Post by Blight on Jun 26, 2016 12:40:39 GMT -5
Alright, time for the fight to get going, eh? Observing the troops, Blight began to sift through his favourites. As per Reikiko's instructions, he would team up with Leyton to start mowing down the opposing side's Ultimate level Digimon. He needed someone else, though. One more guy. "You, Coke Head. You look competent. You come with us. We'll need your Fancypantsmon for Zachary's partner. I assume your partner has light-based attacks, right?" The Nukemon pointed directly at Obasi and Legion, bidding the two of them to come with him. From what he could recall, Panthermon was a darkness element Digimon. Darkness and fire? Something like that. Angemon typically had access to disabling moves and/or holy light, which could stifle their opponent's techniques. Based on his leader's intel, Panthermon could reach Nukemon's power stage, so ganging up on him seemed like the smartest thing to do. Blight had talked about taking out the weakest. It appeared as though he had a special mission to take out a slightly tougher foe. His advice still stood, however. Pick on the bastards en masse, garner success. Aim for the humans. It was simple, really. 'We kill the Catman' he thought. Yes, succinct plan.
Now that he'd gathered his extra muscle, he was going to have to sort out his team. He didn't know this Leyton guy, and other than the fact that he seemed like a giant horndog, there wasn't much he could gather. "If you're good, I'll give you a piece" he said mockingly, once again gesturing to his ass. Blight could not match the awesomeness of giant tits, but what he lacked in bosom he made up in firepower. "Anyway, everyone, gimme your passives. Your moves. What can you do? My nuclear core boosts my speed, so I only get faster. I'm totally immune to poison and any of that shit too, so if you need someone to get gassed, I can do it. I can take a big deuce on enemy passives and blow stuff up. I'm a well-rounded guy, y'know?" So fess up." That little intro would give Leyton and Obasi an idea of what Nukemon was capable of. To make their collaboration effective, they'd have to let him know how they could combine their techniques, what their weaknesses were. As far as his own shortcomings, he couldn't nail anything in particular. He was a Free attribute Digimon, so he wasn't bound by any traditional rock-paper-scissors type stuff. Moreover, he didn't possess a particular elemental affiliation. He had his poison and his radiation, that was about it. Digimon typically capable of resisting him were cut from the same cloth and those were few and far between. Unless anyone here was blastproof, he was going to penetrate the front lines quite easily. Blight hoped that the same would be true for Leyton and whatever power he had. The pretty boy backup from Obasi's partner would be essential, too. The only thing that concerned him was card abuse. The more he fought people lately, the more he grew tired of children's card games. Being a solo Digimon, he was too poor for that BS. Provided SS gave him a good payday for this fight, he figured he could even the odds. Y'know, eventually. For now, he'd result to his usual cheap-ass tactics.
As the group began to prepare their assault, Blight watched in awe as BlackWarGreymon stepped forward. 'And here I was thinking I was the coolest 'Mon in the crew. That bitch really knows how to emasculate a guy!' Was he pouty? Salty? Maybe a wee bit. Jealousy was a lovely, lovely thing. By the same token, he didn't need to fuss over Beelzebutthead all that much. Both Megas were basically out of his way. How was that for a sweet deal? Blight was totally concerned about optics, after all. As long as he made his victory look convincing, he'd feel pretty good.
"Let 'em come."
Tags: Leyton Thomson Obasi Azikiwe
Now that he'd gathered his extra muscle, he was going to have to sort out his team. He didn't know this Leyton guy, and other than the fact that he seemed like a giant horndog, there wasn't much he could gather. "If you're good, I'll give you a piece" he said mockingly, once again gesturing to his ass. Blight could not match the awesomeness of giant tits, but what he lacked in bosom he made up in firepower. "Anyway, everyone, gimme your passives. Your moves. What can you do? My nuclear core boosts my speed, so I only get faster. I'm totally immune to poison and any of that shit too, so if you need someone to get gassed, I can do it. I can take a big deuce on enemy passives and blow stuff up. I'm a well-rounded guy, y'know?" So fess up." That little intro would give Leyton and Obasi an idea of what Nukemon was capable of. To make their collaboration effective, they'd have to let him know how they could combine their techniques, what their weaknesses were. As far as his own shortcomings, he couldn't nail anything in particular. He was a Free attribute Digimon, so he wasn't bound by any traditional rock-paper-scissors type stuff. Moreover, he didn't possess a particular elemental affiliation. He had his poison and his radiation, that was about it. Digimon typically capable of resisting him were cut from the same cloth and those were few and far between. Unless anyone here was blastproof, he was going to penetrate the front lines quite easily. Blight hoped that the same would be true for Leyton and whatever power he had. The pretty boy backup from Obasi's partner would be essential, too. The only thing that concerned him was card abuse. The more he fought people lately, the more he grew tired of children's card games. Being a solo Digimon, he was too poor for that BS. Provided SS gave him a good payday for this fight, he figured he could even the odds. Y'know, eventually. For now, he'd result to his usual cheap-ass tactics.
As the group began to prepare their assault, Blight watched in awe as BlackWarGreymon stepped forward. 'And here I was thinking I was the coolest 'Mon in the crew. That bitch really knows how to emasculate a guy!' Was he pouty? Salty? Maybe a wee bit. Jealousy was a lovely, lovely thing. By the same token, he didn't need to fuss over Beelzebutthead all that much. Both Megas were basically out of his way. How was that for a sweet deal? Blight was totally concerned about optics, after all. As long as he made his victory look convincing, he'd feel pretty good.
"Let 'em come."
Tags: Leyton Thomson Obasi Azikiwe
