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This...wasn't a Gatomon. Looked similar yes, but certainly not a Gatomon. But the question made him curious. She was strong though. In all the years he had spent surviving he had learned how to tell the strength of another from looking at them.

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This...wasn't a Gatomon. Looked similar yes, but certainly not a Gatomon. But the question made him curious. She was strong though. In all the years he had spent surviving he had learned how to tell the strength of another from looking at them.

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Shadow stopped dead in his tracks. He pushed past Gladion and Renamon. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the slash. Shadow wasn't a medic, that was for sure. He knew basic first aid, but that was on real beings... That had blood.

"I can move on my own. I do not need others to carry me." Though he was probably not in the best shape to be doing so. "As for what happened, I was after a bounty in the digital world, and the bastard had set an ambush with some friends. One of them got me. But they're bytes in the wind now. But it's also what I get for going after a mega-level digimon."

Starter Call

The digimon is now going to scream. "Gah! Warn people next time!"

The digimon is now going to scream. "Gah! Warn people next time!"

The digimon is now going to scream. "Gah! Warn people next time!"

The digimon is now going to scream. "Gah! Warn people next time!"

The Gryphon glared hard at the digimon. If anyone else knew they'd kill Shadow. "What's on the line then, challenged chooses."

"I came from a world torn in war, a whole universe. I was the best sniper in my company until I ran into my boyfriend. I won't make it easy." He held his claw out to shake on the agreement.

"We fought to survive too." He said under his breath as he made his way to a shack he had built on Aether. He came back with an 'average' sized sniper rifle.

"Fighting to survive and fighting for survival are two different things. One is akin to fighting against death, and the other is dancing with death." He didn't have to grab a weapon since his was part of his body. And he could control every aspect about it. How dense his sand bullets were, the firing pressure, and even aiming was all instinctual for him.

"Limits are there for a reason, you know." He sets the rifle on a table and opens the action. He pulled the five-round magazine out and slowly clicked bullets into it. "Plus, unlike yours, this rifle has a history behind it. It's more alive than you think."

Scourge would take the round in his hand to feel the weight. He could replicate something like this with his sand rounds. "Limits are a weakness that can be exploited. Plus my arm is not just a prosthetic. When I evolved this is what my arm became. So I learned how to safely push the limits. Much pushing your muscles so they get stronger. The biological material heals over time, but it is stronger each time. The downside is that it means that there is a barrier. A barrier that I have reached."

My gun has no limits, only the limit of myself. Like you, my weapon is a part of me, more so...I know every aspect about it. He took the bullet back and pointed down the forest.

"You could have made this a better challenge. " He would lay down on his stomach and look through the scope. His body instantly made the necessary adjustments. Than he noticed how the target was suspended. Nailed up and held in place with chains. "Is anything attached to the target allowed to be shot?"

"Anything, the smaller the target, the better the points." He said, standing over him, reminding him of how Abe would stand over him, being a spotter. He watched how the fellow bird lay down, worked his weapon into a spot, and got ready to shoot.

So, smaller targets were worth more points. Than the nails would be perfect. So, double checking his measurements he'd confirm that he would have the time for it. A deep breath in, three rounds ready for him to use, and than a squeeze of his trigger aimed at the first nail, than the second when the target was at the height of a swing, and than one last one at the center of the target. By his own estimates each round should have hit their marks, but there was always room for error.

The Gryphon glared hard at the digimon. If anyone else knew they'd kill Shadow. "What's on the line then, challenged chooses."

"I came from a world torn in war, a whole universe. I was the best sniper in my company until I ran into my boyfriend. I won't make it easy." He held his claw out to shake on the agreement.

"We fought to survive too." He said under his breath as he made his way to a shack he had built on Aether. He came back with an 'average' sized sniper rifle.

"Fighting to survive and fighting for survival are two different things. One is akin to fighting against death, and the other is dancing with death." He didn't have to grab a weapon since his was part of his body. And he could control every aspect about it. How dense his sand bullets were, the firing pressure, and even aiming was all instinctual for him.

"Limits are there for a reason, you know." He sets the rifle on a table and opens the action. He pulled the five-round magazine out and slowly clicked bullets into it. "Plus, unlike yours, this rifle has a history behind it. It's more alive than you think."

Scourge would take the round in his hand to feel the weight. He could replicate something like this with his sand rounds. "Limits are a weakness that can be exploited. Plus my arm is not just a prosthetic. When I evolved this is what my arm became. So I learned how to safely push the limits. Much pushing your muscles so they get stronger. The biological material heals over time, but it is stronger each time. The downside is that it means that there is a barrier. A barrier that I have reached."

My gun has no limits, only the limit of myself. Like you, my weapon is a part of me, more so...I know every aspect about it. He took the bullet back and pointed down the forest.

"You could have made this a better challenge. " He would lay down on his stomach and look through the scope. His body instantly made the necessary adjustments. Than he noticed how the target was suspended. Nailed up and held in place with chains. "Is anything attached to the target allowed to be shot?"

The Gryphon glared hard at the digimon. If anyone else knew they'd kill Shadow. "What's on the line then, challenged chooses."

"I came from a world torn in war, a whole universe. I was the best sniper in my company until I ran into my boyfriend. I won't make it easy." He held his claw out to shake on the agreement.

"We fought to survive too." He said under his breath as he made his way to a shack he had built on Aether. He came back with an 'average' sized sniper rifle.

"Fighting to survive and fighting for survival are two different things. One is akin to fighting against death, and the other is dancing with death." He didn't have to grab a weapon since his was part of his body. And he could control every aspect about it. How dense his sand bullets were, the firing pressure, and even aiming was all instinctual for him.

"Limits are there for a reason, you know." He sets the rifle on a table and opens the action. He pulled the five-round magazine out and slowly clicked bullets into it. "Plus, unlike yours, this rifle has a history behind it. It's more alive than you think."

Scourge would take the round in his hand to feel the weight. He could replicate something like this with his sand rounds. "Limits are a weakness that can be exploited. Plus my arm is not just a prosthetic. When I evolved this is what my arm became. So I learned how to safely push the limits. Much pushing your muscles so they get stronger. The biological material heals over time, but it is stronger each time. The downside is that it means that there is a barrier. A barrier that I have reached."

The Gryphon glared hard at the digimon. If anyone else knew they'd kill Shadow. "What's on the line then, challenged chooses."

"I came from a world torn in war, a whole universe. I was the best sniper in my company until I ran into my boyfriend. I won't make it easy." He held his claw out to shake on the agreement.

"We fought to survive too." He said under his breath as he made his way to a shack he had built on Aether. He came back with an 'average' sized sniper rifle.

"Fighting to survive and fighting for survival are two different things. One is akin to fighting against death, and the other is dancing with death." He didn't have to grab a weapon since his was part of his body. And he could control every aspect about it. How dense his sand bullets were, the firing pressure, and even aiming was all instinctual for him.

The Gryphon glared hard at the digimon. If anyone else knew they'd kill Shadow. "What's on the line then, challenged chooses."

"I came from a world torn in war, a whole universe. I was the best sniper in my company until I ran into my boyfriend. I won't make it easy." He held his claw out to shake on the agreement.