[Server] Digital Dining

[Super Buu]

OOC: The ensuing fight is to be played with the 'clapping music' from the duel at the end of Kill Bill I'll stop with this music shit soon, I swear.


"Yeeeeaaarrrrghh!"

The grey hare-like digimon launched himself at the dragon, claws outstretched, aiming to cut and tear. Ryuudamon rolled out of the way, swiping the Iai Blade back without looking to see if it hit. He somehow knew without looking.

"You ... argh! My hand!"

From what Greg could see, Gazimon's hand had been cut clean off. He was holding it tightly in the claws of his intact hand, attempting to stem the flow of whatever it was that was seeping from the wound. It could only be described as some kind of code, the same kind that Greg had seen upon his entry into the Digital World. The crowd gasped, some of them turning away in shock.

"You hurt Gazimon!" grunted Goblinmon. It was one of the longest string of words he'd ever spoken. "Me kill you!"

"I'd like to see you try," said Ryuudamon calmly, pointing his sword towards the green-skinned halfwit.

Needing no further encouragement, Goblinmon ran towards the dragon, grabbing the end of the blade in his hands.

"Huh?" muttered the lizard, jerking the sword around with little effect. "Tough skin, I guess."

"Goblin Bomb!" shouted the monster, pulling out a bomb and lugging it towards Ryuudamon, who reacted quick as a flash;

"Helmet Return!"

The bomb bounced off the glowing surface of Ryuudamon's head, back towards its owner. Too slow to react, Goblinmon felt the full force of his own attack, being blasted backwards to the floor.

The armour-clad digimon cracked his shoulders, then turned back to Gazimon, who was still cradling his hand. "Gazimon ... I said I'd kill you first, didn't I?"

Emitting some kind of high-pitched scream, the hare ran at Ryuudamon, who swiftly made an upward diagonal slice. It cut up, tearing out strings of green coding before exiting through a shoulder. The divided digimon gave out one last, anguished cry as he began 'dissolving' from the cut. Eventually the last echoes of the scream came to an end, as his body disappeared completely. With that job completed, Ryuudamon turned to the goblin, who was getting to his feet.

"Goblinmon. You're not really a bad guy. You're just in with the wrong people. Walk away and nobody else has to die."

The orange-mohawked fighter stopped for a second, his eyes looking upwards in some kind of thought. Then he nodded, and started walking to the door.

"Thank you ..." said the armour-clad reptile.

Suddenly Greg shouted out; "Ryuudamon, behind you!"

Wham!

"Huhuhu ..." Goblinmon stood over his fallen opponent, an expression of dull glee upon his face. "Me call dat Goblin Strike!"

"Ryuudamon!" yelled out the human. "Are you alright?" He ran over, shaking the dragon by the shoulder. "Get up!"

"I said ... get back," the fallen monster managed to heave.

"Now you!" grunted the green-skinned monster to Greg. "Goblin Strike!"