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[dive_npc]

Who: A whole lot of folks.
What: Quest For The Tags Finale: Chaos
When: February 7th, Early Morning
Where: Paladin Point, Draco Island

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[dive_npc]

...it was enough, at least, to wrench Chaosmon's arm a bit. Enough to stop the attack again.

But the rest of his body didn't react. And then the Darkdramon arm snapped around again, swatting out at the Beelzebumon and sending him rocketing back DOWN into the earth below. Only... that was not all that went down.

The Darkdramon arm went with him. The Darkdramon arm was like a battering ram to Beelzebumon, who couldn't really escape its force, as it wiggled and squirmed like a serpent until it plowed itself AND Beelzebumon into the ground.

"WE ARE MANY... WE ARE ALL... ALL WITH ONE GOAL... ONE DESIRE...!"

The now one-armed Chaosmon swung around, swatting a dozen cannonballs back at the Halberd in the process with his Banchou Blade. And then... something began to glow brightly from his arm socket...

Meanwhile, on the ground, the Darkdramon arm suddenly began to break apart and reform... into a Darkdramon, about half Chaosmon's size. Only, this Darkdramon had no color. It was completely gray. This Darkdramon was also now stomping its foot on Beelzebumon.

"RISE, OUR WRAITH OF DARKNESS!"

[opposingsoul]

"We are Legion, for we are many," Vergil called out, now standing on the ground mere steps from Beelzebumon. "I've heard it before. I'm not impressed."

But it was not Vergil who would assist Beelzebumon. From nowhere, GranDracmon appeared right beside the monochrome Darkdramon. "Thanks for waiting for me!" He complained, the mouths at his hips releasing great spears of ice at point blank range into it. At the same time, he leaned forward and swiped Beelzebumon up from beneath the creature's foot.

"FASTER!" he criticized, leaping back from his foe. Unlike Vergil, GranDracmon was quite shaken by this foe.

[hunterdevil]

"MOVING!" Beelzebumon shouted, darting out of the hole he'd made in the ground as the Darkdramon Wraith was blasted back. He whirled around, training his gun at the thing's head. "DOUBLE IMPACT!"

As twin bullets launched from the weapon, Dante landed gracefully next to his brother. He straightened the gauntlets, before pulling Rebellion off his back.

"...I think it might just be more pissed off," he noted, unhelpfully.

[dive_npc]

The Darkdramon Wraith reeled back, the force of both attacks pushing him back. They didn't seem to fully impact him, in spite of hitting dead on, but he still seemed to FEEL it, which was more than could be said for Chaosmon. The Darkdramon Wraith reared its head back and released a mighty roar, thrusting its lance into the air and beckoning any challenger.

Chaosmon gave a high pitched screech, like that of a bird. And then light poured out of his empty arm socket, forming, taking shape, as glowing wings began to form around him.

"SO MANY DIGI-CORES... SO MANY LIVES...!



"WE ARE ALL, AND ALL SHALL SUFFER!"

His right arm was no longer a Darkdramon. It was a Valdurmon, and the light shining off his body acted as a sheer FORCE, blowing away all of the Halberd's cannon fire.