Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Digital Trilogy - Episode 3 - Feint Within a Feint ❯ Chapter 10

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 10

TK, Kari, Ken, Yolei, and Allura looked to the highway to see an army of ultimate and mega level digimon. They all started counting.

"Fifty three." Kari said, wide eyed. "And twenty-seven of them are mega, the rest ultimate." They were all gasping. They knew who they were. One boy, who was about nineteen, came down the short hill and walked up to the group of humans that made up Nolan's army, with his arms crossed behind his back.

"Hello. My name is Willis. I have been assigned to represent the other factions of the Guardians. You people have violated the simple, life-saving rules we've laid out. You are also abusing our friends and founders. You have thirty seconds to revert your digimon and surrender. Your army as a DP of 25'000, we have 40'000." The members of Nolan's army looked around. One person decided to speak for them all.

"I'm going to kill you here and now, and we're going to finish all of you off. No one tells me what to do." He made a move toward Willis, who outstretched his arms and pointed them at the sky. They all saw him holding a flare gun in each hand. The guns fired and shot their pulsing bright red projectile into the sky. They flew up and amazing speed making a shrill whistle the whole way. After a few seconds they exploded.

Some of the guardian digimon took flight, while others came running at them. Nolan's digimon and humans flexed for battle, but they knew they were outnumbered. Despite knowing it, they still fought hard. They forgot the small group they had been fighting and turned their attention. The two factions were running with all speed, and collided. Over ninety digimon engaged in the most horrible melee the world had ever seen. Attacks were flying back and forth as each side fought for their own cause.

The humans also found themselves in the battle. Fighting for their own lives. Bloody clothes and deep wounds were the uniforms at this occasion.

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Kovin and Nolan were in their own fight to the death. Each had one of his own katana and was fighting back and forth hard. This time, it was Kovin who was backing away and retreating slowly. His right arm and not recovered enough to be used in combat, so Kovin was using his left arm. It was clumsy and awkward for him, and he was breaking a sweat using his non-dominant arm to defend himself. They had separated from the main melee, and were fighting toward the warehouse. After a quick burst of flying metal, Nolan spoke.

"Why do you think you can win?" Nolan struck the offensive stance; Kovin the defensive.

"I hope I'll win, but if not I'll die trying. You took the one thing in this world I love. And I will make you pay for it."

"So bold, I'll remember that about you in the years to come." Nolan struck at him and the blades hit many times, ending with Kovin back another five meters."

"Why are you doing this? Why did you take Kelryn?" More blade hits, and more retreated distance.

"I thought I told you. You killed Cera, and after you've seen Kelryn die, you'll join her." Again, more blade hits. Kovin lunged at Nolan, trying to bury the sharp metal in his flesh.

"You fuck. You'll never get her."

"Oh, I've already had her. I assume you saw the tape?" Kovin's blood boiled. The thoughts of his girl being treated like that; of anyone being treated like that. Kovin chanced a look behind him, and saw Arcreumon in the fight. At least she's still alive. Kovin knew that as long as he and Kelryn were both alive, there was a chance. Nolan struck at Kovin when his back was turned. Kovin fell to the ground with the force of the blow, and screamed in pain. His left hand went to his right shoulder and felt the bullet wound opened up again.

Nolan was holding his sword waiting for Kovin to stand, to make it sporting. Kovin no longer thought of it as a sport. Any means necessary were required to survive. Honour be damned. Kovin stood and ran the final bit of distance to the warehouse. Nolan was following slowly, his sword outstretched, and a smile on his face.

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Kelryn slipped to her knees, her arm caught her on the catwalk handrail. She gasped for a few seconds, trying to get her senses back. She pulled herself back to her feet, and waited for her head to stop spinning.

She had not realised how much her body had suffered through her ordeal. Demireumon had told her it had only been nine days, but it felt like a lifetime. The muscles in her legs had almost atrophied from not walking. Her skin had lost any sense of a tan she had when she was caught, it was still flesh toned, but whiter from the lack of daylight. Between her legs still hurt a lot, she knew she'd have to see a doctor, and there was the chance of permanent damage. Kelryn checked the presence of the weapon in her right hand, looking to cause a much more severe form of permanent damage to Nolan.

She continued walking along the catwalk. Up here she could see the entire warehouse, and she was ready to fill anyone with holes who she felt deserved. She saw her target come into the warehouse, holding his sword out.

* * *

Kovin held his breath, and his arm trying to staunch the stream of blood from the open artery. He thought about tearing some of the cloth from his shirt to tie the wound, but ripping cloth in the quiet environment of the huge room would give him away instantly.

It is a game. He thought. A game of strategy. How can a player, used to being strong but now handicapped, beat an opponent who knows the terrain and does not have a handicap? It all came down to the factors. Another factor was presenting itself; and that was the "we're all gonna die" thoughts our brains have in a dangerous situation.

Kovin looked through the space between two crates, and saw Nolan walk slowly past him. He saw a small length of rope, maybe half a meter long. It was nice soft braided nylon. It looked so out of context in a place like this. Kovin investigated further around the corner the rope looked like it came from. There were leg restraints, handcuffs, a video camera, and the clothes Kelryn was wearing the night she was taken, but ripped to shreds. He could feel his anger rising. It had to end, now. Kovin looped the rope around his wound and tied it tight. Some still hung at his side, but the bleeding felt like it was slowing.

Kovin stood and held the katana in his right hand. It hurt to lift. He tried swinging it a few times, and it hurt. But every pang of pain was covered by the image of Kelryn's smiling face in his mind's eye. Kovin thought of her crying back in Canada, he thought of her making breakfast. He thought of the strong-minded emotion she put into everything she did. And he thought of the horrible things this person did to such a wonderful person. Every shot of pain now just stimulated him on to further effort to bring justice. He walked around the corner of the stack of crates, and saw Nolan walking away from him. All joking aside, there was another factor involved; determination.

He stepped toward Nolan, slowly at first then faster. Kovin was now in a flat run. When he was ten meters from Nolan, Kovin screamed as loud as he could. Nolan turned, shocked, but by chance his blade found it self to the right location to defend it owner's neck from certain separation. Both looked at each other with pure rage.

"It's over, Nolan."

"That's right. Now you die."

The blades both came away from each other to get the distance for momentum, and came back hard. They both felt the impact in their arms, and stuck again. Both weapons came at each other fast and hard, their owners fighting both for their lives, and for their own form of justice. Nolan did a quick turn and jumped onto a three foot high loading dock area, once meant for large trucks to pull up to, putting the trucks flatbed level with the floor. Nolan brought his sword down pointing at Kovin's head, while Kovin's followed Nolan. The game was different now, Nolan looked scared and at sweat dripping down his face. Kovin had the quiet smile on his face someone who found cause did.

"Look, Kovin. We don't have to do this. We're not doing this."

"Oh, yes we're doing this. One of us has to die now." Kovin ran at the dock and jumped, he landed on it and clashed his sword with Nolan's, driving him back. They had the blades flying yet again, and with more speed and determination they ever had. Nolan was backing up from the horrid violence, speed and skill Kovin was putting into his swings. Nolan felt the hard wood of the wall touch his back, and he gasped. He looked scared enough to die from fright. Kovin and Nolan stared at each other, waiting for the moment to strike, or be struck.

Nolan's brain was furiously looking for a way out, calculating odds and strategies, weighing options and alternatives. He saw that Kovin was standing with his legs closer together than one should while in a sword stance, it unbalanced the person. Nolan thought about it, and struck. His blade coming out to hit Kovin's, but that wasn't his goal. Nolan threw his body to the ground, and at Kovin's legs. Kovin fell forward over Nolan. When he turned around, Nolan was standing over him with his katana to Kovin's throat.

* * *

Outside things were going much better, most of Nolan's army was fighting, and being defeated easily. Some had surrendered and were being held secure. All the humans on both sides had gaping wounds. The Guardians had suffered two human fatalities, and three digimon losses not counting the ones that died with their humans. Nolan's army had much higher numbers. Aquilamon was fighting careful, trying just to assist in a fight, being the only champion there. When he saw a digimon attacking humans. When he looked closer, he saw that it was Yolei, Kari and Ken that were cornered. TK was coming to help, but was too far away.

"Grand horn!" Aquilamon's started his attack with no regard for his own life, and flew towards the ultimate that was threatening the humans he loved. The bright red horns cut right through the attacker and his pixilated before hitting the ground. A boy further away screamed, as his digivice starting glowing red-hot. It was burning him. He threw it to the ground, burning his hands in the process. No one had seen a digivice do this and everyone stopped.

"Aquilamon killed an ultimate." Yolei said. "And he's only a champion. That's never happened." The flaming hot digivice erupted in white and red arcing energy that flew around in the air, and came at Yolei. She knew it was good, and held out her digivice to receive it. The impact hurt her arm, but Aquilamon started to digivolve.

Aquilamon digivolve to ... Halsemon

The bird's horns dissolved away and faded away and were replaced by the body armour of the digimon they thought was a myth. His glowing red eyes turned on the rest of Nolan's army, and he bolted with more speed then Skullsatamon. This would be the end.

* * *

Nolan brought his sword back, and aimed at Kovin's neck. Kovin was held in place with fear. The sword started to come down and stopped, timed with a loud shill exploding sound.