The Digimon Marshalls

[arahabaki]

Seika was nicely perched on the roof, looking for the foe. Kera was next to him doing the same. So far, neither one had any luck. He suddenly felt something on his back before flying off the roof, Kera quickly catching his and safely putting him on the ground. "That freakin hurt! How the hell did he get behind me without anyone even spotting him?." He said to everyone, now worried about this mess. He looked up to where he was perched, only to unconsciously take a step away from the digimon up there.

There Imperion sat, looking at everyone, cloak completely gone from his person. He was humanoid in shape, and had skin...if only a patch of it here and there. The little skin he did have was rotting, and everyone could see his bones, muscles and organs here and there. He had no eyes, instead there were just holes with little maggots moving in them. His mouth was stitched shut, and all could see his heart itself beating in his chest. There was blood leaking out of random holes throughout his body, a few of these holes having bullets visible within them. He was holding his scythe in his right hand, and the blade was now covered in his own blood. Everyone could hear a sinister laughter in the back of their minds.