Night 59: Main Street
[from here]
Before being overran was a well enough warning any other night. Here, however, tonight-- The Digimon's reflexes were higher, tighter; she could feel the lack of general lag like a set of weights being removed. She was assured of her own speed and agility--of shifting from this reality if need be--and if she was utterly honest with herself, there were a few other things she was sure she could use again as well. She planned to move quickly, check for what three others had asked of her, and do as much as could be done before the night ended.
This did not allow for any interruptions. Like the straggling, moaning zombi a store down as soon as she stepped outside. If Renamon slipped from the visible spectrum there was no problem to be seen. However, she had a human with her that couldn't hide as well. There existed, briefly, a slow grin upon her features. No matter, then. It wouldn't be as subtle, but give her her dues. It wasn't as if she wasn't going to try at some point.
Renamon dashed forward a few steps, then leapt up into the air, hovering for a moment at roof level. Her limbs curled inward, a light glow surrounding them, before she thrust them out. As she did, what looked like ice chips appeared in front of her. The Digimon smirked. This fight had now become one-sided. "Diamond Storm!" The chips hardened, shining like glass, and tore down into the zombi below, ripping them to nothing but shreds. Renamon dropped down, landing lightly on her feet, looking over her work. The same amount of damage. If she hadn't still been in a human body, she would have thought everything was back to normal. As things were....
She glanced back to the man, briefly concerned.
Before being overran was a well enough warning any other night. Here, however, tonight-- The Digimon's reflexes were higher, tighter; she could feel the lack of general lag like a set of weights being removed. She was assured of her own speed and agility--of shifting from this reality if need be--and if she was utterly honest with herself, there were a few other things she was sure she could use again as well. She planned to move quickly, check for what three others had asked of her, and do as much as could be done before the night ended.
This did not allow for any interruptions. Like the straggling, moaning zombi a store down as soon as she stepped outside. If Renamon slipped from the visible spectrum there was no problem to be seen. However, she had a human with her that couldn't hide as well. There existed, briefly, a slow grin upon her features. No matter, then. It wouldn't be as subtle, but give her her dues. It wasn't as if she wasn't going to try at some point.
Renamon dashed forward a few steps, then leapt up into the air, hovering for a moment at roof level. Her limbs curled inward, a light glow surrounding them, before she thrust them out. As she did, what looked like ice chips appeared in front of her. The Digimon smirked. This fight had now become one-sided. "Diamond Storm!" The chips hardened, shining like glass, and tore down into the zombi below, ripping them to nothing but shreds. Renamon dropped down, landing lightly on her feet, looking over her work. The same amount of damage. If she hadn't still been in a human body, she would have thought everything was back to normal. As things were....
She glanced back to the man, briefly concerned.