[Directory] Forlorn isn't just an Emotion

[Hellfighter 17]

With a quick stumble of her foot the girl soon found herself aloft in mid-air. The ground below her had run away and now she was left with a hole; how befitting. Her screeching would be swallowed by her captive divot and sent to rupture the surrounding earth. The woman didn?t fall long; only for about a second since she had only fallen down ten or so meters. Luckily enough, she hadn?t landed on her bottom?this ?luck? didn?t make her feel any better about landing on her face, though. Her cheek was now showing some flesh as it was cut roughly. The rest of her didn?t her too badly except for her chest, which was very sensitive to that kind of pressure. ?Ouch. . .? she moaned half-heartedly. The latest incident had taken its toll on the girl and she was now exhausted, just about ready to faint.

?Betamon. . .? she cried, hoping that the digimon she had rejected would answer her call. She tried to get up onto her legs, but she just didn?t have it in her. Micla was now regretting leaving the rookie more than ever by leaps and bounds, and she wasn?t sure what would happen to her. It was hard to be able to observe what was around her or how large the chasm?if you could call it that?really was since her eyes were continuously wincing due to the pain she had accumulate din her lone expedition thus far.

?Betamon. . .? she cried out again, hoping for the fish-like monster to come to her aid.