Setting: Apocalyptic Heartless world (giv location) details: no audience, The fight has detailed injury, Gruesome death sequence
Rules: Mercy isnt allowed, must end in death. Losing limbs is common. Length: 30 segments ESRB RATING: M have prefight scenario
The sun had long since set on the desolate remains of Station Square, leaving only darkness and the distant echoes of Heartless creatures to fill the silence. As Renamon and Rouge the Bat circled each other warily, neither could shake the feeling that their epic clash could be their last. "You might be fast, but you're not fast enough to keep up with me," Renamon snarled, her eyes narrowing as she watched Rouge for any sign of weakness. Rouge just smirked. "Oh honey, you don't know the half of it. I've lived a thousand lives and seen a thousand deaths. You think you're tough? Let's see what you've got." With a flick of her wrist, Renamon unleashed a barrage of sharpened leaves, darting forward with a speed that made even Rouge's head spin. But the bat was no slouch - using her Screw Kick, she easily dodged the blades and went in for a quick counterattack. For what felt like hours, the two battled back and forth, trading blows and taunting each other with their sassy wit. Renamon used her Kohenkyo to switch places with Rouge, only to get caught by her Beauty Shock and sent sprawling across the ruined pavement. "That all you got? Come on, I've seen Heartless put up better fights than you," Rouge taunted, firing a bomb snipe that Renamon barely managed to dodge. But the fox-like Digimon was quick to find her footing, summoning the ghostly flames of her Tōhakken and striking back with deadly precision. Rouge's Drill Drive and Bomb Snipe barely made a dent, and her Screw Kick only left her open for Renamon's multi-kick combo: the Kokaishū and the Korenkyaku. Bloodied, battered, and barely able to stand, the two combatants knew that the end was near. Renamon's once-pristine fur was now matted with blood, and Rouge's wings hung limply at her sides. With one final snarl, Renamon summoned all of her strength and charged forward, her claws glinting in the darkness. Rouge tried to dodge, but it was too late - Renamon's claws had found their mark, tearing through flesh and bone alike until there was nothing left but a gruesome death sequence. As the last of the Heartless creatures finally fled the battlefield, Renamon collapsed to the ground, panting and battered but triumphant. She might have lost an arm in the process, but she had proven herself to be the wild tough guy that nobody could mess with.