Meal 25
One day she was visited by some in a black cloak and a large truck they supported on their back.
"Obamon, please wake up!" cried Renamon as she, Anikitty, and Guilmon desperately tried to wake her. Tears rained down from their faces and onto Obamon's. They didn't stop until they saw Obamon's eyes open and she sat up.
"Dearies?" she said to them.
"Obamama!" they cheered hugging her tightly and drying their faces in her apron.
"What happened?" she asked. "Why were you all so upset?"
"You fell down and wouldn't wake up," Anikitty answered. "We were so scared you wouldn't wake up."
"You really were worried about me that much?" she continued in surprise.
"Of course," Renamon told her. "You are our Obamama."
"We love Obamama," added Guilmon.
"I'm so touched," she told them. "So very, very touched." She hugged them all against her chest, an earnest loving smile on her face. "I have forgotten how wonderful this feeling is."
"What was that?" asked Anikitty.
Obamon was about to answer him, but the expression on her face changed back to how it normally was. "I was just thinking that it would be perfect time for my little ones to go outside and play for a while," she told them. "I still have to finish up my cooking."
"Are you sure you are okay after that fall?" questioned Anikitty.
"Well, now that I think about it," commented Obamon. "I could use a little help. Anikitty, would you mind staying here with me?"
"Anything for Obamama," he told her with a bright smile on his fat face.
"Then we'll see you in a bit," Renamon told Anikitty. "Take good care of Obamama for us. Come along Guily."
"Bye-bye," said Guilmon waving and then rolling to the front door with Renamon. She was just barely able to reach the door and let the two of them outside.
"So what would do you need me to do?" asked Anikitty to Obamon.
"What here for a moment," she instructed him. "I need to go into the other room for a moment." Rising to her feet, she bent over and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "I have to take care of something, but then I'll be back for you." She then walked off salivating.
"I have heard tales of a lady known for her incredible kindness and generosity," the hooded man told the old lady with a tongue of sterling silver. "May this be the place and if so might I stay here for a short time?"
Killajor and Tagmer exchanged hit for hit in their fierce battle. They withheld using their magic, saving it for the most opportune moment to strike. As Yoshi Kill swung his fist at Tag's snout the big, red dragon managed to parry the attack. Kill managed to graze the side of his face and ear as Tagmer launched a mighty blow at Kill's gut, his fist glowing red. As the magic flowed all over Kill tons flab were added to his frame second after second. The lard exploded from his torso, rear, limbs, and head. The gain was too fast for Kill to prepare for and fell backwards as his balance crumbled away.
"You know, I have a punching dummy back home that looks just like you do right now," snickered Tagmer. "But I get the feeling this will feel a lot more satisfying." Eagerly grinning, Tagmer got on his hind legs only and lashed out at Kill with a four arm assault. His arms glowed red and blue as Tagmer absorbed Kill's fat bit by bit and adding it to his own enormous frame.
"Feel quite proud of yourself, huh?" asked Kill through all the punching. "Being able to beat the crud out of me like that."
"Of course," answered Tagmer, not stopping his assault as they talked.
"But I suppose when dealing with a dragon like you it just can't be helped," continued Kill. "You just annihilate anything and everything that is in your path."
"Naturally," he stated. "When I'm on a roll like this nothing can stand up for me."
"Indeed," snickered Kill through all the painful attacks. "Not enemies or friends. Not even Morris and Silverfang!" Hearing that, Tagmer hesitated from attacking. Taking advantage, Kill used ice magic creating a pair of ice spikes on his arms and thrust them into Tagmer's torso. Gagging in pain, Tagmer backed off of him. "Seems like I struck a chord with you."
Claws glowing pink, Tagmer slowly pulled out the ice spikes still in his stomach. He used his healing magic to close the wounds as he removed them. Once they were out he dropped the bloody pieces of ice on the ground. "What are you talking about?" groaned Tagmer. "What happened to Morris and Van?"
"Guess I can't expect you to know everything that happened while Remgat was involved," commented Killajor. "But despite that you should be able to recall at least a little. Don't you think it is strange that a few of your friends are no longer there?"
"No," stuttered Tagmer. "You can't mean that he, that I was the one."
"While I lost track of some, I can tell you with absolute certainty that you devoured both Morris and Van," he stated. "And now they are just more sacks of fat on you. Maybe in your gut, but more likely on your ass."
"That just can't be," sobbed Tagmer. "Why didn't anybody say anything?"
"Who's to say," answered Kill. "Perhaps they were in denial or maybe it was because they didn't have the chance to mourn with all the danger around them. Or maybe they just didn't want to burden you with the fact that it was your fault."
"No!" roared Tagmer trembling as faint images appeared in his mind. He could see all the destruction he caused as Remgat and all the evil things he did. Then he saw both incidents of when he devoured them. Grabbing his shoulders he felt his heart ache. "I didn't mean to! It wasn't my fault!"
"You know that is not true," countered Kill as he gently stroked Tagmer's head. "But that doesn't mean that you cannot repent for it." Moving his hand over Tagmer's face he unleashed a power explosion magic knocking Tagmer off his feet and crashing back down a few feet off. "You can repent with your life!"
Casting the explosion magic again he eyed each spot he wanted to place an explosion on Tagmer and willed them to go off. Tagmer's body burst every time one went off and he did nothing to defend himself. All he could manage to do was repeatedly say, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"I didn't think that would work as well as it did," thought Kill as he snickered. "He can't even put up a fight. Well, if he's had it then there is no sense in prolonging the fight now."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," sobbed Tagmer.
"Don't worry," said Kill. "You won't have to suffer any longer. I will help you repent in my stomach!" Opening his maw wide he shout out his long Yoshi tongue and wrapped it around Tagmer's body. He then started dragging the massive dragotaur towards his maw, salivating with delight.
"This is the place," the old lady told him. "And you may stay here as long as you like."
"I never thought this was possible," stated Logan standing in the crater he made while attacking Dillon.
"It couldn't be helped," commented Vincent running up to him. "He would have killed us if we didn't kill him first."
"Don't get any closer!" shouted Logan. "I didn't kill him. My attack missed. I never thought it was possible for him to fit that fat head of his in his shell."
"That's nothing," derped Dillon. "I also got a slurpee machine in here. Not to mention, I also have another little trick I hasn't showed you yet." Pulling with all his might, Dillon managed to unearth his arms and legs from the ground and pulled them into his shell.
"What's he planning on doing now?" asked Zane, peeking over Vincent's shoulder.
"I don't have the faintest idea," admitted Vincent as he stared.
Slowly, Dillon's shell started to spin and it began to pick up speed rapidly. They could feel a powerful wind swirl around Dillon the faster he went quickly taking the form of a cyclone. Boulders and debris, and anything else in the area that wasn't attached to the ground got sucked into the vortex. Logan and Vincent were no exception. They held onto whatever was around them, but with the tornado on top of them it was a wasted effort. They were pulled inside and vanished in the deadly wind stream.
Stay he did, and true to her word, the old lady gave him the hospitality she was so well known for.
"This is nuts," cried Drag pushing forward with all his might. "First there was thunder, lightning, and ice exploding on the top of the mountain and now there's a tornado. It's obvious that's where everyone is fighting, but all this is giving me more reason to just turn tail and run." Spotting some debris flying at him, Drag was quick to dig his claws into the ground and lay low as it all passed over him. "I might not have much of a say at this point if I can't through this wind." Drag felt something bump him in the head, but it wasn't hard like the debris that he avoided a moment earlier. Turning to look he saw it was someone caught in the wind worse than him, white-furred with a purple pompom dangling from its head. It wore a green outfit, blue pants, and an orange scarf. "He's here too?"
Acting quick, Drag leapt out and managed to grab the moogle by his pompom. He then pulled him down to the ground and nudged him to consciousness. "What happened?" he moaned as he opened his eyes and saw Drag. "Monster! Please don't eat me!"
"Glenn, I'm no monster," replied Drag. "It's me, Drag."
Glenn stopped shouting for a moment as he looked at Drag. "It's Drag! Please don't eat me!"
"You knucklehead," sighed Drag, bopping the moogle on the head.
"Sorry," he apologized. "I've been a bit out of it for a while now. First, I ended up in this strange place and got in all sorts of messes. I thought I was finally safe for a while, but then this wind picked me up and blew me away. I got conked on the head by a rock and just woke up to find you waking me up."
"Well, we are not the only ones here," replied Drag. "And if I had to guess, everyone is in the middle of a fight to the finish over the fate or good and evil or something. I am a bit behind on all the details, but all I know is that if I want to help them then I better hurry to them as fast as I can. You want to come along?"
Looking up at the mountain, Glenn swallowed hard nervously. "I don't know if I can compete," he answered. "It might be best if I stay out of everyone's way."
"Can't deny I was thinking about doing the same," commented Drag. "I don't know what is up there, but hopefully it is nothing that much stronger than me."
"Maybe if you were fighting me," joked Glenn as he chuckled and started to cautiously take his leave. He stopped after only a few stops and stared off into the distance away from the volcano and looked all around. The more he looked, the more he trembled with fright. "Drag, what is that?"
Turning to look, Drag did just as Glenn had. "I have no idea, but we'd better get up the mountain and fast!" Not wasting another second, they ran with all their might against the wind to Pizza Mountain.
"You are even greater than the stories go," he told the old lady. "I have just the thing in my truck to show you my gratitude."
"Vic! Ivy!" Jokull shouted to them as they struggled against the spaghetti strands of the flying spaghetti monster. "Are you two ok?"
"We're fine," answered Vic. "It just caught us by surprise."
"We'll cut you free," said Thomas. "And possibly had some dinner in the process."
"I'm afraid it won't be as easy as that," replied Jokull. "That thing doesn't seem to have an end. We could try to eat it all day and wouldn't make a dent."
"Well it wouldn't be food of the Gods if it had a limit," cackled the Flying Spaghetti monster gleefully. "It is food for the divine. Pathetic mortals like you can't possibly hope to fathom such legendary cuisine."
"It can talk too," commented Wolfcub in shock. "It doesn't even have a mouth."
"I wasn't aware of that either," stated Jokull. "Wonders simply won't cease."
"Food that talks," moaned Snow. "I don't know if I could eat something I was conversing with. Well, maybe just a bit."
"You can have a taste, but first I have to serve all of them," the FSM explained. "This shouldn't take long."
"Sorry, but we're commandeering this dish," argued Vic breaking free of most of the spaghetti strands. "Let's fly ivy. Far as we can from here."
"Pasta for two," chuckled Ivy. "Kind of romantic, if the dish didn't have some a grotesque voice." She also broke free of the monster and together with Vic flew off. Whatever strands of spaghetti they could grab on they used them to tug the FSM along behind them and as far from the others as they could. They managed an impressive distance before the monster managed to attack with its spaghetti again, but they speedily let go of the divine food to move a safe distance away.
"You think you can keep your friends safe by keeping me only so far away," laughed the Flying Spaghetti Monster. "My strands can go on forever and grow incredibly fast." As he talked he did just that, growing towards Jokull in the others. Ivy and Vic were quick, however to cut his strands.
"They grow fast, but we are faster," said Ivy. "If all we have to do is cut you down faster than you can grow then this won't be much of a fight after all."
He unlatched his trunk and opened it, removing a small, sealed box and a blank book. "These two gifts are for you," he told her.
With the FSM keeping Vic and Ivy busy, Jokull and the others resumed their fight against Snow. Snow used his ice to create a cold spot in front of him. Reaching into it, he grabbed an enormous glob of snow and molded it into his hands to create a snowball. He chucked it at his opponents and went back to making more. Jokull, Wolfcub, and Thomas were quick to evade it and resume their attack.
Using her cloaked, Wolfcub vanished from sight to sneak up to Snow. "I've got an idea," Thomas told Jokull. "I'm going to need a few minutes to get ready. Think you can keep Snow busy for a bit."
"If I can find a good card," he answered as he flipped through them. He stopped at one and his eyes gleamed as he read it. "This should do just fine." He held it up in the air and summoned it. "I summon Boom Boom! Firework Launcher!" In a poof of smoke a huge rocket launch appeared in his arms. It was so heavy he nearly dropped it at first, but he managed to hold it properly.
"Is there a store that carried those cards?" asked Thomas curiously.
"No idea," he answered. "But I'm going to look into that later." He took aim and fired at the massive snowballs. Rockets soared out of the tunnel of the rocket launcher and collided with the first approaching snowball. The giant lump of frozen water exploded in a spectrally brilliant fashion and moments later Jokull fired at the next one and then the one after that.
"So pretty," awed Snow watching the pretty lights in the sky and pausing his throwing to watched. Seeing his chance, Jokull took aim at Snow and fired. The firework managed to make its way straight into Snow's maw and down his throat. He only realized it when it exploded causing his gut to jiggle violently. Smoke poured out his nose and ears and he moaned. "Anyone got an antacid?"
"How am I doing?" asked Jokull. "Almost ready?"
"Doing great and just about," he answered, his body glowing with aura and a massive aura sphere radiating in his hands. Jokull couldn't help but get goose bumps feeling the intense power radiating so close to him. "Just need a few more seconds."
"That doesn't look good," noted Snow as he spotted Thomas on the verge of annihilating him. "What was it that Kill told me to do in case he did something like this?" He rubbed his chins for a moment and then it came to him. "Oh, yeah, he wanted me to use that thing." Reaching into his fat fold he took it out and pushed it into a snowball before he threw it at Thomas.
"One more," chuckled Jokull. "Not a problem in the least." Pulling the trigger he fired again, but nothing came out of the rocket launcher. He tried a few more times and still nothing. "Oh, not now! I can't be out of ammo already." Throwing the useless weapon to the ground he turned to Thomas, the snowball already in close proximity. "That's all the time I can get you. Better be ready now."
"All set," answered Thomas taking aim and preparing to fire. His heart was racing so loud he could hear it beating. Then the beating stopped and Thomas couldn't move.
"What are you waiting for?" cried Jokull. "You have to attack now!"
"I can't move," thought Thomas. "I cannot even speak. Why? What is happening to me?" The shadow of the snowball was already on top of him and the real thing was not far behind. He tried forcing his body with all his might to move. He screamed when he succeeded and let loose the aura sphere attack, though instead of using it to attack the snowball he kept his aim true at Snow. His attack was faster than Snow's and looked like it was going to take Snow's head off, but by the narrowest margin it missed Snow and went by the side of his head.
"Darn it!" screamed Jokull feeling the sting of that miss as much as Thomas did.
"How could I miss?" Thomas cried. "My aim was messed up when my body froze. How could I let that happen?" As he pondered this, the snowball reached him and smashed him into the ground.
"Thomas!" cried Jokull running up to him and getting to work to dig him out. "Please answer me. Tell me you're alright." He managed to unearth him though he was unconscious. He also had something on his chest, a block rock. "Snow put a rock in there? Hardly seems like it would make much a difference when he was already throwing a massive snowball." The rock then absorbed into Thomas's body causing him to scream in pain though he remained unconscious. As he did, eleven other rocks floated over to Thomas and absorbed into him as well. "Then again, that might have something to do with it. Just what are those stones?"
Snow chuckled gleefully, "Looks like Killajor knew what he was doing after all. Now let's see, those two are fight that tasty new ally, and I just beat him. There was that fatty ottselette also, but looks like she snuck off somewhere. So all that's left is you, uh purple dragon guy."
"My name is Jokull," he answered.
"Nice to meet you," answered Snow. "Uh, this might be a bad time to ask since I'm about to kill you and all, but anyway I can get some cards like yours?"
"You can have mine after you pry them from my cold, dead body," snapped Jokull.
"I can do that," Snow answered as he inhaled this cold magic he used to make the snowballs and filled his lungs with the icy magic. Jokull could tell a big, wintery exhale was about to come next and hastily he grabbed Thomas to get as much distance between them and Snow as he could. Thomas screamed again and discharged a huge amount of power, knocking Jokull into the remnants of Snow's last snowball.
"That's some serious power," groaned Jokull. "Was that because of Thomas or those stones?" He thought about it for a moment then recalled Snow readying to attack. He turned to look and could tell by his air-filled cheeks that it was already too late to run. Snow was about to exhale when a sharp pain appeared on his nose. Crossing his eyes he spotted a dagger plunged into it and saw as Wolfcub removed her cloak appearing atop his face.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahhhh!!!" sniffled Snow and wobbled about. Wolfcub tried to hold on, but looks her balance on his crinkling nose and fell onto his bulging paunch and bounced off. "Achoo!" Snow sneezed all the ice magic straight up onto the air as he lost his balance and fell to the ground. The magic fill the air above and cause it to start snowing.
Wolfcub screamed as she plummeted to the ground again, this time with no flabby belly to cushion her landing. However, Jokull managed to recover in time to catch her just in time. "Got you," he panted, after his mad dash to her rescue.
"Thanks," she said breathing a sigh of relief. "Not being able to fly can be a real drag at times. It took me forever to even get to the top of Snow."
"But if it wasn't for you, Snow would have finished us off," he told her.
"Well what are we going to do now?" she asked. "Snow isn't going to be down for long."
Jokull remained silent for a moment and looked around him. He looked at the tornado that had formed while Vincent, Zane, and Logan were fighting Dillon. He then turned his gaze to the tall mountains that Tagmer and KIllajor were fighting atop and then to where Vic and Ivy were locked in combat with the Flying Spaghetti monster. Then his eyes moved to Thomas unconscious on the ground followed by Snow starting to get to his feet. Finally, he returned to looking at Wolfcub. "I know you can't fly, but as fast as you can, I need you to get Thomas to safety," he instructed. "Snow's power is tough enough to avoid as it is. If we have to take care of him while fighting Snow we won't stand a chance. Just be careful, something happened and he is channeling some crazy strong energy. Handle him with care."
"I understand," she told him. "But can you handle Snow on your own till I get back?"
"I don't have a choice," he admitted. "But be careful. Obamon seems to be watching our every move. The second we get an advantage she sends something else our way to throw us off balance. Get Thomas to safety then hurry back to me. Don't take on any evil food creatures or whatever if she might send your way."
"Ok," she agreed. "I'll be right back." Hurrying over to Thomas, she carefully touched him, making sure it was safe to do so. When she was certain it was safe she picked him up and hurried off.
Snow was back on his feet though he was still distracted as he picked the dagger off his nose and rubbed it. Grabbing his deck of cards, Jokull started to shuffle it. "I used a few cards and it doesn't look like any new ones come after they are used. Good thing I still got plenty, but still no telling how long this battle will last, how long this war will last." When he was satisfied with his shuffling he drew the top card. "Let's see Snow try this on for size!"
"One is a box full of recipes unlike any that you could ever dream of," he told her. "The other is a blank book. I'm sure you will find something to put into these pages." Handing them over, the old lady accepted them greatly and couldn't wait to put them to use.
"You're back!" Anikitty said happily as Obamon came back into the room. He had been play cooking all the while she had been away, using a spoon and pretending to mix ingredients in a bowl. He even had a chef hat on his head he found from rummaging through her cabinets. "Time to get to baking?"
"Looks like you already started," giggled Obamon.
"Sorry," he apologized in a cute voice seeing that Obamon was just joking around with him. "You were just taking a long, long time to get ready."
"Sorry, dearie," she told him. "I just had to take a load off." She paused for a moment and dropped a blackened and burnt match she had in her fingers into the trash can. "But now I am ready and eager to get to work."
"Don't worry, Obamama," said Anikitty. "Let's get going. What do we need to do first?"
Obamon searched her memory for one of the recipes that was engraved in her. She answered, "First, we need to preheat the oven to 300 degrees."
"I'm on it!" Anikitty told her as he rolled over to the stove and turned the dial on it. "What's next?"
"Now we need a bowl," she continued. "We are going to put all the ingredients that we're going to mix together."
"We can use the bowl I was using before," he suggested.
"Good idea," chuckled Obamon. "You are so clever. You must really love helping your Obamama."
"Of course," he blushed.
"Glad to hear," she cooed. "Now we need the first and most vital ingredient of the recipe, a Salamander."
"Salamander," repeated Anikitty. "No problem. We have them in the cabinet right?" He paused a moment considering what he was searching for and turned to question Obamon. "What are we going to make with a lizard?"
"No you misunderstand," she explained. "The salamander is not a lizard of any sort, but it is in a cabinet. This one right over here." She walked over to a cabinet high up and opened it up. Inside was a safe. She turned the knob a few times to put in the code and then turned the handle and opened it up. Unable to move freely with his big fat body in the way, Anikitty was unable to get a good look at what was inside the safe and when Obamon moved aside the safe was already locked and closed again. "This is the Salamander I was referring to." She held a large broadsword in her hands, the long blade curved at the end and the metal a beautiful red hue like it was made of ruby. The hilt was made of gold and molded to make it look like it was a lizard and the blade was its tail. The who sword glowed with a fiery aura and if it wasn't obvious enough what element the sword was just from that, it radiated the room with such a strong heat both of them were quickly soaking in their own sweat.
"We can make that into something to eat?" panted Anikitty. "How are we going to do that?"
"I'll show you how," she told him. "Remember, I told you the food we were making was unlike any other you ever had before."
The strange man left and never returned. The old lady looked forward to using them on the next visitor to come to her home, but for the longest time nobody did. As time passed she started to forget about her gifts. Just when they were almost out of her mind completely she received a guest, a young boy who needed a place to stay before he could meet up with his friends the next day. She welcomed him into her home.
Inch by inch, Yoshi Killajor reeled his tongue and came closer and closer to eating Tagmer. The big, red, dragotaur was still motionless as he ached over what he had done to Van and Morris. "All your fault," repeated Killajor, reinforcing it inside his opponent to ensure his cooperation. "This is for the best. This is how you will repent."
Killajor stopped pulling in Tagmer once he was but a simple lift into his maw followed by a few huge swallows into his belly. "I shouldn't eat him just yet," thought Kill. "I at least need to confirm he has my other self with him first. After that I can just eat them both." He carefully searched Tagmer, checking in his numerous fat folds and his jacket. It took him only a few minutes until he came upon a leaf Tagmer had on him and he could sense it was just what he was looking for. "There you are. Ready to come back to me and become invincible once again?" Opening his maw wide, saliva overflowing in his maw he grabbed at Tagmer's sides to help lift him in, but he never got the chance. Tagmer shoved the barrel of a hand cannon into his mouth and had his finger on the trigger. "Eh?"
"So very, very close," stated Tagmer. "Almost got me, I admit, but I managed to reflect in my despair and do you want to know what I realized?"
"Oh, do tell me," mumbled Kill, his sarcasm obvious even with a mouthful of gun.
"That even when Morris was in a hopeless situation to rescue me he didn't give up and found a way. I'm sure the same is true for Van. And right now it would be an insult to both of them if I just gave up and let the likes of you. What I should do is beat you to a pulp like always and then find a way to save them both. It is far too soon to just give up on them. I have to believe there is a way and I'm sure one will come. Oh, and you want to know something else I realized?"
"That you got some crackers to go with all that cheesy dialogue?" asked Kill sourly.
"I realized that I can make my multiweapon into a cannon," he answered. "Pretty neat, huh? No bullets, just a dose of my magic concentrated. I can't wait to try it out. Any last words before I wash your mouth out with pain?"
"Go to," Kill started to say as Tagmer fired. The blast was intense, sending him flying backwards; smoke billowing out of his mouth and the same from the barrel of the cannon. The recoil of the gun was even strong for a dragon as strong as Tagmer, but he didn't let it stop him from firing at Killajor again before he hit the ground. He didn't stop at the either. He fired over and over again till he couldn't muster the magic for another shot and Kill was on the ground a smoking mess.
"Perhaps that was a little too overkill," commented Tagmer. "But it was a great de-stresser."
"You think that is all it takes to beat me?" coughed Kill in a rage. Using his magic, he created a long spear and pointed it at Tagmer. "I'm going to use this to shish kabob your organs and then I'm going to set your body aflame to cook them. Then I'm going to eat them!" Gripping the spear tightly, he charged at Tagmer.
"That actually sounds tasty, though I doubt I'd enjoy it if I was the one being eaten," replied Tagmer giving his cannon a twist at his wrist and turning it into a metallic glove. When Kill came in range to attack he smashed his fist down on the spear, crushing it against the ground.
Abandoning the spear, Kill grabbed at Tagmer's coat and growled, "This I'll cook you alive first!" His hands glowed with a fiery might, but before he got the chance Tagmer jumped back a few feet and then charged at Kill. He hit him with his gloved fist with all his might. Tagmer could feel his attack shatter Kill's insides as he punched him down one of the mountains.
"So long, Killajor," said Tagmer. "It was a tough fight and you might have hurt me in a lot of ways, but I feel stronger now because of it too. It is a bit of a shame we are enemies. I'd say some more, but there is still some other matters I have to deal with." Opening his wings, Tagmer prepared to fly, but found himself unable to lift his body off the ground. "I'm going to need more time to recover my magic power. I'm too heavy to fly without being able to levitate. I'll have to walk my way back down, but at the least I can recover my strength on the way. I may have won this battle, but I know this fight isn't going to end until Obamon is ended once and for all." Tagmer made his way down the mountain.
