A visitor from anothe world (tylomon, open)

[Ciel]

On the clean and light-blue sky above the vast and beautiful ocean a crack in space time shattered the very fabric of reality itself as two humanoid figures emerged from it like a meteorite, rapidly diagonally descending at a dangerous speed. What left that dimensional distortion was nothing more than an injured darcmon, a digimon common in her homeland but rare in this universe, and a parallelmon, an one of a kind being that exists in the border between universes and a huge jerk.

"Embrace the grief as you fall, Ahahahaha!!"

The parallelmon was chocking with a single hand the darcmon as they descended and his morbid delight at his victim's pain and evil laugh that not even falling and descending through the sky and ocean stopped was disturbing. Eventually both of them crashed into the bottom of the ocean but that wouldn't stop the one sided brutality, the dimensional digimon continued dragging his victim through the oceanic floor, injuring her head and back with the irregular floor of the ocean, and only stopped after smashing her against a larger stone.

"Y-you ..."

"Not enough, first let's carve pain and fear into your body!"

The overpowered digimon punched her in the stomach and tied her against the oceanic stone crucification style, using her her own swords as stakes and piercing her hands with them as they kept her pretty much impaled to the stone.

"Despair, etch that sadness into your heart. It is a sadness I will never allow you forget, the sadness of having your loved ones taken away from you, the sadness of having the murderer in front of you, yet be unable to do anything to avenge them."

The complete monster pressed with one his giant hands the head of the darcmon against the stone to which she was impaled, strong enough to cause her intense pain, but softly enough not to accidentally crush her skull, after all she had to live to suffer more, more!

"Suffer, lament, struggle, your descent into the darkest hell only continues here!"

And so, feeling himself satisfied for teaching her who's the boss here, the parallelmon congratulated himself for a well done job and teleported away to later play with her later once she regained her strength and hope ... only to later crush it again like he did many times, that's how parallelmon rolls.

As for the Dracmon, she was suffering of both physical and psychological pain, once more she failed to punish the one who wronged her and while severe, his wounds weren't fatal but they could never compare with her wounded pride and the pure, primal hatred she felt for the destroyer everything she cared for. It would take some time before she recovered enough to release herself from this improvised restrains, but until then she was going to lie impaled against a stone, cursing the name of her despised enemy

[tylomon]

Ocean was a pretty organized place for something that covers half of the entire digiworld and such, under rule of wise ocean lord, who disliked violence and did his very best to keep the place in rule and order. Any kind of fighting, especially ones that end up in murder. And when the spectacular air battle between darcmon and parallelmon went underwater, some of the more rule-abiding citizens of the ocean, who saw it coming, called the security force at the place. Nobody better be wreaking havoc around!

And very soon after that was made, from the closest outpost possible a group was dispatched - at least a dozen or so of Swimmon - these fishes formed the bulk of security forces, they were not very strong, but there were many of them to go around and put anywhere to oversee public order. The group was reinforced though, since report mentioned powerful digimon having a clash - so a member of a riot squad was added to the fray.

Tylo was assigned to riot squad for two reasons - first was part of training to become ocean lord's elite guard, and second - for his superior firepower. Any wrongdoers would think twice before going into battle against a jet shark with blades for fins and a mouthful of seeking missiles peering out of the jaws. Also, his extreme speed has allowed him to go around quick enough to be virtually anywhere in time...

But not this time, unfortunately. By the time he came around to the place, whoever started the fight was long gone, the only things left were remains of a brutal battle, and a barely moving impaled body just about over there, near the big stone. Both the shark and the fishes that came around with him stared in amazement for a few moments - all were relatively greenhorn, and they did not see such brutal battle as of yet.

- Golly, what happened here? - one of the swimmon gasped in amazement.

- Hey don't look at me, I dunno. Looks like someone got their ass handed to them... Spread out! - Tylo ordered, since among the bunch he was the one with most authority, even if he lacked in leadership skills. Point was, others lacked it even more, so among the worst in that department he was the best. The shark slowly hovered above the crucified darcmon's body. Poor thing. Tylo was no medic, so he couldn't have told if there were any fractures, but otherwise visible damage was bad enough. Then he noticed the two blades impaling the hands of the unfortunate digimon. Tylo would have frowned, if he wasn't a fish whose jaws couldn't do anything besides a scowl.

- I wouldn't mind having hands right now... - he grunted before grabbing the handle of one blade with his teeth, pulling it up until extracted from the ground and the hand. Not the most comfortable way of doing it, but hey, he tried helping out, and this was the best he could do using his jaws. - Jeez lady, who's the punk that did a number on you? - He asked, spitting out the blade. The voice sounded angry, more like a growl - tylomon had no sympathy for those who did such things to people... After that was said, the shark would hover to the other blade and take it out as well...

[Ciel]

"Parallelmon ..."

The weakened but still combative darcmon replied. She was used to this kind of greetings as this wasn't the first time she was completely defeated and left alone in pain by parallelmon and had to be rescued by somebody.

No sooner she was free from her impalement, she attempted to pick her swords and continue walking the world to find her sworn enemy. Alas, this time he did it real well and the injuries produced in the darcmon's hands severed some of her nerves, muscles and bone, so she couldn't grab anything with them, let alone her swords until they recovered.

Pained by her inability to even use her own weapons and exhausted by the damage in her body, the angel warrior supported herself on the very rock in which she was impaled a took a breath. It was well known that data- based lifeforms healed extremely fast compared with the carbon-based lifeforms from the human world, so it wasn't take much time until she recovered the ability to wield her weapons, and until then she was going to stay in the ocean for some time. Oh, and it wouldn't hurt to tell the people of this world about the menace she was fighting again.

"My hands ... I can't fight right now. You better careful with the one who attacked me, parallelmon, he is the foulest digimon many universes have ever seen and none of you have the slightest chance of defeating him."

Said that, she sit down leaning her back against the large rock and bandaged the mess that were her hands with algae that lied next to her. As soon she were healthy enough to at least be able to wield her weapons, she planned to leave this underwater area and continue the endless search for her enemy

[Observer]

- Eh? Parallel ... what? Never heard of him... - the shark said finally, after honestly digging in his memory for about a minute, after he had heard the name. Really, nothing came around, he never even knew the guy, but by the looks of darcmon, he had to be tough. Still, Tylo thought of himself to be tougher. After all, who would compete with a speedy digimon on his own turf, especially with all amount of armaments he carried. Compatible to a battleship, if not more.

- Meh, he's lucky our patrol didn't show up here in time, I'd show that bastard a thing or two! I'd be swimming circles around him and he won't be able to even follow... - Tylo said self-confidently, weaving the blades that were his fins, in an ominous fashion. That statement may have been arrogant, but one couldn't have denied him neither speed nor firepower.

- Yeah! No one can beat Tylo! He's the fastest digimon on this side of the ocean! - one of swimmon confirmed the shark's words, making him smile a bit pridefully. But enough if that, paralellmon, whoever he was, could have waited, there were more present matters to attend to, like the state of the darcmon, for instance. As mentioned before, she looked badly battered, even to a degree she wouldn't be able to hold her own weapons in hands.

- Maybe we should get you to marineangemon, our doctor, so she can treat you? You're barely standing... Come with us, we'd get you there in 3 minutes 41 seconds... No, make that just 3 minutes... - Tylo said, hovering down, and turning one side, proposing the wounded digimon to ride him to get to the hospital...

[Ciel]

"I doubt you would last more than a minute against him"

The tylomon was so full of himself that he most likely was all talk, no action. Better digimon than him fought against parallelmon and all of them were now dead, what made him think he could win him? His speed? his courage? nothing of that mattered when the enemy was a master of space-time and could easily make his foes vanish into the vastness of the multiverse if he felt particularly merciful.

The tylomon at least understood that the darcmon needed to recover to continue her endless struggle, and so she accepted his help.

"A doctor would be helpful, I cannot use my hands in this state"

She couldn't even close her hands due the severed nerves, muscles and bones, so she instead strongly hugged the body of the tylomon to prevent being tossed away from him if he were really as fast as the boasted after having somehow secured her swords within the sword sheats hanging behind her.

[tylomon]

Tylomon shuttered a bit because of the a bit unusual way the darcmon chose to hold on him. But yet, considering hand injuries, one really shouldn't be much amazed - it was pretty hard to hold on otherwise. It felt a bit new for a former ferry worker - now that the ridiculous chairs were removed from his body. An unfamiliar warmth was felt by the rugged skin. Well, he couldn't help it - fishes are usually cold.

- He-he, you earth-dwellers sure are warm. Anyhow, hold on tight, 'ere we go! - the shark replied, and started off the spot like a sports car ... err ... the underwater type, going faster and faster with frightening speed. "The Jet of the deep sea" - he didn't carry that title for nothing - there were hardly any to match his speed, if there were at all. Tylo closed his mouth and slitted his eyes as the water resistance tended to make those uncomfortable, as he gained even more speed, storming pass unsuspecting digis and leaving a turbulence in the water behind. Hospital, it was far off, but not too far for him...

Tylo promised he'd get the darcmon to the nearest hospital in 3 minutes. He lied, did that in 2 and a half. And scaring lots of people while doing so - who wouldn't be scared if such a torpedo passes you merely by an inch? The shark didn't care - he was having fun that way. Swimmon' were hopelessly behind, not even trying to match the speed of their squad leader. Reaching the entrance, Tylo made a 180 - degree turn, like a hot-shot, before stopping. Well that was fun while it lasted.

- 'ere you go, one hospital. Marineangemon should be here. I'd help you inside, if ... you know, the door wasn't so small. - he chuckled a bit and hovered down, "landing", inclining one side to make it easier to climb down from his back. After she would do that, the shark would levitate again, and say:

- And I think I should report to the chief. If this parallel guy is half as dangerous as you claim him to be, we should get all the departments on their toes, including the elite guard. Bye bye! - he waved with a fin in a friendly fashion, before storming off towards the mentioned department, leaving the darcmon alone, for now. A few digimon working in the facility approached moments later, in order to help out should she need any help walking...
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( I think we could skip the description of medical procedures and stuff, but tis your call )

[Ciel]

Oh boy, the tylomon wasn't kidding when he said he was fast, in a blink of the eye he went from being idle to max speed, traversing through the ocean like a torpedo. Luckily the darcmon felt no ill after the top speed journey, she was tough enough to deal with anything after having to endure the brutal ways of parallelmon for so long.

No more than three minutes passed and they already were next to the hospital of the ocean zone, it certainly looked well maintained and solid despite the oceanic salty water and the water currents should've deteriorate anything artificially made.

"Thanks"

She thanked the tylomon as he left to tell his comrades about the menace that was parallelmon. Alas, nothing he and the lord of this land could pull would ever defeat him, that parallelmon was a sneaky guy and always found the way to flawlessly defeat anyone.

The darcmon went inside the hospital and was greeted by some medics. They looked quite professional and that was reassuring as the sooner her wounds healed, the faster she could leave this area. The medics throughly examined her body and those with any healing ability did it, curing the flesh wounds with ease as the chief medic marine angemon used her ocean love skill as both a painkiller and a healing power. They were really good because they completely patched up all her wounds in around 30 minutes-an hour ... one would think they were used to battle damage like hers and often patched up injured warriors. She guessed that the boastful tylomon often ended up in the hospital himself given how he was more than eager to enter into battle and left the hospital the moment she was free to leave.

Outside the hospital, she picked her two swords and tried to swing them. Her hands were now "complete", but they were only recently restored, so her swordsmanship felt slow and her grip on the hilt was too soft to be able to put real strength behind each sword stroke.

[tylomon]

Tylo was strolling around cheerfully soon after the quick session at the department was done. He really hated that place, because they made him sit, wait and do nothing, not even speak, but it was a necessity. The information was relayed, but, unfortunately, was never really taken seriously. While darcmon viewed, and for good reason, the parallelmon as scourge of hell, the department regarded him as simply a hooligan, assaulter and such. And frankly, Tylo wasn't far from believing that idea. And when the department chief finally gave out his word, the shark was more than content with it.

He spotted the darcmon almost as soon as he came around the hospital once more. It was hard enough not to notice a winged lady swinging swords around. Tylo didn't understand a thing in those - he was a fish, but still it was kinda obvious she wasn't at her best - after one swings she almost dropped the blade from one of her hands. Hovering quietly, the shark approached.

- Oh hai there! Well, you look better than the first time we met. Doctor marineangemon does miracles, doesn't she? Fastest patcher-up in this town, she is... - the shark complemented on the doctor's abilities. In truth, he got patched up there on regular basis, being a member of riot squad, a speed freak, a hot-head, and a moron to boot. But it was never beyond repair anyhow.

- And I told the chief about the guy that beat you up. He said it was no biggie anyhow, and said he'd send an officer to go hunt him down for the atrocity he committed. And ... he-he, I kinda volunteered to do it, as part of my trial to become elite guard... - Tylo laughed a bit sheepishly, scratching behind his head with a fin...

[Ciel]

"Truly a miracle worker"

Hmm ... this universe seemed to have a larger than usual amount of ultimate and mega level digimon due how they could afford to use an almighty and powerful marine angemon as a mere hospital medic. The Darcmon felt like this world might have a chance against parallelmon after all if evolution was this easy to acheive for in her own world, almost nobody ever evolved at all.

"Underestimating parallelmon might spell doom to your people, but you don't have anything to worry about, he loves to investigate everything about his target before completely crushing it. That gives you plenty to time to enjoy life before it's all over"

To them, parallelmon might be just a thug, but Ciel knew about what he could do if he got serious. Many worlds suffered horrible damage for underestimating him and here the endless cycle of destruction might continue as it always did. Anyway, the people in this area seemed to be too calm to take things seriously, but the tylomon seemed different, he had ambition and wanted to become an elite guard, something the darcmon once was.

"You seem to be somebody who unlike everybody else, wants to improve and only get better. I once was an elite guard and failed to save the lords I swore to protect, so use your ambition to become strong and powerful enough to be able to defeat anything in your path. As you might tell by now, I seek for more power to avenge those whom parallelmon killed, if you don't want to face the shame of failing to protect the ones you swore to defend, wander the world and fight against the strongest until no one other than your sworn enemy can match you"

No shame was bigger for a royal guard than to see the protected one be deleted in front of his/her eyes. The inability to stop an invincible foe was soul crushing and if the tylomon didn't want to end like her, he had to become the strongest digimon of this world so nothing could touch the lord he wanted to serve.

Said that, she left the tylomon to do whatever he wanted and the dracmon sheated her sword to once more look for parallelmon and strong digimon to fight against. Her swords served no longer a lord and their only purpose was to become bathed in the blood of the complete monster that crushed Ciel's life. They weren't holy weapons anymore, they were instruments of vengeance.

[tylomon]

- You ... you were an elite guard?! Holy crap! Can you give me an autograph? - Tylomon exclaimed as his eyes started glowing with admiration for the angel digimon. He held any member of any elite force in great respect, as he aspired to become one himself. That, and he had never actually seen an elite guard in person - those were secretive, at least here they were, and whatever missions he had to do they did not give out in person. And he blissfully ignored the fact that if parallelmon was able to beat her up so easily, he could do so to him.

He eagerly followed Ciel as she went off, somewhere. Hnh, not really much of an elite guard he was, not a super soldier he should be. Discipline, skill, grittiness - he didn't have much of that, nobody taught him all this. He was a greenhorn, but a greenhorn with enough firepower to outdo even an experienced member. Maybe that is why they had accepted Tylo as a trainee, in hopes that if he gains control over these disciplines, he'd become a great guard. Who knows?

- So ... this parallel guy that for some reason left you alive... I figure you seek him too, right? How exactly are you planning to find him? I mean, he ran away somewhere... - the shark sounded quizzed - he was not a complete idiot, but he certainly wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. "Find the parralel guy - sounded easy, but now that he had to think on it, he never actually had a plan on finding him, and coming up with one was hard, so he hoped the sword lady had a course of action to follow.

- And about fighting against the strongest ... err, I really don't advise you to do any here. Lord Zudomon's decree prohibits any fighting, against anyone here. Start one and they'll have riot squads all over you in a nick of time. I should know, I kinda currently am in one... - he said, scratching his head with a fin again, putting some honest effort into digging in his memories for at least something that could be useful.

- If that helps though, I heard rumors that above the ocean, on the ground, there is some sort of a conflict on large scale or something... Don't really know much - news from the shore don't spread here often - what happens on solid ground is not our Lord's concern, he has enough trouble keeping this place in order already... So ... what's the plan again?