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Who: Vergil and Dracmon, ???
What: Vergil's expectations are proven right.
When: Sept. 28, late afternoon.
Where: Campsite, D'Ango forest.
( Vergil was sitting beside a campfire in the forest. )
What: Vergil's expectations are proven right.
When: Sept. 28, late afternoon.
Where: Campsite, D'Ango forest.
( Vergil was sitting beside a campfire in the forest. )
He floated back, and... screamed. Dark Digi-Soul exploded around his body, as he dropped to the ground, tearing up the forest floor beneath his feet.
Mushamon clutched one of his wounds, and fell to one knee, staring at SangLoupmon. "Should have... killed me earlier... for Sir Zero's sake..."
Suddenly, the Dark Digi-Soul faded, and Zero hunched over. He scooped his Z-Saber from the ground, and...
...reverted his armor back to its normal, crimson state. Still glaring hard at Vergil, he reached for and activated a Time Space Jumper, lobbing it at Mushamon.
As the spatial distortion took him away from there, Mushamon could last be seen bowing his head to SangLoupmon.
Zero slammed his Z-Saber back into its place on his back, and scowled at Vergil. "...you've won, yes. But what you say, what I've become... That's not something I have the power to break..."
He held up another Time Space Jumper.
"...the only way it can be... is for X to prove me wrong. Pushing this further would be... unfortunately beyond the parameters of my mission..."
Another click of the Jumper, and he too, began to vanish into a rift. "I'll remember those words, though... If I ever am proven wrong."
With that, he was gone.
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SangLoupmon had been caught completely off guard, and by the time he was able to respond, Mushamon was already being swallowed into the distortion. Enraged, SangLoupmon tore at the ground with his claws, only to find himself being hauled off the ground by the scruff of his neck.
"What?!" SangLoupmon demanded of Vergil, staring at his partner.
"Do. Not. Do that," Vergil chastised, looking into his partner's eyes. "You have only yourself to blame. If you wanted to return him to someone, you should have killed him first and talked afterwards. The fault is your own. Be decisive next time."
"And what about you?!" SangLoupmon demanded. "You could have beaten him easily!"
"I beat him," Vergil said, dropping SangLoupmon to the ground. "But he would not be an easy victory. And he is not mine to strike down, as he stated."
SangLoupmon growled and shook his head, looking at the ground with guilt. "Give me your D-Comm, I need to talk to someone," he said sullenly.
"Heal your injury," Vergil said, walking back to the remains of their campsite to rebuild it. "There will be plenty of time to talk."
As Vergil busied himself with the campsite, SangLoupmon winced at the pain of his injury and continued to stare at the ground.
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