damned_institute | Nightshift 33: Greenhouse Yard

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With the door shut and Toph safe for the moment, Renamon allowed herself to think again. Her body would be feeling the pain soon, as soon as she calmed down, and she needed to search the outside before it set in. She didn't see anything, but she was learning that meant nothing. And then she realized she didn't need her flashlight.

Renamon stepped further out into the night. She was instantly more relaxed. Outside in the night? She was in her natural element. She wasn't confined in a dark place with walls that felt like death. She was outside, at night, when she was the most powerful. Well, when she was a Digimon.

At that second the pain decided to set in, and she breathed in sharply. That was it. She wouldn't wear the sweatshirt anymore, not if it got caught on things and got her hurt like this. She gently peeled it off, then examined what she could of her wound. It was long and diagonal, nearly the length of her upper arm, and seemed deep. She couldn't see the bone, but it was bleeding freely. An inch, maybe. She wasn't good at determining things like this. She balled up the sweatshirt and held it to the wound tightly.

Once all that was completed, then she looked around more thoroughly.

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Hitsugaya did catch the tempest by surprise. This wasn't necessarily a good thing. With two if its companions down it already feared for its life even as it tried to finish them off. At the shinigami's lunge, the creature lit up the area around it with another electric pulse, trying to knock him away.

The electric pulse did exactly what it had intended to do. The cloth insulated his hands from the shock, but the rest of his body wasn't so lucky. He felt the current course through him as it knocked him back several feet, out into the open. He fell limply to the ground, his body twitching in spasms but otherwise reluctant to bend to his will. He wanted to call out to warn Artemis, but his mouth didn't seem to want to make coherent consonants.

For the next few moments, at least, he was a sitting duck if the bird decided to go after him.

Fortunately for Artemis, he had gotten used to dodging the charges these things carried. However, even though the boy jumped just as the charge hit him, it was by no means a clean maneuver. He felt the electric current run through him, searching for a way out or down. Finding none, it simply ran back through the nearest object to complete the circuit. Artemis landed hard on the ground, taking a knee. His hands were shaking, and his blazer was on fire.

"CAPTAIN!" Artemis watched in horror as Hitsugaya fell to the ground after being hit with a charge. At that point, he had no idea if the charge had been fatal or simply stunning. Either way, his leader was on the ground, his body twitching from the resulting current. If he was alive, Artemis needed to get him to safety, before another charge could enter his body. Which meant killing the monster. Gripping his sword tightly, realizing he was the last line of defense and that he was now fighting for his life, Artemis screamed and charged the last tempest, bringing his sword down as he'd done with the previous.

It was hard to miss Artemis running at it, what with the quintessential yell and charge. That didn't make it any easier to keep from being hit. The pulse had shaken it up some as well, and it was unable to charge another one in the time between this and the boy's attack. Had it not been trying to, it might gave been able to fly out of harm's way.

But the desire to attack Artemis as well was too strong, so as it brought its wings together for a bolt, the boy's sword sliced one of them off. It fell, twitching, to join its partner.

Hitsugaya slowly, gradually regained control of his extremities, the charge wearing off and leaving him simply feeling very, very sore. Had his hair not already stood on end, he suspected it would be now.

"Good work, Fowl," he said, his voice still a little slurred as his nerves reset from the electricity running through his system. He lay on the ground for the time being, not quite ready to stand up.

Artemis was left breathing heavily, his sword on the ground in his tired hand. As far as he knew, he'd gotten it. It would most likely be more concerned with staying alive now, rather than attacking. His head snapped towards the sound of Hitsugaya's voice, as though ready for another attack. When he realized that it was just the captain, and not something ready to pounce, he breathed an internal sigh of relief.

"Thank... thank you Captain," Artemis said, trying to catch his breath and calm his nerves. "I thought you'd... been on the receiving end of a fatal shock." He knelt down next to Hitsugaya, taking off his smoldering blazer. Well, this one was ruined. "Do you need me to heal you?"

Hitsugaya sat up, slowly beginning to feel better. He unbunched the haori, noting the smoldering marks on it. Still, as a matter of sentimentality, he couldn't just leave it behind. Instead he wore it again, in spite of the few black marks noting where the electric shocks had singed it.

"No," he said. "I'll be fine. I'm just sore." At last he forced himself back to his feet as his legs gradually relearned how to coordinate themselves and allow him to walk. He glanced up at the wall. "Alright then," he said. "Let's try that wall again."

"Yes sir," Artemis said, doing the same with his coat. It was burnt in some places as well, but he didn't particularly care. It would be replaced in the morning like all of his other clothing items were.

He looked up at the wall as well. The coast seemed to be clear for once, so the sooner the better. "After you, Captain."

Hitsugaya began to climb the wall again, moving a little slower than his last attempt at scaling the wall, but nonetheless making decent progress. He reached the top and flung one leg over the wall, straddling it as he caught his breath. Then he leaned down and held a hand out to the other boy.

They were actually on the other side of the wall! They were going to make it!

Artemis reached up, feeling a small thrill go down his spine once again. Almost there... almost out. The Captain was reaching down for his hand, Artemis was reaching up for his. They had made it out.

He grasped Hitsugaya's hand and pulled himself up with every ounce of strength he had.

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Nightshift 33: Greenhouse Yard

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