~Knowledge is one of the most important element on human life, but also the most discriminated.
It won't matter if I someday stop walk, talk or even pray, so as long as I have this power, I will learn that everything else is irrelevant~
Tamer: Mike Hunt
Partner: Dragord (Dracomon)
As Mike continued his walk toward the location of the rest, a small sound could be heard from the distance. Mike didn't pay too much attention to it, but Dragord decided to investigate it. As soon as Mike noticed Dragord going ahead all by himself he quickly reaches his shoulder. "Exactly where do you think you are going? It is late already, and it could be dangerous" "No, Mike, please listen" Mike kept quiet for a moment, enough to hear once again the same noise, but just like before Mike couldn't care less for it. "What is so special about it?" "Someone is in danger, it's clear those sounds are yelling of pain!" Dragord said right before he decided to ignore Mike's warnings and run toward the possible injured person. "Clear for a digimon... not for a human... *sigh* I guess I have no choice" Mike decided to follow his partner, one thing it was clear for him is that his digimon was a little to caring for others.
Mike was barely capable to keep up with Dragord, as physical stuff weren't exactly his speciality. Just when he thought his legs were not going to make it, Dragord stops. Mike then sit down, trying to relax and soon the sounds they were following were clear. They were frequent, it was a groan, a painful sound... Dragord continued forward with Mike behind him and soon both could look clearly to the source of the sound. A digimon with black, and apparently injured wings and red claws was crawling little by little, pushing himself forward with no actual direction, letting out small yells of pain. Even for someone as anti-social as Mike, the image was heart-breaking and Dragord was far more emotional than Mike. "A Demidevimon..." Mike whispered for himself and before Dragord could react, Mike approaches to the injured digimon and noticed something, the size was quite small, it wasn't a full development Demidevimon... how old could he be? 2 years old? No way he was older than Dragord, that was for sure. "Are you okay? No wait... of course you are not okay... Please, let me help you" Mike tried to hold the poor digimon on his arms, but before lifting him, Demidevimon slashes him with his claws. "Ouch! Ahhh...." Mike's arm starts bleeding slightly which quickly motivates Dragord to step forward. "Hey, what do you think you are doing?!! We want to help!" Dragord literally snaps at Demidevimon but the little guy didn't seem to care at all. In fact, he just continued to move forward.
Mike analysed the injured or 'damage' as he likes to call it, it was merely superficial, the blood showed higher damage that it actually caused. Knowing this, the boy simply grabs two syringes from his travel bag, filled them with anaesthesia and injected them right on his legs before Demidevimon could react, he let go a quick yell and before he could try to attack Mike, the effects quickly took over the digimon. "This wouldn't affect powerful digimons, but it seems to work perfectly on rookie level" Mike showed a small but distinguished grin which Dragord recognize immediately, it is the same grin Mike always does when something go as planned, regardless of whatever that is supposed to mean, Dragord never liked that smile but proved to be able to put up with it. As Demidevimon was unconscious, Mike takes him on his arms and thought of coming back with the others.... but that was far from happening. Just as predicted, several threatening sounds start echoing close the defenceless group. "Great...." Mike murmured, there was no time to lose, two thinks were important right now. First, their safety. Second, detect the imminent danger that approach before it is too late. "Mike, what do we do now?" Dragord was beyond nervous, he knew his job, and that was to protect Mike no matter what, but how? He was weak, and no battle experience whatsoever. Mike was smart, he could came out with something.... but why? Why is he always depending in Mike, shouldn't it be the other way around? No, no time to doubt, not right now.
"Tell me where the closest sound is Dragord" Mike's command were absolute right now, and Dragord remained focus for a second, several sounds were closing in, it was like if all the digimons were coming after them.... somehow, they were all attracted here... "On our leg, a digimon is coming closer and quickly" Mike noticed it was the same direction from where Demidevimon came from. Coincidence? In that second Mike would rather just get rid of the dying Demidevimon right there and see if they could stand a chance and escape, but Dragord quickly hold Mike's hand with a 'don't you even think about it' kind of look. Mike simply shake off his hands from Dragord. "Whatever, let's run to the left" Both starts running as fast as they could.... not good. Mike wasn't in his best shape now, he wasn't sure how long can he kept running... and if they get involved on a fight? No... if they do, their chances of winning were low, and worse, if they do fight, all the other digimon were going to find them and most likely killed them. Just a few seconds later, Dragord heard someone even bigger coming right toward them. "Mike! This way!" Dragord pulled Mike by his arms toward their left, almost making him let go of Demidevimon. Soon, even Mike could hear a couple of steps coming closer to their position. They weren't loud, so he doubt it was a powerful digimon, soon Mike and Dragord visualized 4 Goburimons running toward them. "There he is!! Crush him!!" Judging by their screams of anger, it was evident what just happened.... all these digimons were here to hunt down Demidevimon. "Ready?!" Mike screams to Dragord as he let him take the lead, Dragord, by mere instinct he uses his Tail Smash. Dracomon just thought for a moment he attracted their attention... he was wrong, all the Goburimons ignored his fallen friend and run toward Mike, Before Dragord could go back and protect him, Mike was ready with a syringes in his arm and went to the left, injected it in Goburimon's throat. The effect was almost instantaneous as Goburimon begins losing his balance. "Attack!" Mike throw himself to the ground allowing Dracomon a clear shoot at one the Goburimon with his Baby Breath. "Three are out, only one left" "No Dragord, they are all out" Mike said with a huge grin as the left Goburimon simply fall over with a frozen leg. "How did you....?" "Demidevimon's attack" Mike said as Dragord notice Demidevimon was clearly awake in Mike's arms, but still immobile. "The pain... is gone..." "Yeah, but just for now. The effect will last just 2 hours, if you are lucky" "Anyway... thanks...." "No problem, thank Dragord, if it was me, I would have throw you away the moment I knew this digimon were after you" Demidevimon simply ignore the last comment and closed his eyes, soon he was asleep again. "We need to go back with the others and-" "No" Mike said before Dragord could finish what he wanted to said. "This is our problem, we solve it, by ourselves. No need for the others to meddling. Besides, we clear this way. We just need to keep moving, look" Mike aimed toward a huge cave 1/3 km away. "Let's go, there we will be safe, at least for now" "But, what about the other big digimon after us?" "Don't worry, he won't follow anytime soon, besides, digimons have good senses, right? Let's see how good" Mike took advantage that Demidevimon didn't feel pain at all and take off an environmental spray, soon he beings covering Demidevimon's whole body with it until he could only smell roses and girly stuff. "I never thought that would be useful...." "Digimon's with high senses of smell and hearing are problematic, so I keep a couple of things to deal with it on my bag. Now let's go" Mike said and he together with Dragord walked together toward the cave.
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