Strength of Oneself

[Drum]

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Sky above me. Earth below me. Fire within me. "Che... that meeting went well..." Drum muttered under his breath, seated on a high hill and looking down at the surroundings below with a faraway expression on his face. He was still mulling over that strange meeting with the Wild Cards, especially all the sort of characters that came along to it. The image of a MadLeomon looming over him and poised to strike passed through his mind, filled next by the patronizing and snarling visage of Ferghus telling them off; it ended with Karisa's lovely face telling them to please be quiet and not cause an scene, it was directed more at Leyton than at himself but he still got the message loud and clear. "Grr..." The Mini Dragon Digimon growled to himself as a feeling of inadequacy washed over him, all of those that were present were more powerful and imposing than he was as a mere Rookie, fucking hell even Leyton, a mere human, somehow managed to become a Digimon of great power; Spirit Wielder or whatever he called himself as. Frankly, he didn't care, as long as that man stood far away from him and didn't interact much with him it was none of his business what Leyton choose to do. Well, unless it directly affected him, then it made it his business. Sighing through his nose the Drumdramon stood up and stretched out the kinks in his body. "I need to get stronger, and quickly." He decided with a nod after a silent beat passed, the winds caressing his skin where the armor didn't manage to cover. Looking down at the ground he spotted a stray piece of rock and for the hell of it, he kicked it away and down the hill, watching it roll and roll with a disinterested gaze.

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[Stigmata]

Ruff Time

Lurking somewhat close by, stalking patiently behind the Drumdramon; a small beast Digimon was approaching him. It's white coat and canine-like appearance was identifiable enough as a Labramon.

Unlike many of it's kind, this particular beast Digimon was feral and for the most part uncaring of others beyond itself. The only thing in particular that it did care for was it's own survival as an individual. While docile enough that it still disliked fighting, it was more than willing to do so if it needed to. It could not have other Digimon stomping around in it's hunting grounds, so having smelled this intruder was enough to at least make them try and scare them away.

The Labramon glared at the strange Dragon Digimon, growling viciously at him in a attempt to shoe him off. In this particular area of the plains, there was only one Rookie level that was allowed to be there, and that was them!

Labramon approached!

[Labramon]
[Level: Rookie]
[Attribute: Vaccine]


[Passives]
[Medic] - Boosts the effects of healing-based abilities used by the user by 20%.

[Attacks]
[Retriever-Bark] - Calls out with a loud voice in ultra-high frequencies, stunning Rookie levels or lower in a cone of 5 meters for 1 Post. (Cooldown: 3 Posts)

[Cure Liqueur] - Uses holy-magic embedded in the user's coding to moderately heal the user or an ally. (Cooldown: 1 Post)

[Byte Bite] - Attacks with a vicious bite, clamping down onto the target.

Drum

PHARAOH LEAP.

[Drum]

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Sky above me. Earth below me. Fire within me. At the growling he heard behind him, Drum quickly spun around with a comically scared expression upon his scaled features; it was clear that he had been ready to come face to muzzle with a Garurumon or any other Beast-Type Digimon that roamed these plains, but what he didn't expect to find was a mere yapper dog staring daggers at him. He couldn't help it, the laughter spilled from his lips in loud crescendos and seemed that it wasn't going to stop anytime soon. "BWAHAHAHAHA. Oh, this is RICH!" The only reason he didn't start to roll around on the grass and pound it with his fist was because he had better self-control than that. Finally being done with most of his mirth, the Mini Dragon Digimon rubbed a finger against his eye to clean an imaginary tear away. "Oh man, I really need that." Turning towards the Rookie Digimon, the reptile made shooing motions towards it. "Shoo; trot along now to whatever. I don't have time to deal with you." That was a damn lie, he was ready to get rid off some tension after that small fiasco back at the oil rig; thankfully nothing bad really happened but it still made him feel inadequate and small compared to the powerhouses that the WC had at its beck and call. Perhaps beating this Rookie's face in would do wonders for his bruised ego. [Drumdramon] [Level: Rookie] [Attribute: Vaccine] [Passives] [○ Reckless Charge] - Excitement coursing through his veins, Drum's attacks have a 10% oomph. [Attacks] [○ Piercing Drill] - Stabs his opponent with the drill-end of his tail or his hand while spinning it, causing 10% damage over time for two turns. (Cooldown: 2 posts) [○ Moete Kita Zo] - A fiery aura surrounds Drum's body, invigorating him with new energy. Drops all active cooldowns by 1 and gives him a tiny 5% oomph of strength. (Cooldown: 2 posts) [○ Pyro Sphere] - Taking a deep breath while the tubes of his body began to spew smoke, Drum shoots a large fireball at the target to damage them, said damage would double if the target is currently experiencing a DoT. (Cooldowns: 1 post) Stigmata

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