02-08-2006, 11:13 PM
"When will you ever learn...TO STAY DOWN!" The enraged assailant pulled his sword for it's sheath and charged rapidly at the wounded reptile.
DemiVeemon seemed much too weak to stand again, giving it all he had to save his newly aquired partner. He couldn't take much more of this fighting, he was way out of his league. But what could be done?
"Hey, shorty!" The teen yelled.
Ninjamon stopped suddenly, turning in time to see a sharp projectile splitting the air, level with the digimon's head. The dwarf jumped sideways, holding his sword out to deflect it if he didn't get out of the way. The dagger missed it's mark, landing harmlessly on the ground. Grinding his teeth, the digimon turned to where the blade had originated.
Alan stood next to a familair tall oak, having pulled the dagger from the tree and whipped it at the ninja with all his might. The teen now glared at the tiny attacker, a shadow of fear in his eyes. He was already bleeding in several places, the ninja being a master swordsman.
"You want DemiVeemon, you'll have to go through me!" Alan roared as he sprinted at the miniscule threat.
Ninjamon chuckled at the teen's would-be bravery, still holding the deadly blade in his hands. That's right...line up for the slaughter...
Alan dashed forward, aiming to give Ninjamon a good swift kick in the teeth. The little predator was about the size of a soccer ball and would quickly have the same fate if the dark haired teen had his way. Though, Ninjamon had other plans.
"1...2.....3......." The digimon readied his blade as his prey approached, readying a mighty kick.
"Bubble Blast!"
The ninja found himself blinded suddenly, as a jet of bubbles made contact with his sensitive eyes. A second later, pain reared it's ugly head as Alan's shoe made contact with Ninjamon's head, sending him flying backward into a tree. This time, the creature did not land so gracefully, slamming into the unforgiving wood. A resounding crash was heard as the tiny assailant made contact with the tree, before falling to the ground with a grunt.
"Did we...win?" DemiVeemon asked cautiously, looking over toward the dense wall of trees.
"I don't think it's over yet...." The teen said slowly, stepping into the bushes to get a closer look. "This Ninja wouldn't go down that quickly..."
Indeed, he hadn't. The digimon in question had taken up roost on one of the top branches, currently gazing down at the human with hatred in his eyes. No one makes a fool out of Ninjamon!
DemiVeemon looked around the clearing curiously, wondering where the stealthy assailant had gone. Could he really be gone for good? The tiny reptile knew better than to underestimate his lifetime enemy, Ninjamon always had a way of coming back when you least expected it. After all, he was a master of subterfuge.
All was quiet...the battle had seemed to have ended...Ninjamon hadn't been seen since the attack. Alan and DemiVeemon waited paiently for the enemy to make his appearance, no body could be found in the trees to confirm they had won. But, did Digimon even die?
The answer came sooner than expected, a viscious roar echoing from deep in the forest, no visible source.
"No one gets away with making a fool of Ninjamon!"
The small assailant darted from the cover of the trees, a blur of color instantly appearing next to the tiny reptillian digimon.
"Say goodbye to your precious friend!" The enraged ninja roared, holding his blade level with DemiVeemon's head.
The reptile was too shocked to move, a silent tear sliding down his face. He knew the end was near, already two levels lower than his enemy and heavily damaged. "I'm sorry Alan."
Alan was speechless, he couldn't find the strength to move to protect his Digimon, his only friend in this strange world. He found himself subconciously gripping the black digimon tightly, his knuckles white. How could it end like this?
(OOC: Update maybe? If not, let me know."
DemiVeemon seemed much too weak to stand again, giving it all he had to save his newly aquired partner. He couldn't take much more of this fighting, he was way out of his league. But what could be done?
"Hey, shorty!" The teen yelled.
Ninjamon stopped suddenly, turning in time to see a sharp projectile splitting the air, level with the digimon's head. The dwarf jumped sideways, holding his sword out to deflect it if he didn't get out of the way. The dagger missed it's mark, landing harmlessly on the ground. Grinding his teeth, the digimon turned to where the blade had originated.
Alan stood next to a familair tall oak, having pulled the dagger from the tree and whipped it at the ninja with all his might. The teen now glared at the tiny attacker, a shadow of fear in his eyes. He was already bleeding in several places, the ninja being a master swordsman.
"You want DemiVeemon, you'll have to go through me!" Alan roared as he sprinted at the miniscule threat.
Ninjamon chuckled at the teen's would-be bravery, still holding the deadly blade in his hands. That's right...line up for the slaughter...
Alan dashed forward, aiming to give Ninjamon a good swift kick in the teeth. The little predator was about the size of a soccer ball and would quickly have the same fate if the dark haired teen had his way. Though, Ninjamon had other plans.
"1...2.....3......." The digimon readied his blade as his prey approached, readying a mighty kick.
"Bubble Blast!"
The ninja found himself blinded suddenly, as a jet of bubbles made contact with his sensitive eyes. A second later, pain reared it's ugly head as Alan's shoe made contact with Ninjamon's head, sending him flying backward into a tree. This time, the creature did not land so gracefully, slamming into the unforgiving wood. A resounding crash was heard as the tiny assailant made contact with the tree, before falling to the ground with a grunt.
"Did we...win?" DemiVeemon asked cautiously, looking over toward the dense wall of trees.
"I don't think it's over yet...." The teen said slowly, stepping into the bushes to get a closer look. "This Ninja wouldn't go down that quickly..."
Indeed, he hadn't. The digimon in question had taken up roost on one of the top branches, currently gazing down at the human with hatred in his eyes. No one makes a fool out of Ninjamon!
DemiVeemon looked around the clearing curiously, wondering where the stealthy assailant had gone. Could he really be gone for good? The tiny reptile knew better than to underestimate his lifetime enemy, Ninjamon always had a way of coming back when you least expected it. After all, he was a master of subterfuge.
All was quiet...the battle had seemed to have ended...Ninjamon hadn't been seen since the attack. Alan and DemiVeemon waited paiently for the enemy to make his appearance, no body could be found in the trees to confirm they had won. But, did Digimon even die?
The answer came sooner than expected, a viscious roar echoing from deep in the forest, no visible source.
"No one gets away with making a fool of Ninjamon!"
The small assailant darted from the cover of the trees, a blur of color instantly appearing next to the tiny reptillian digimon.
"Say goodbye to your precious friend!" The enraged ninja roared, holding his blade level with DemiVeemon's head.
The reptile was too shocked to move, a silent tear sliding down his face. He knew the end was near, already two levels lower than his enemy and heavily damaged. "I'm sorry Alan."
Alan was speechless, he couldn't find the strength to move to protect his Digimon, his only friend in this strange world. He found himself subconciously gripping the black digimon tightly, his knuckles white. How could it end like this?
(OOC: Update maybe? If not, let me know."