Digimon Legacy: Last But Not Least: Part 3

"Jesus that was close." Ian sighed in relief. Loamon had used his staff to block Boogeymon's attack just in time. The deadly points of the demons fork were mere inches from the two humans. The pair promptly ran to a safe distance as few feet away as the two Digimon duelled.
Najamon had easily avoided Tapirmon's rushed aerial attack and while the strange Rookie remained dazed made his attack. "Barbed Strike" His teeth embedded themselves into the side of the other Digimon. It screamed in pain as electricity coursed through its muscles.
In his attempt to hang on as he was shook violently in an attempt to dislodge him Najamon did not notice the next attack until it was too late. Boogeymon, who had successfully parried his adversary's attacks and disarmed him, knocking him to the floor, slashed his weapon viciously at the snake Digimon tearing three deep reels into his skin.
Najamon let go of Tapirmon, screaming in agony at his wound, which was bleeding steadily. Boogeymon kicked the Rookie to the side and turned back to Loamon who had returned to his feet. "Disoriental Wave" Loamon called, a pulse of magical energy flowing from his fingertips. Boogeymon pivoted out of the way and turn back to face the monkey.
"Death Crush" he barked savagely, clenching his right hand into a fist. From nowhere a force slammed into Loamon on either side, as if two enormous hands had just clamped onto him. The Rookie yelped in shock and pain, falling to his knees and shaking. Freyja winced at the sight of her friend, torn between running to him or attacking Boogeymon herself.
A few meters away Tapirmon was guarding Najamon, making sure he would not stand up and return to the fight. He could do without being shocked like that again; his side was still stinging from the snakes' last attack. In his urgency to keep the other Rookie in his place, the tapir Digimon did not notice Ian silently sneak around the other side of the bus and get up close behind him.
"Bastard" Ian snapped coldly as he roughly punted the Rookie with his foot, taking care to hit him where Najamon had bitten him. Tapirmon squealed pathetically and collapsed onto his other side.
"You okay?" Ian asked his friend, who was still lying on the floor and feebly stirring.
"Not really but thanks for asking." Najamon returned with a small smile. "This really bloody hurts, I thought you were exaggerating when you cut your arm open that one time. Imagine that, but three times over!" The snake grunted in agony.
"I'd rather not thank you." Ian laughed hollowly. Najamon slowly begun to wriggle his way upright, hissing slightly as twisting pulled at the three deep gashes carved into his back. The snake had just sat up properly when his eyes opened wide.
"Look out!" He shouted at his partner, unfortunately he was a moment too late.
"Nightmare Syndrome" Tapirmon snapped, he had returned to his feet, though was still visibly in a lot of pain and his front legs were shaking and unsteady. The dark cloud of his attack struck both Ian and his partner full on.
Ian fell to the floor, writhing in agony as if hundreds of daggers were being forced into his body. He wanted to scream, really badly, but his voice had deserted him. He could hardly move the pain was so intense.
Najamon underwent the same agonised feeling, though for him, something else happened too. Flashes crossed his eyes, still images, bursts of light. Screams, Digimon locked in combat, and lots of fire. A man in black and gold robes attacking what looked like a large green tentacle, and finally a pair of scaly green hands rapidly tapping at a keyboard of some sort.
The images were suddenly cut off and it felt to Najamon as if he was now lighter than air, he couldn't even feel his back injury. Tentatively opening his eyes he saw Ian hunched and panting on his knees. His palms gripping Tapirmon's metal helmet. The man's eyes were wide with shock.
Najamon took the pause as a signal and thrashed his tail blade towards the other Rookie.
"NO!" Ian cried, his hand lunging outwards and gripping his friends tail mere inches away from the other Rookie.
"What the…" Najamon began but his partner cut him off.
"He's not a bad guy. Freyja was right, he's a Vaccine type. He's Boogeymon's slave." Ian explained quickly.
"And this sudden wisdom has come from where?" the snake hissed sceptically.
"When we were in his Nightmare Syndrome I just felt myself fly forward, I wasn't even aware of it. Next thing I knew I could see images. Tapirmon being tortured by Boogeymon and other evil Digimon, he's been forced here against his will. He has to serve Boogeymon or he'll be killed."
Najamon paused, his amber eyes narrowed in suspicion. He lapped his tongue out a few times before his expression softened. "Okay." Tapirmon looked up at the pair, hope in his eyes.
A scream brought the threesomes attention back to Freyja and Loamon, whom until now had been forgotten. The scream came from Freyja.  Loamon had been blasted backwards by one of the demon Digimon's attacks. Freyja, out of nowhere, had punched the Champion square in the jaw, despite him being a good foot taller than her.
Boogeymon stumbled backwards a few steps before regaining his composure. His childish grin had evaporated, leaving only a murderous scowl. "Ruby Eye" He spat, his eyes and the tips of his pitchfork burnt red. He pointed it towards the girl.
"Freyja!" Loamon screamed. Boogeymon turned at an incredible speed, three thin red lasers shot from his trident, striking the monkey square in the chest and knocking him back to the ground.
The Champion returned his attention to the curly haired girl and clenched his fist. "Death Crush!" Freyja's scream was agonising to hear, though no doubt nowhere near as agonised as she felt. The girl slumped to the floor whimpering.
Something inside Ian, Najamon and Tapirmon snapped at the sight they had just seen. The three males charged at the demon, all their aches and pains replaced by searing anger.
"Barbed Strike!" Najamon shouted a blade of electricity crackling from his tail.
"Deleting Virus!" A pure white orb shot from Tapirmon's mouth and careered towards his former master.
Boogeymon dodged the main effects of the attacks by leaping back to the top of the bus. However he was now without a tail due to Najamon and his right foot was a scorched mess of blood and data courtesy of Tapirmon.
"You tretcherous little pest. I'll have to kill you too it seems. Oh well, good riddance." Boogeymon laughed, it was a high and demented sound. "Ruby Eyes!" he cackled, sending the burning lasers at his three standing foes, scattering them. Neither of the Digimon had a chance to attack him as each time they made to charge an attack the enraged Champion would loosen another shot at them.
Freyja begun to crawl slowly towards her fallen Digimon. "Loamon?" panic evident in her voice.
"Yes mistress." The monkey replied weakly. Freyja was just relieved that he was still alive.
"You still think I'm cut out for this?"
"Of course you are. You dealt with Snimon. Defeated many Crabmon and have acted valiantly against our adversary." His tone was full of pride.
"But the others helped with all of them. I never did it on my own."
"Who ever said you had to do it alone?" Loamon asked. Freyja didn't answer. A high pitched wailing could be heard coming from somewhere, as if it were from the air itself.
Loamon sighed as if content. A surge of power rushed through him and he stood, his eyes glowing yellow, he took a step towards the bus where Boogeymon stood and was engulfed in the warm light.
"Loamon Digivolve to…"
His body stretched, his limbs becoming thicker and less spindly. His torso became more humanoid and the fur on his chest, stomach and face became a chocolaty brown colour. The rest of his fur remained orange but also darkened a shade. His tail extended more beads and bangles now adorning it. Around his waist materialised a hula skirt made of long straw-like grass. The beads on his arm now became a thick gold bracelet that looked like three golden bands entwined with one another. The skull necklace he wore around his neck remained but had gotten larger. His headband stretched to accommodate his now larger head. Where there were once three autumnal leaves there were now five large green leaves sprouting from the headband. His staff grew much larger, almost like a bo-staff made of bone, trinkets adorning both the top and bottom of the weapon.
"Bokormon" the Digimon said his voice still quirky like his previous form, but now with an authoritative edge to it. The transformation complete the yellow light died away. Freyja gawped at her partner, confidence flowing through her as she grinned up at her friend.
Boogeymon snarled and leapt at the other Champion. Bokormon's agility had only increased despite his bulkier frame. He dodged the demon with minimal effort.
"Ruby Eyes" The Virus Digimon snarled, blasts of crimson emanating from his weapon. Bokormon easily parried the blasts with an almost lazy wave of his staff.
"Staff Assault." He lunged forward as he spoke, expertly swinging his staff at his enemy, who barely parried each blow. Each time the staff connected with his enemies weapon a surge of energy would knock Boogeymon back a step. His smile gone, fear flickered over his face. With one final swing Bokormon struck the black metal pitchfork and it shattered in the demons hands like glass, dissolving into data.
Boogeymon opened his mouth as if to beg but his plea went unheard. Bokormon extended his arm forward, his eyes glowing yellow. "Spirit Call" the words were clear and almost echoed. From the fog many shapeless black whisps circled the demon Digimon, faint whispers could be heard coming from them. Boogeymon gritted his teeth and clamped his claws to the side of his head. After a few moments the spirits converged on the red skinned creature and exploded in a wave of brilliant golden light.
The humans and Rookie Digimon shielded their eyes from the light. Once it had died away they turned back to the scene. Boogeymon was sprawled on his back on the road, covered in burn marks, parts of him already turning into data, his wings were gone and his already damaged foot was now completely missing.
Everyone stood and watched the dying creature in silence for a moment before Freyja walked past her Digimon and stood over her enemy. Boogeymon's eyes rolled to face her.
Her voice wasn't cruel, or laced with any malice or hate, if anything it was filled with pity but also gratitude. "I'm sorry it had to be this way. Maybe you weren't always evil, but you brought this all on yourself. I didn't think I could do this, but apparently I can." The girl smiled with pride. "Thank you for clearing up a few things for me."
Boogeymon quickly vanished in a stream of red data which flowed into the girls D-Manipulator, which was now in Ian's hands. The man stepped towards her smiling.
"It must have come loose when Boogeymon attacked you" he said. "Here" he added, wrapping it around his friends' wrist and smiling, she smiled back as he clipped it back together. "You've earned it."
Freyja laughed and slightly pushed his head to the side. "You sentimental prat" Ian chuckled, that was a lot more like the Freyja he knew, before all of this had started happening. "And as for you" she beamed, turning to Bokormon who flashed yellow and fell into her arms as Loamon. "You were brilliant. You amazing little monkey."
"I appreciate it ma'am" Loamon grinned, his spikey teeth showing.
Around the group the fog begun to disperse, a Digi-gate became visible just to their left, previously hidden by the fog. "That'll be my cue." Tapirmon said awkwardly. Still unsure if the group trusted him.
Freyja beamed down at him kindly. "Thanks for the help" she patted him on the helmet and he smiled in return. "It's time for you to go home."
"Yeah" Tapirmon agreed, walking towards the portal.
"Do you know what you are going to do when you get back there?" Loamon asked.
"I heard there was a rebellion forming against the Darkness. I heard a Fanbeemon talking about it before I came here. Maybe they'll let me join up."
"I'm sure they will" Freyja called after the little tapir Digimon. He disappeared through the tear, which closed up after him a few seconds later.
"So uh, hate to ruin the mood and everything but, what do we do with him?" Najamon asked, pointing his tail at the still unconscious driver.
"Umm" Freyja bit her bottom lip, looking at her bespectacled end.
"I have an idea" he nodded after a moment's contemplation. "But when he wakes up let me do the talking" the others quickly agreed.