So yeah, that just happened. Unfortunately. The last line of the chapter isn't the end of it, either. I go into detail regarding how it happened in the next chapter.
Chapter Fifteen
Battle at Digital River;
The Five Regions’ Guardians vs. Tyranterramon
Tyranterramon tried to regain his balance following Oberomon’s and Rosemon’s attack, but before he could, he was hit by a barrage of cannon fire from Millenniummon, causing him to fall over backwards. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, only to have his arm knocked out from beneath him by MetalSeadramon’s attack. He fell back again, hard.
Phoenixmon rose up over her foe and spread her massive golden wings. “Die you fiend!” she cried out, still enraged over the loss of her friend. She called out, “Crimson Flame!!” Wave after wave of brilliant red shining flames poured over Tyranterramon, obscuring him from view. The Guardians were moving fast and hitting hard. The amount of collateral damage was becoming greater and greater as the Guardians displayed a level of speed and power that was beyond anything I’d ever seen.
I turned to the members of my team. Jen, Jeremy and Sarah were still in their Mekanorimon battle suites. Jeremy’s was badly damaged. Kris and Amanda were still standing together within the Mekanorimon that was acting as their guardian. The Digimon were standing all around us, still ready to fight if need be.
“The Guardians asked us to leave this one to them,” I said, “and if we’re to believe the Prophesy of Protectormon, our part in this is done. I think we should de-Digivolve and regain a little strength, just in case we’re needed again. If something were to happen, we can Digivolve again in an instant.”
“Sounds good,” said Jeremy. As he spoke, I noticed that Machinedramon’s (now Millenniummon’s) remaining forces had joined us. At this point only one Guardromon and one Tankmon remained, but both were damaged so severely that it was unlikely that they could still fight. In other words, the only force left that could oppose Tyranterramon consisted of us and the Guardians.
I watched as the Digimon reverted to their Child forms.
“I say we fall back for now,” said Jen.
“Yeah,” I said, “okay.” We moved away from the fight, carrying our Digimon with us through the air while Guardromon and Tankmon followed from below. We were only a few yards away from our starting point when a wave of stray flames destroyed the ground where we had been standing. I looked over at Jen and said, “Good call.”
She smiled a proud smile.
We settled down on a high cliff a good ways away, up river. There we could rest and recover while we watched the battle being conducted below. Tyranterramon had yet to tire, or to absorb anything but superficial damage. But the Guardians were also doing well. They were dodging and deflecting every attack sent their way, no matter how powerful, and striking back at every opportunity.
I watched as Tyranterramon surrounded his fist with his burning red aura and swung at the ground, aiming for Rosemon. She jumped up and twirled mid-air, slashing rapidly with her sword, calling, “Rose Rapier!” She flung a barrage of razor sharp energy blades from the tip of her sword, scoring multiple hits against Tyranterramon’s arm and torso. Meanwhile, Oberomon planted his staff in the ground near a grouping of especially large trees. His body was surrounded by a purple aura, which passed to the threes themselves. Oberomon brandished his staff in the direction of Tyranterramon, and the trees began to grow, reaching toward the foe. They curled around his waist and arms. Tyranterramon struggled, but he was unable to move.
MetalSeadramon’s options were limited, since he couldn’t leave the river, but even a stationary attacker could hit an unmoving target. He, Phoenixmon, and Millenniummon took aim while their foe was hindered, the flames from Phoenixmon’s wings combining with the energy from Millenniummon’s and MetalSeadramon’s cannons. The attacks augmented each other, growing in strength. The mass of heat and energy engulfed Tyranterramon completely, burning away the trees that were holding him. He fell over, smoke rolling off of his body.
Pharaohmon was up next. He jumped up and landed on Tyranterramon’s chest. He called out, “Fist of the Nile!” He punched Tyranterramon in the face, smashing away what remained of the giant’s faceplate. Pharaohmon wound up to punch again, but Tyranterramon grabbed him and threw him. He would probably have died if Oberomon and Rosemon hadn’t caught him.
Tyranterramon pushed himself back up, but he was slow. He was obviously still in pain. He was part way to his feet when Millenniummon called out, “Guardians, attack!”
Oberomon and Rosemon rose into the air, joined hands and called, “Nature Force!” They released their finishing attacks as one, the strength of each increased by the other.
Phoenixmon spread her wings, “Crimson Flame!” A stream of fire poured from her body.
Pharaohmon wound up, energy building around his hand, punched and called, “Fist of the Nile!” A wave of energy burst forth from his fist.
MetalSeadramon’s nose cannon glowed yellow, and he called, “River of Power!” He fired a thick, powerful beam of energy, brighter and wider than the others.
The four attacks converged, combining and building power. They flew strait at Tyranterramon. As they did, Millenniummon called out, “Dimension Destroyer!” He fired a burst of special energy from his cannons. Energy so powerful that it warped the world around it. The energy merged with that of the other Guardians’ attacks and they tripled in intensity. The power of the lesser five Guardians times three, combined with all of the reality warping power of Millenniummon, struck Tyranterramon full on before he even had a hope of defending. He cried out in fear, and then in pain. When the attack dissipated, Tyranterramon just stood there, moaning. Then moaning became something terrifying. Moaning became laughter, as before our eyes the scorching that now covered Tyranterramon’s body disappeared.
Tyranterramon spread his arms, spread his wings, and cried out triumphantly while the Guardians looked on in disbelief. “What do we do now, Millenniummon?” Phoenixmon asked.
“According to the Prophesy, we were reborn with a power greater than what we once possessed,” Millenniummon answered. “I believe that we have the power to call Protectormon back to us, rather than simply restore the living Protector's full power to him as we once did when we needed him to fight in our place. I think that before he died, he split up his matrix and gave each of us a piece. We must reach deep, find those pieces, and bring them out.”
“Go ahead,” said Tyranterramon. “After dealing with weaklings for so long, I've grown bored. It's the only reason that I didn't just kill all of you right away. I could use a good fight.”
“You can’t defeat Protectormon,” said Millenniummon, “no matter how strong you’ve become.”
Tyranterramon smiled expectantly, “We’ll see.”
The Guardians circled up, and a dome of energy appeared around them, acting as a defensive barrier. A distinct string of code poured from each of them. Six codes converged, and there was a flash. The air crackled, and for a half second, I thought I saw a humanoid form at the convergence point, but then, after a few moments, it was gone, and the Legacy Codes returned to the bodies of the Guardians once again.
The Guardians looked around. They seemed confused. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized that something was wrong. “What’s going on?” Oberomon demanded as the protective barrier disappeared.
“I don’t know,” Rosemon answered.
“I could feel it,” said Phoenixmon. “I could feel the data that Protectormon hid inside me.”
“So could I,” said Pharaohmon in his odd double voice.
“Then what happened!?” MetalSeadramon demanded.
“We had some of Protectormon’s data,” said Millenniummon, “but not all of it. He must have hidden the rest of his data somewhere else!” Millenniummon was about to continue when the Guardians’ conversation was interrupted by more of Tyranterramon’s roaring laughter.
“I can’t believe this,” said Tyranterramon. “I was actually worried for a second there! Looks like you six were all talk. And if the so called ‘Great Protector’ isn’t coming out to play today, that means I can take my time and have some fun killing all of you,” He turned his head and looked right at me, “starting with those annoying little humans.”
“Oh God,” I said, “I was wrong. I was wrong about the Prophesy, and now Tyranterramon can’t be stopped. And he knows where we are.”
Tyranterramon turned to face me and my team, “So what now Human?” he asked. “Will you make some futile attempt to defy me?”
“John,” Jeremy asked, “what should we do?”
“Or will you finally realize your place," Tyranterramon continued, "and die like the dogs you are?”
“John,” Jeremy demanded, desperate now, “what should we do?”
I felt paralyzed, but I managed to pull myself back from the terror welling inside me long enough to shake my head and say, “I-I don’t know. I was wrong.”
Tyranterramon took a step toward us. “Leave them alone!” Phoenixmon cried, and she moved to attack, the other Guardians following her lead. They struck, but Tyranterramon had simply grown too strong. He struck back, and before I even knew what was happening, the Guardians, my friends, were dead.
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