“Yeah, such a grace, havin’ t’ babysit a li’l kid. ‘m so fortunate. So far yer all bark an’ no bite,” he snorted, amused by how tough this kid was trying to act. It reminded him of… well, him, when he was younger.
Ahh, those stupid, stupid days.
“Why should I tell ya? Ain’t any a’ yer fuckin’ business wha’ I happen t’ do. I jus’ got shit t’ do an’ yer in th’ way, kiddo. Wha’s th’ matter? Can’t handle it when ya don’ got a situation under control? — Allow me t’ further take it away from ya.”
His eyes flickered as he watched that hand move. It seemed like a subconscious act, but Beelzemon knew it well enough already. He didn’t sense another Digimon nearby, but that never stopped someone from being around anyway. And with that motion, he knew that it had to be some sort of Digivice. And he wasn’t going to take his chances.
He’d killed enough partners.
Pulling one of the Berenjena from its holster, he calmly and casually aimed the twin muzzles of the gun right to Kiriha’s head.
“Watch it, Digi-dork. I know tha’ movement— don’ bother callin’ fer yer li’l pets, I’ll shoot ya down before ya get th’ chance t’ evolve ‘em.”
“Whaddya think’s gonna be faster, huh? You pullin’ tha’ Digivice or me shootin’ ya in th’ head?”
Fer th’ love’a Fanglongmon, be intimidated, I don’ wanna fuckin’ shoot ya.
“Don’t write me off just yet,” he barked back, “Empty threats aren’t my style.” And he believed that to be true enough. Heck, for all the times he’d waged wars against possibly hundred of thousands of soldiers, he surely won’t let himself back down on a challenge when confronted if he can help it. Not back then, and certainly not now. Especially when it mattered the most.
But he certainly hadn’t braced himself for the Demon Lord’s swift, yet unexpectedly calm choice of action. Vigilant sense instinctively piqued and heightened, those wide cerulean blue eyes of his gazed back at the gun’s nozzle, before slowly trailing up to Beelzemon’s face.
When his mind registered his words, he knew he was neither going to get through this situation the easy way, nor was it likely that he’d be able to get the explanation he demanded. But hell if Kiriha was going to take that sitting down and let him do as he pleases. With a low growl–
“Just look at all this!”
–The memory of that red-head’s rebuking flashed in his mind before he could even do so much as move his hand; the only evident sign he even thought about whipping out his Xros Loader in that single moment was the faint twitching of his fingers.
Angrily, she had gestured to the destructive scene around her. “You’ve involved so many people in this… Are you telling me this is your battle style!?”
“…!”
“…Tch…” Damn his conscience. But, her words are still true to this moment as they were back then. As much as his predicament drove him back to his desire to fight, he couldn’t risk causing a scene here. No. He didn’t need another repeat of the damage he’s done in the past; he’d already caused enough accidents and unfortunate casualties back then. And deny it he might, there was still that small knot of guilt that tugged at his chest to this very day.
He hated to consider it, but, could it be that his claws have grown duller and unpolished over the years? Maybe. Maybe not. But he wasn’t about to make the same mistakes again.
But maybe he could give them both a change of scenery. If it was even possible to persuade this hotshot gunner into it. “You–”
“…aaaAAAARGH! I won’t stand for this any longer!” a deep snarl echoed as a bright flash of light emanated from his pocket. Kiriha’s eyes darted down to the light that seemed to burst, and within seconds–
“–What–!?”
“–Blaster Tail!!”
Without even giving a chance for Kiriha to protest about the impromptu strike, the bestial Digimon that realized into view abruptly swung his massive appendage towards Beelzemon’s direction, tip furiously lit ablaze with blue flames.
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