[let's edit the rules to simply one digimon, since I only have one]
Why conceal the requiem that plays for you when I appear?
Fire. The soft red ember shined like a personal sun, discarded in ash. Zaluk took another drag of his cigarette, it was a stub waiting to be discarded. As he looked around him, his gray hair flowed in the light breeze, as the graveyard became littered in a thin veil of water. "It's beginning to rain." He uttered softly under his breath, the sprinkling quickly turning into a downpour. His drenched gray shirt and black pants looked dry in the lack of light, yet his hair dripping occasionally with water made it obvious of the fact. He was wearing hot pink. It showed itself on his wrists and the design on the shirt he wore today. Reaching into a pocket on his shirt, he wished to grab another cigarette, but instead instinctively reached his digivice, which was also the same pink of his accessories. Turning it around, he plopped a small tool seemingly out of no where. It was a tool from his side bag. A tiny screwdriver. Prying open the digivice, he summoned his chibomon.
"I invited someone here today. Dark tamer. Sorta high strung so don't piss him off alright? I trust your skills, but I am sure he is confident as well. Our goal is simple. Cut off his head, make him bleed, and make his defeated digimon cry in agony." His head remained fixed on the toy in his hands, ignoring the terror he bestowed on his digimon.
"Wait? Did you think I was serious? No. I called him out here for a spar. Doesn't mean we gotta go easy, he is a bad guy. We might die so you better kill first if it comes to it. I just wanna test some . . ." A short pause, followed by a deep sigh ensued. "Hacking."
"You scare me sometimes you know that Zaru? I will defend you until I die, let's just be sure that they don't let us down." His attitude changed half way through. As he was filled with power, confidence followed. "Gallantmon, I need you to understand something. We are going to prove ourselves, so just follow my lead, and do not. I repeat, do not let them take the arena. It is our biggest ally."
The graveyard around them was to put blatantly; spooky as hell. The tombstones of discarded digimon filled every few steps. As Zaluk looked at them he felt a bit of awe, at all the stones without names. It was a perfect battlefield, so that he could write Marcus's name on one of them, after he buried him.
Is it because you want to engulf yourself in the hymn that plays for me?
