Jungle run [mireil]

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The paildramon may have been not dead, but he felt he was out this time, for good. That sword may have not hit his heard directly, but few digimon ever survived such a stab in the chest, and it looked like he was not going to be an exception. Still, he managed to deal some damage upon the enemy angel - the bullets and the stab to the shoulder, and there was one last thing to do before dying - drawing upon the last reserves of adrenaline to overcome the wrenching pain, paildramon used the darcmon's sword he still had in his spare hand to slash across her immobilized arm, in an attempt to delimb her.

He did not know what happened next though - the pain from his wound engulfed the mind too quickly, overcoming all adrenaline - induced pain tolerance barrier. Unable to take it anymore, the dragon pulled the hand with the sword down, making the blade slash across his heart, effectively ending his own existence, putting himself out of his misery... After that, his grip on the hand weakened, and the dragon lost balance and fell to the ground, sliding down the sword that impaled him so keenly. The remaining sword in his hand clanked with a metal sound, as it fell out of a dead hand... It was over...

- She killed the enemy warchief! - sounds of defenders catching heart were heard, and grunts of surprise and disappointment were head from the dinos that were left by shamanmon to cover retreat and die. Their spirits were pretty weak, and now the defeat of their leader finally crushed those. - OVER THE TOP! - a battle cry came from defenders, as they finally managed to breach the enemy line and indulged in another vicious counterattack...

[ultimate defeated = 80 DP awarded]

[Ciel]

In a flash everything ended, she swung her body far enough to avoid getting stabbed in vital areas but got stabbed in her left shoulder, her slightly twisted by the swinging right arm received a horrible diagonal gash that only for little failed to cut the bone, and the enemy himself ended with his own life using the blood soaked sword he stole from darcmon.

It was the end and she emerged victorious. Luckily the shoulder stab wound wasn't deep and it would recover soon, however the pain she felt in her arm was intense and if somebody looked closely could see her her bone through the gash. Compared with it, the burning pain of the energy bullets were nothing and the darcmon raised one of her swords into the sky as she shouted.

"Paildramon is dead, the goddess of the battlefield smiles for the victorious!"

Said that, she called for her tylomon companion by waving her good arm and sit on the warm soil of the dino valley, her wounded arm was hurting like hell and she wasn't really in conditions to bother with retrieving her other sword nor her chest protector to cover her bare bust.

[tylomon]

Tylomon watched through the whole fight from afar, in the meanwhile in between showering missiles upon the enemies. The whole thing went on so well from the beginning - Teacher seemed to walk all over the junta punk, but it suddenly turned out horribly, horribly wrong, as the crazed paildramon inflicted very nasty wounds at the angel digimon. When the shark saw that - he did not hesitate to dash forward to try and help her in time.

- Teaaaaacheeer! - he shouted as he went on at the top of his speed, but by the time he arrived it was already over, though at what cost - the darcmon was severely battered, there was blood everywhere, and also ... something else. Something Tylo was taught from childhood not to look at. He covered his eyes with his large fin, and pushed the chest protector from the ground closer to her with his other fin.

- Teacher, are you ... not too badly injured? Err... You dropped dis... - he was blushing heavily while saying that, but fortunately a few defender soldiers unwillingly helped him out from the awkward situation, by suddenly stopping to gawk about. That was used as a perfect excuse to change the subject, for Tylo at least, who was still covering eyes with a fin, like a good digimon.

- What are YOU looking at? - he sounded both angry and somewhat protective - that growl certainly managed to snap the three smaller dinos out of their gawking trance, especially considering Tylo "smiled" with his 3 lines of razor-sharp teeth. - Yo have a medic here somewhere you bunch of idiots?- he asked and the trio started nodding their heads as chinese dummy-dolls...

[Ciel]

"Tylo ... don't be shy *breaths heavily*, there's no such distinction between males and females, young and old when both of us are comrades at arms. See me as a proud warrior, not as a woman"

Back in the old days, the mentor she respected so much, slash angemon, beat the shyness and misguided sentimentalism out of her system through a rigorous training in which she learned that in the battlefield, all it matters is that those who don't fight die. He told her about how he once kicked out of the troops an angemon who refused to hit women and old people for being too soft; in the battlefield he wouldn't last even a single second if he showed such kind of weakness against his enemies like a lady devimon or an aged barbamon and in normal life, he would end up being seduced by women and deceived by "handicapped" people who abused of his good will. She was taught to think like that and that was why she cared not for who was the foe as long it was a good warrior.

The areas of her body where the energy bullet impacted got swollen and the heat of those projectiles devoured her skin, exposing to the hot climate of this area the meat and muscle of the damaged parts. They also slightly corroded the steel of the armor pieces they impacted and clearly showed through this kind of damage to both body and metallic armor that if she had been unlucky enough to receive a full burst of the paildramon's hip cannons, she would be nothing but a mess of burned meat with holes everywhere.

She removed the cloth covering her head and used it as improvised bandages for her bleeding gashed arm. It was highly inefficient and hardly helped at all, but at least absorbed the blood and slowed down the bleeding a little, at least until professional help too care of her arm and other wounds. As for the breast protector, it was like the rest of the armor slightly bent out of shape for the projectiles, and the spike attack of paildramon cut the non metallic part of the back side of the breast protector, it was a nice gesture of the tylomon to retrieve it but even if she wanted, the darcmon couldn't use it until it were fixed so she simply modestly covered her breasts with her good arm only for the sake of not embarrassing more her inexperienced at life teenager tylomon pupil and walked towards the trio of little dinos that received them: they were a commandramon, an agumon and a dracomon, quite the group she thought given that they acted like kids who had never seen a big girl partially nude and probably they were indeed kids going through puberty.

"As my companion requested, I need a medic and also a blacksmith to fix my armor."

By now it was needless needed to say that the darcmon was what one would call a "frail speedster", she was quite fast and experience in combat gave her an edge in predicting the movements of the enemy, but even with all the training she endured, the body of a darcmon was only a bit tougher than a human being's, so it was very important for her to dodge any attack or at least let her armor absorb some of the impact.

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- Staring at naked people is bad. So I don't. - Tylomon replied after pulling away the fin, luckily the angel digimon gratuitously provided some cover. The shark certainly was a rowdy rough digimon, and detested many rules, but there were some taboos even he was forced to abide - those went too deep into his subconsciousness, and it would take much more effort to break them. But really, were those necessary to break?

After the request was retorted by the wounded angel as well, the spunky trio snapped out of their gawking quite completely, and the two dracomon and agumon, picked up the plate from the ground, and rushed somewhere to take it to the blacksmith, whoever it was. The commandramon, who was a bit more mature than the rest of the bunch, figured it was his duty to show them the way to the only field hospital they had.

- Follow me... - he made a hand wave, and guided the duo across the battlefield, over their now abandoned defense lines, through many ranks, to reach the point of destination...

... The field hospital proved to be a big greenish tent with a red cross painted on it - clearly the best thing they could find, and even then it was not much. There were not too many wounded around - since the battle ended just recently, they did not get a chance to pick up and bring all of them here. It was a good thing - meaning the angel won't have to wait in line, since among dinos doctors were few and far between - in their battles usually no wounded were left, so doctor's role was minimized.

- Hey Dad! You've got a new patient! - the commandramon shouted into the tent as he opened the "door", and allowed the angel a passage inside. However when Tylo wanted to go inside, the soldier digimon halted him with a jest.

- Hey, why can't I come in? - the shark sounded offended.

- First off, you're not injured. Second - you're too damn BIG. - the commandramon replied with a laughter, and the tylomon grunted in disappointment. But ho well, rules were rules, and he had to abide them...

As the angel would walk in, she'd see a fully operational field hospital inside. A bit worn off and a bit militaresque, but still. Most bunks were empty though, because the wonded weren't brought around yet. Somewhere near a bunk in the far corner, she would see a sealsdramon standing over a bunk with a wounded greymon lying on it. One would confuse the digimon for a comrade comforting his wounded friend, if the sealsdramon weren't mending the gash in the dino's stomach, putting stitches. The doc would rise his head to see who it is, and reply grumpily:

- I ain't got 4 hands to deal with many people at once. Wait in line for a second, would ya?

[Ciel]

"Most of the digimon are naked you know, and nobody makes a big deal when nude digimons like a greymon walks nearby"

The tylomon was really still a kid, or at least he was from the darcmon's point of view, she was taught to lose modesty and treat everybody equally regardless of how they looked. Besides, most of the digimons were naturally nude, so what if she walked around nude like many other digimons? even tylomon was pretty much semi-nude given that his armor only covered his face.

Nevermind, she followed the commandramon and went inside an improvised field hospital. It as rather crude in appearance compared with the field hospitals used by the angel clan, but it served well its purpose. Somehow the lack of medics was disturbing as only one was present in the tent, but maybe that only spoke wonders about his skill, after all a good medic is worth a thousand bad ones and this one looked like he was quite skillful given that he re-arranged the inner organs like the intestines of a greymon with care and fixed the incision within that dinosaur's stomach.

"I will"

As the sealsdramon ordered, she quietly stayed in the line despite the pain and waited for her turn. She was used to doctors being grumpy, their job was quite stressful and whiny warriors who would cry and scream only because they were missing something insignificant like their head were the worst kind of patients, further annoying even more the busy medics.

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The doctor kept mending the wound at a steady pace, not really hurrying up or anything. For all he knew, haste did not made things better, only made'em worse. The greymon growled every time the needle went in and out, and as time passed, the growls grew louder - the doctor did not use any painkiller and all - dinos were too tough for painkillers. Medicine is for wusses, that was the motto, so they only came around when it was really necessary - like now, because the greymon wouldn't be able to walk without spilling his guts if that gash wasn't treated.

- Hurts? - the doc sounded eerily calm. The greymon nodded.

- Wanna make it stop? - a curious question followed. The greymon nodded again.

- Ok. - a short affirmation came and the good doctor sealsdramon simply bumped the dino into the head with his elbow, rendering the digimon unconscious, and continuing his work in quiet. That did not take too long though - 5 more minutes and he was done. After that he approached the angel digimon, and looked at her with a somewhat curious and judging glare.

- And that's it? - he sounded a bit disappointed. - A dino would have been ashamed to come around to me with such non-consequential wounds. Meh, I guess considering you're not one of them, I really shouldn't be surprised... - he added, and went over to the closet with medical supplies. Most of his instruments looked more like things borrowed from a tool shed, being big and somewhat ugly, having to deal with tough dragon skin and flesh and bone, but he did keep a normal med-set just for these occasions.

- So... how's the battle going out there? - he asked, after sitting next to her and taking her wounded arm, sterilizing it with a hydrogen peroxide solution - the only thing they used, having nothing else for such occasions. Still, it was enough for their needs - that was stashed only for "foreigners". The doc asked a question, because he wasn't told of what was going on, the news didn't spread here yet...

[Ciel]

"I'm sorry for not living up for your expectations, but for non dinosaur digimon this kind of injury is career ending."

Dinosaur digimon were some of the toughest digimon in existence second only to machine digimons. They could shrug off things like losing limbs or eating a missiles in the face with ease and their regenerative powers were top tier, they could heal from severe injuries in the same time it takes for other digimon to heal flesh wounds and quite often they had almost limitless stamina as it was proved by Ciel's dinusaur companion Tylo.

"The battle outside is over, the remaining troops are cleaning the area from any remnants of the enemy army"

She answered to his question and felt comfortable knowing that she was under the care of a blunt but reliable medic. Unlike kids like tylomon, medics knew that they would end up fixing any kind of patients, so he didn't care Ciel being out of place as she was an angel in a world of dinosaur nor cared for her partial nudity. Besides, most dinosaurs roamed nude as they were born so they had to be used to this kind of stuff.

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- Lol we won? I can't believe our "mighty general actually pulled it off... That wasn't what I expected... - the doctor sounded sincerely surprised, although that did not distract him from working on that gash in the arm - his primary concern. The damage was pretty severe - muscles were cut, as well as blood vessels - that thing would take long time to heal, unless they find someone who can hasten the process. The only thing sealsdramon could do was to seal the wound, to prevent infection, and bandage it. Which was precisely what he was doing now - a few stitches here and there, a tight bandage, and it was good enough to go around, though not good enough to fight.

- With your regeneration rate it would take too long to heal. I'd recommend someone who could do a better work, if I knew any. Until then I guess, you'll have to do with one arm... Now, let me look at those burns of yours... - he said and extracted something that looked like a tube with a weird brown liquid. It smelled funny too. The doctor used this upon each burn, and put a patch over each one afterwards.

- Luckily, we have lots of THIS stuff. With us dinos being ... well, dinos, burns are a common injury... Anyhow, can you tell me how the hell did we win? I mean, I doubt the enemy commander was as stupid as ours, to go dig trenches in open field instead of fortifying the town... Were I commanding the enemy forces, this places would have been taken yesterday... - the doctor obviously disliked the "general" great deal, though reasons for that were yet unknown. It was a bit funny - a digimon that looks a commando working as a doctor, and a doctor berating strategy like that. Go figure...

[Ciel]

"In the heat of battle I had not the opportunity of meeting your commander, what is it like?"

Being part of a third party that appeared out of nowhere, she knew nothing about the affairs of this land of dinosaurs. At least in the case of the angel defense forces, the leader slash angemon was always part of the vanguard forces both battling directly against the opponent and giving orders to his troops and second at command who relayed the orders to the rearguard and side troops. She wondered what happened to the commander of the dino army, she would've noticed a commander in the battlefield if he were where the heat of battle was stronger .. but maybe she was just too distracted facing paildramon to notice the leader, after all it would be very odd for a dinosaur commander to hide behind his troops and remain behind.

The liquid applied on her wounds was smelly, but it almost immediately brought relief to the burned areas, it felt a bit cold and re-hydrated the damaged areas, surely her body would regenerate soon the skin in those areas ... although the diagnosis regarding her arm wasn't as optimistic, the medic sealed and bandaged the wound but the sensibility and control of the arm was compromised and she would be unable to use it in battle for some time.

He then asked how the battle was won and showed little to no respect for the commander of the defending forces, telling her about what would HE had done in his place. Needless to say, it was obvious there was something between this sealsdramon and whoever was the commander.

"The enemy army was unprepared and between the combined effort of my apprentice tylomon and my own, we managed to take down the enemy leader paildramon, thus causing chaos in the enemy troops and giving the defense forces the opportunity to retaliate. Even if he was stupid and lacked of proper training, the enemy paildramon was a worthy opponent and it is a real shame he died without exploiting to the max his potential, all warriors deserve to die fighting at their prime"

The paildramon ... he could've been a really powerful had he put some effort in his training. She wished for him to become a better warrior in his next life and maybe face her again if she still were in this world by the time he reincarnated.