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Character's name (media)
First row, left to right
Mister Magic Pierrot (Sailor Moon OG anime)
Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)
Charlotte (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)
Kefka (Final Fantasy VI and Dissidia)
Zable Fahr (Trials of Mana)
Second row, left to right
Dhoulmagus (Dragon Quest VIII Journey of the Cursed King)
Piemon (Digimon Adventure, Digimon Ghost Game)
Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)
Cosmos (My Little Pony Friendship is Magic)
HIM (Power Puff Girls)
Third row, left to right
Pennywise the Clown (IT)
Joker (Persona 2: Innocent Sin)
Dimentio (Super Paper Mario)
Goremand (Trials of Mana)
Fourth row, left to right
Jevil (Deltarune)
Jester (Devil May Cry)
Art the Clown (Terrifier)
Zombozo (Ben 10)
Rita Repulsa (Mighty Morphin Power Rangers)
Fifth row, left to right
Zorn & Thorn (Final Fantasy IX)
Emperor Joker (Emperor Joker)
Hisoka Morow (Hunter X Hunter)
Cherubimon Vice (Digimon Frontier)
Discord (My Little Pony Friendship is Magic)
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[fanfic] Guardians of the Wind: Chapter 3 [end]
Ranamon stirred slowly, yawning even as she opened her eyes and started to look around. She lay on the softest bed she could’ve imagined, with three pillows that put the fluffiest of clouds to shame.
That annoyed her enough to get her sitting up. Anything that was even mildly related to the element of wind annoyed her. She could hardly wait for a Warrior of Wind to appear just so she could destroy whoever it was without hesitation.
She wasn’t in her room. It took two looks around before memory rushed back in: wandering, encountering Rosemon and Angewomon, and how she’d practically fallen asleep over her food.
The Warrior of Water bounced to her feet, shaking off the remnants of her slumber, and hunted around for some water to get her day properly begun. Once she splashed herself into clear-mindedness, she ran a quick sinkful of water and sank her fingertips into it.
Normally she didn’t bother with this. It wasn’t necessary when she slept in her own proper home, because she knew that Cherubimon-sama’s other warriors knew better than to talk about her behind her back.
But waking up in someone else’s home? Ranamon made certain that anyone around her knew to fear her.
“-safe, it really is!” Angewomon’s voice rose up from the water as her image resolved in it.
Rosemon appeared next to her. The two of them lay in one another’s embrace, talking about something. Ranamon’s lip curled at such powerful Digimon being so weak.
“I’ll just feel better about it when she’s gone.” Rosemon breathed out.
Ranamon’s eyes narrowed at this. Were they talking about her? They had to be talking about her.
Angewomon said nothing, only leaned close to her lover. Whatever else they had in mind, they said nothing about it, and Ranamon splashed through the water, interrupting her scrying.
She made up her mind in a heartbeat. It didn’t matter if they were talking about something being safe, about them being safe, or anything else being safe. They didn’t want her around . They didn’t feel safe with her around.
They were about to find out why they shouldn’t.
She didn’t care about the potentially delicious breakfast or about any potential fan club members here. If they worked for Rosemon and Angewomon, then they weren’t her fans.
Water flowed not that far away and Ranamon knew water, called water to her with a flick of one wrist, sending a raging torrent all through the castle from every point that she could.
None of the Digimon here were related to water in any fashion. They used it for drinking, for washing, for entertainment, or for anything else, but what it was: the wonderful, eternal source of life and death.
Only she could do that. And now she did.
Screams rose up all around as the water raged in, slamming against whatever stood in their way, more waves lashing behind them, each wave higher than the one before it, battering until the walls shattered.
“Ranamon!” Rosemon and Angewomon made their way closer, hovering over the water, both of them staring at her in disbelief . “What are you doing? Why are you doing this?”
Ranamon refused to show any hint of hurt. They treated her like the queen she was, but then talked about her behind her back, and not about how wonderful she was! There could only be one punishment for that.
“I’m wrecking everything that you have! You don’t want me here, then there won’t be anything around to keep me here! There won’t be anything here at all!”
Rosemon and Angewomon exchanged a brief glance before Rosemon uncurled her whip and Angewomon’s bow and arrow shimmered into existence before her.
“If a battle is what you want, then a battle is what you’ll get!” Angewomon declared.
Ranamon sniffed and twitched one finger, transforming part of the water swirling all around her into part of one of her favorite attacks: Jealousy Rain. She’d never tried it against Digimon of this strength before, but it would be entertaining to watch.
Part of the rain hit Rosemon dead on and she stumbled back a little, her grip on her whip faltering. She shook it off after a moment, though, and raised her head higher.
“You don’t know what you’re playing with, Ranamon,” the Queen of the Flowers said, her voice flat and uncompromising. “You can leave this place now.”
“Oh, I’m going to leave, but not until after I’ve ruined this place and taken its data for Cherubimon-sama!” Ranamon flicked another finger, this time summoning up a powerful Rain Stream, to hit both of her enemies at the same time. “So tell me where I can get it from!”
Neither of them said a word, though that might well have been because of the Rain Stream slamming into them, first one and then another. Both of them flew forward, not entirely under their own control, crashing against some of the ruined parts of the castle.
“You’re not just going to sit there and ignore me, are you?” Ranamon shouted. “Tell me where I can find it!”
A tiny, drained voice spoke up. “I can tell you where you can find that, and something else you’d want here.”
Ranamon whipped around to see one of the Floramon, now wrapped around a broken piece of wood, staring at her, eyes wide and full of terror.
Ranamon rather liked how that looked. She could do with seeing that far more often. She’d already brought down half the castle with her attacks, and this wasn’t even close to being finished.
When she took the data, she wanted to make certain there wasn’t anything at all left of the castle and the valley itself. On her internal list of things Ranamon couldn’t stand, being lied to by lesser beings ranked second.
First was any lesser being who dared to look more beautiful than she was. Even if they weren’t as beautiful – because who was or could be? - then the arrogance they showed in trying to be so set Ranamon off.
“What are you talking about?” She strolled over to where the Floramon clung weakly to the wood, clearly hoping that Ranamon would be kind to her.
Floramon tried to get a better grip on her tiny bit of salvation before she spoke up again.
“The data is held in a crystal in one of the protected rooms,” she said, pointing to the part of the castle that hadn’t yet collapsed. “You can also find a Spirit in there. I don’t know what Spirit it is, but it’s there.”
My Spirit! Ranamon knew that was what it had to be. What else could it be? “Tell me which one! Where is it?”
She darted over and grabbed hold of Floramon, shaking her repeatedly. “Tell me where it is!”
Floramon waved one hand off toward the still-standing parts. “That’s all I know! It’s there! Only Rosemon-sama and Angewomon-sama know where it is!”
Ranamon stared down at Floramon. She’s too scared to lie to me. Good. She tossed the little Digimon down without another look, turning now to where Angewomon and Rosemon brought themselves back to their feet.
In truth, she knew if she fought a fair fight, then there was a pretty good chance the two of them working together would finish her off. Angewomon was a Perfect, Rosemon an Ultimate. Without her Beast Spirit, she just wasn’t strong enough.
But that was if they fought a fair fight. Ranamon barely knew what a fair fight was.
Within seconds of one another, Ranamon not only knocked down even more of the castle, but slammed Rain Stream and Jealousy Rain into the two of them, not giving them a chance to get up and stand against her.
“Give me the data here!” She demanded, stepping closer, her feet just brushing the surface of the water. “And then give me that Spirit!”
Rosemon shook her head, hand groping about for something. Ranamon saw her whip near her and kicked it away out of Rosemon’s reach. She’d have none of that power touching her.
“Either give it to me or I’ll just wreck everything and take it when I find it!”
“You’re going to do that anyway,” Angewomon pointed out, shaking water out of her wings and hair. “Why should we give you anything?”
“Because if you don’t, I’ll -” Ranamon stopped, thinking over what she was about to say. They had a point, even though she disliked it. Nothing they did would stop her from destroying their little kingdom and even if she offered to spare them, they wouldn’t believe her.
As well they shouldn’t. She would be lying anyway.
So she shrugged. “All right. I’ll just find it for myself.” More water rushed in, more than the lake she’d arrived here through could’ve held. Ranamon always had enough water to do whatever she wanted, and she wanted to bring this entire place to its knees.
Rosemon staggered up to her feet. Ranamon paid her no attention, conjuring more water to bring down what little was left.
Then Rosemon moved forward, swift as death itself, and the thorned rapier in her hands sliced into Ranamon’s tender skin.
Ranamon screamed, falling back, slapping a wave toward Rosemon. “How dare you! How dare you! You hurt me!” That wasn’t what was supposed to happen!
The wave broke over Rosemon and shattered an already half-broken wall. On the other side, Ranamon spied a gleam of crystal that shimmered into the familiar form of data at the touch of her power. Next to the crystal stood something else: not her Spirit, but a Spirit all the same.
The Beast-Spirit of Wind.
Ranamon didn’t even think. She slapped the Spirit with the strongest wave she could conjure, knocking it out of sight. Wherever it ended up, she didn’t know and didn’t care, as long as it wasn’t anywhere near her.
Then she turned to the strip of data, all the power and energy of this place in one convenient package.
Her arm still throbbed and ached where Rosemon wounded her, a flicker of pained energy twisting around her. She’d never been hurt like this before. It wouldn’t ever happen again.
Ranamon brought down the largest wave she’d managed yet, yanking the data towards her as she did, and claiming it for herself. Cherubimon-sama would be so very proud of her.
Eggs began to appear all around, arising out of the water and zooming on their way to the Village of Beginnings. There wasn’t much left of this valley now. Ranamon turned to Rosemon and Angewomon – or Angewomon and Rosemon’s egg, held tenderly in Angewomon’s hands.
“You really shouldn’t have insulted me like that!” Ranamon declared with a toss of her head. “You brought this on yourselves!”
Ranamon never thought hard about anything. But now she decided to be absolutely kind to Angewomon and sent a second powerful wave, overpowering the angel with a bit of effort. Two eggs now headed off into the sky together.
She was, after all, a Legendary Warrior. No ordinary Digimon could overpower her.
Work done, she headed home.
The End
Notes: And it's all over. And the Beast Spirit of Wind, of course, landed in the ocean.
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