Fire In The Hole

Meramon didn't move as the darts flew at him. He was going to take a risk and see if it paid off. Sure enough, the darts all burst into flames and melted as they approached him, leaving him unharmed. Phew, he thought to himself. He wasn't sure that would work.

"Is that the best you've got? Since you have now attacked a W.A.D.A. Agent, you have left me no choice but to take you in and defend myself. Burning Fist!" Meramon punched the air in front of him twice, sending one fire ball at each of the PicoDevimon that attacked him. The fireballs were the same size as their core bodies, minus the wings, so they would hit straight on if they didn't move. He would leave the third one alone for now. He didn't attack, so Scott didn't attack an innocent.

However, as soon as the fireballs left his hands, Meramon was struck by the gaze of the PicoDevimon. The combined impact of their efforts caused him to get dizzy and take a knee to get his bearings back. The world was spinning and he was trying to make sense of it again.

The youngest PicoDevimon finally reacted to Scott turning into Meramon, it had been such a delayed reaction that minutes had past since this had happened. The older ones had also reacted to the change but they were trying to not show it. However that failed as soon as the fireballs left his hands. The youngest one was grateful to Scott that he left him alone. The middle one had been too slow in moving and the attack hit him full on knocking him back and into the darkness. Using his advantage, the oldest circled around. "Pico darts!" He cried again hoping this time it hit the mark. The youngest one looked at Scott with anxiety mounting with each second passing them by.

Meramon put his hand to his head and shook his head to clear his vision. Looking up, he was met with a face full of melting Pico Darts. As they disintegrated, he noticed that one of his fireballs had found its mark and he was left with only one attacker. He slowly got to his feet, being sure to stay stable and faced the attacking PicoDevimon.

"Didn't you learn last time? Your little darts don't work on me. My fire is too hot. Now, you and your little friend didn't listen, so he got punished. Your turn. Burning Fist!" Because the PicoDevimon had changed his position, Meramon didn't want to risk missing his target and setting a section of the bazaar on fire, so instead he intensified the firepower of his fist and charged the PicoDevimon, with the intent of delivering a slamming punch which, if successful, would pummel him straight down to the ground beneath him. Should he miss, Scott would intensify the power of both his fists and assume a fighting stance to prepare for any counter attack.

The oldest PicoDevimon ignored him as he spoke. However when the fist hit him, the ground beneath him fellaway and he fell down . The fall knocked him out. The youngest one looked at Scott as his brothers were nowhere to be seen. He felt bad for everything. He flew off feeling bad about himself. Somehow Scott had won in little time, which meant he had free time to do whatever he wanted.


QUEST COMPLETE

BATTLE END!

Quest Successful - 1,000 exp
Money Earned - 400 exp
Battle Won - 50 exp
Rank Child (x2) - 100 exp each = 200 exp
Level Difference - -5 levels each = 200 exp
Performance Great! - 40 exp
Level Bonus - N/A


Experience Gained: 1,890 exp

HOLIDAY BONUS x2

TOTAL EXPERIENCE GAINED: 3,780 exp

Sparks is now Level 20 with 630 exp needed to reach Level 21


As the last PicoDevimon fled, he dropped the stolen items that his brothers had given him as gifts!!

Crossbow Weapon Obtained
WarGreymon's Brave Shield Chip Obtained
Boxing Gloves Obtained

Meramon looked down into the hole where his enemy had been knocked down. Even with the light of his fire, he couldn't see anything. He hoped he was ok. He'd ask Boltmon to send someone to check for him. In the meantime, he devolved back into Scott and began walking back into town.

As he walked, he shouted to the citizens he knew were hiding. "It's safe now! You can come out! They're gone and won't be back!" He continued calling out this chant as he spoke, until he ended up back in the chamber where he had met Han and Finckle. It would be here he waited for one or both of them to appear.

Han came out from a side room. The whoops of the water digimon reaching his ears. He looked to Scott and smiled. It was done and with hardly any damage it seemed.

"A victory for W.A.D.A. and for you," Han said patting his shoulder. "Well done."

"Indeed. Those PicoDevimon got a good ol' one two what for," Finckle said appearing. Han chuckled at his enthusiasm.

Scott smiled at the praise of the village leaders. "Thank you both." Now, if you don't mind, I must return to W.A.D.A. and make my report. If there is ever anything else you need, give us a call."

Sparks gave a small bow and took a few steps backwards, preparing to leave.

Han nodded. He knew he must be at least a little tired. Though it didn't seem they were too much trouble. If anything they seemed too easy. Something told him this wasn't the last they would see of their kind.