion for fear of shrapnel. And he glances toward the creature, a small smile dancing at the corner of his mouth. Intimidated? Of course not. ]
....Looks like this'll be fun. Go for it, Renamon.
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Let's make a game out of it. Whoever gets the final shot wins. There's no prize, needless to say. Unless you can think of something.
[Renamon jumps slightly, instinctively at the bark. But she turns her head, feeling the pain of her injuries sustained a week ago subside.
...Thank you, Labramon- Um. Eden?
[And she starts to run toward the creature herself, unsheathing her own claws and preparing to meet said giant flamin' cat. Needless to say, it doesn't end that well. The Armor digimon glances off both of their attacks, still charging toward the chosen. It wheels around the pair of them and their digimon in a circle, flames following it's wake.
It's pretty apparent at that point what it was doing. Chosen and Digimon are trapped with Lynxmon in that circle which is roughly the width of the road they stand on - flames preventing any form of retreat. There's nowhere to go - and slowly, the flames are closing in.
There's cars on the street, long-abandoned from the part of Tokyo the street belonged to. And even worse, the buildings at either side of the road are starting to catch fire. Lynxmon lowers it's head and roars again - a cunning fury in it's eyes as one of the cars explodes due to the heat.
Joshua braces himself, turning away from the explosion for fear of shrapnel. And he glances toward the creature, a small smile dancing at the corner of his mouth. Intimidated? Of course not. ]
....Looks like this'll be fun. Go for it, Renamon.