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Post by grimm on Oct 22, 2012 4:35:51 GMT -8
why did he play this game? ... grimm felt that he was ready to answer the question, but the words wouldn't come right. he hadn't managed to put the past down; it clouded his heart and his thinking at times. he gritted his teeth, but his expression was hidden behind the collars of his red coat that he threw up just as the wind started howling, kicking up dust and sand that irritated his eyes.
"na'yet." grimm's answer was a sufficient one. it indicated that he wasn't silly enough to ignore techniques, but merely had experienced a setback in getting a technique or two. the sand dunes were obviously an obstacle, but he felt that lupo was above pointing that out in an instance. he knew his situation without anyone else making it known.
he glanced over at lupo, the wind casting itself harsher around the battlefield. "grimm," he said, but instead of extending a hand, his hands were occupied in holding his collars up against his face to protect his vision from the elements.
shoutmon dropped to the ground, its arm breaking the fall against the sand as it rolled a few feet away from the wave attack. "cheh!" it barked, claws digging into the ground to provide itself some grounding against the flowing sands. it took a deep breath, and lunged for the nearest shamamon.
its forearm met heavy wood as one of the shamamon slammed its hammer downwards, but it slipped away from under the wood narrowly. brute force wasn't one of shoutmon's niches, despite it clearly being the shamamon's.
shamamon C's club met air, then earth, and a spray of sand followed in its wake. the digimon sputtered and shook its head violently. "man, it got into my eyes!" it grunted, but swung its club around to compensate for its lack of vision.
shoutmon spun around shortly after its run, and started towards shamamon A, who had fell briefly from renamon's diamond storm. "uchaaa!" yelled the digimon, capitalizing on the staggering state of the shamamon by socking it squarely on the jaw. shamamon A's upper body swung dangerously forward, but as shoutmon raised its arms to defend, the wild digimon crashed unto its back, groaning from pain and the weak, queasy feeling in its knees.
meanwhile, shamamon B had realized shoutmon's disappearance, and raised its club again. "dancing bone!" it called, launching its weapon like a boomerang towards renamon, while shamamon C raced behind it, its own club gleaming with voodoo power, before being dragged against the ground and raised to strike renamon with a shama hammer.
notes. shamamon A is dizzy for the time being, while shamamon B and C are still in action and kicking.
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