See, currently, I’m faced with the most heavy-handed physical representation of the consequences of my actions. Apparently, the herald of my retribution has taken the form of a small seal-looking thing. Funnily enough, it’s only slightly bigger than me. That said, it really does look like a seal. Except it’s white, has a red mohawk, and basically no tail. Oh, and its claws are enormous. So barely anything like a seal at all.
“Release my friends!” it cries, waving its right flipper commandingly. Oh, did I mention it isn’t alone? Floating behind it like a flock of fans crowding around an idol is a huge school of fish, easily numbering in the thousands. It’s enough to make it seem like there’s just a solid wall of fish.
Absently, I press my claws into the fish below my foot, making it pop into a small swarm of pixels. The other fish caught in the net tremble. This makes the seal digimon’s eye twitch and its cute little face twists into a grimace of anger and disgust.
Considering the amount of fish and the look of the digimon commanding them, I’m probably fucked.
As far as I’ve seen, the stronger a digimon is, the bigger and more complex-looking they are. Since this guy is a fair bit bigger than Bukamon, my current yardstick when it comes to Child digimon, I’d say he’s one level above us both. I don’t know what that level is called, but if the difference in power is anything like it is between Baby and Child, then I’m fucked. Or, I would be, if it had attacked straight away instead of demanding a release of my hostages.
Indeed, that’s what I have here. My fish. Or, as they could also be called, my lunch. Apparently, despite having literally thousands of these fish at its beck and call, this digimon had still decided to value these two dozen above them all.
I let my claws fall on the back of another fish.
“C-, cut it out!” the seal digimon cries. “If you don’t, we’re gonna attack, and you’ll finally get what’s been coming to you!”
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Hm. If I were to release the fish, it would maybe let me go. Either that, or it’ll attack me properly in the buzz of not having to care about the hostages anymore. This all depends on whether or not it knows that I’ve been chomping fish for a pretty good while now. If it knows that, then it won’t let me go. But if this isn’t the case, then my best bet would probably be to try to escape.
On the other hand…
I press my claws into the fish in my grasp, making it pop. The pixels slip inside my body. See, I’m not on the same level as Bukamon anymore. I can feel it in my body. If I could only kill a couple dozen more fish, or a high-levelled digimon, then I could probably evolve. Considering that I’m around as large as this guy even though I’m still Child, if I can only evolve, then I could easily make scrap data out of it. It wouldn’t even be hard.
Internally, I grin.
“If-, if you hurt one more of my friends, then-,”
Not waiting for the seal digimon to finish his little speech, I hop onto the captured, netted fish, pressing my claws into them like a fat Italian stomping grapes. Jumping, skipping, almost dancing, my tail beating to an inaudible tune, I crush the fish below me into a fine, pixelated paste. As expected, the seal digimon is so stunned by the sudden display that it can’t even bring itself to command its little fishies.
As the final fish dies below my grave dance, I make good use of this small moment of hesitation to squat down and leap off the seafloor, using my tail as a propeller to almost instantly appear right in front of the seal digimon. Its eyes widen, and if I had been able to grin, I would have. Doing a front flip, I spin around and make my tail smack into the seal digimon’s head.
“Owch!” it cries, flying back. But with the moment of shock overcome, it spares no effort dodging my next attack, twirling out of the way of my claws like an underwater ballerina. “Water shot!”
Water wha-,
A stream of water knocks into me, invisible in the depths, and I’m only barely able to swim out of the way, the stream of concentrated water hitting my right leg and shearing off my skin. I guess I’m lucky I don’t have a mouth or I would definitely have screamed. Instead, I can only stare in horror at my opened leg, watching with hidden terror how pixels and 1’s and 0’s spill out. I turn back to the seal digimon.
Its eyes are as wide as mine is, its jaw working silently. Somehow, it seems just as afraid by the display of destructive power as I should be. But this show of fear works to my advantage.
I only need my tail to swim; my legs and claws are purely for combat. I swim towards it, but I can only get about halfway there before it snaps out of its terror. It raises a claw and I expect some sort of attack, quickly bringing up my legs in defence, but instead, it simply shouts, “M-, Marching Fishes!”
This stirs the horde.