Tamer Name: Lisa Valerius
Digimon Species: Psychemon
Battle Type: Hologram
Field Area: Plains ;; Grassy area with occasional strong winds and few trees.

Transaction Details: 5250 - 50 = 5200

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Shoved from her back, a blindfolded female human by the name of Lisa Valerius entered the plains with a striped furry beast not far behind her. Resisting against the digital monster, the girl struggled to get the blindfold off or stop moving in the direction that the beast named Garrion pushed her.

Psychemon grunted. "Stop resisting and - " he was cut off violently here by the protesting human who unsuccessfully tried to jerk to the left to Garrion's surprise. The beast scowled and showed his new set of fangs, forgetting the fact that his threat wouldn't be able to be noticed due to the cloth over Lisa's eyes.

"Tell me where we're going!" she demanded as she gnashed her teeth in her anger.

Slamming into her from the back, Garrion made his partner stumble and momentarily lose balance. "Hmph". his reply was to the ignored question.

After the impact, the human seemed to quiet down and walk to wherever the beast led her with no resistance. Digimon had far more powers than a worthless human, yet he knew that having a human would have it's benefits later on. For now, he'd just have to drag on with this human in hopes of finding the power he sought later. Maybe giving this human an idea of what was going on would help them get on better relationship. And better relationships? Maybe that'd mean getting the power faster. The power to change the worlds and get the respect he wanted.

"We're going... to train." Garrion slowly said before grabbing the cloth and tearing it up with his dark green claws.

The holographic generators buzzed to life, forming the sprawling terrain and twinkling sky. The grass was green, the trees were swaying, and the breeze was pleasant. A shame that it wasn't a time for relaxation, but instead was about to become a sight of strife.

The terrain generator had formed a hill a few dozen meters in front of Lisa and Garrion, and motion was visible at the crest of it. Something was using the crest of the hill and the resulting altitude to partially screen himself.

"Judgment Arrow!"

A digizoid-tipped arrow shot from the crest of the hill, aimed center-mass at Garrion.

Clumsily attempting to sidestep, the Psychemon had a slow reaction and was grazed at the shoulder. Spinning came the digizoid-tipped arrow which made the tips of Garrion's perfect fur, singed.

"Oooowch!" he moaned before turning to examine his wound. His fur suddenly bristled, and his eyes went aflame. "Now look! My perfect fur! My POOR, POOR fur! What am I to do? Who is responsible?" he yelps out. Grumbling and using his claw to hide his no longer perfect fur, Garrion marches towards the crest of the hill.

"Wait! Wait! Don't leave me behind!" Lisa comes running afterwards, stumbling every once and a while, though Garrion doesn't bother to take a moment to pause.

"Hmph. Hmph. Hmph." Garrion growls beneath his breath as he bares his fangs. "I'll make the person who commited such a felony beyond imagination pay if it's the last thing I do..."

Sagitarimon remained in cover, aware that his irate opposition moving toward him. Slowly moving toward him, it seemed, given the nature of the combat situation. That was fine. After all, the holograms were supposed to provide a challenge.

"Judgment Arrow!" The creature looked rather like an armored cenataur, using its muscular arms to work the bow while its four hooves provided it excellent stance. It drew back another arrow, and as the bow reached maximum draw, the Sagitarimon released the string and sent another broadhead sailing through the air at Garron.

Spinning through the air, the arrow spiraled in upon Garrion, but the fur creature stayed in the same position, undaunted. He crouched for a moment; the Psychemon grimaced as if he was unsure of how the situation's result would be as he wanted. A mere second before the arrow would hit the target, Psychemon shoved away such thoughts and declared, "Psyche Horn!". Attempting to parry the attack, the purple-furred creature. The cone-shaped horn upon his head illuminated for a moment, giving off a dazzling bright spin of colors, before shattering the arrow launched at the Psychemon.

"Are you crazy?" the human behind him exclaimed. "What is this? A deathwish? Let's get out of here!"

However, there was but no reply, for the impact of the powerful arrow had momentarily stunned him in surprise and shock. He had stumbled a few feet backward from his original position, and was well aware that this fight wasn't going to work out well for him if another arrow was shot.

If I am to dodge or parry, I will exhaust myself out. Sooner or later, the arrow will hit... Then I'll be deleted...

"What are you doing? Get up and let's go!" the human screamed. "Big scary horse shooting arrows equals 'LET'S GET OUT OF HERE'!"

"Let's try something different." Garrion muttered to himself. He blinked twice before darting forward towards the Sagitarimon in hopes of making the battle close and personal instead.

Sagittarimon drew another arrow from the quiver on his back, settling the slender shaft against against the curvature of his bow. The Psychemon's ability to deal with ranged attacks seemed lackluster at best, so he could probably be dealt with from a range. Naturally Garrion was trying to get close, but Sagittarimon wasn't completely helpless at such short range either.

He lowered the bow, and his four legs smoothly slid into motion. His hooves pounded the slope, flinging of chunks of grass and dirt as he went. "Meteor Gallop!" Building speed, he barreled headlong at Garrion, hoping his great speed and heavier body would be a damaging combination.