The fiendish Navi bites back a remark before it can come off his tongue: Death would be a kind release from my pain. From the way this Navi carried themselves, and the raw malevolence he was radiating - something StrifeMan knew a little too much about - even the calamitous, luck-commanding avatar didn't want to test his cards.
I'd be foolish to try and combat with him, he thinks, studying the crimson blaze for anything that the Navi's eyes might hold.
StrifeMan stares back, still plastering his wolfish grin across his face. Only for a moment longer, though, before standing down, relaxing his stance and letting his face go slack.
"A glutton for danger, perhaps; a glutton for punishment would be precise, too. Foolish? Haha!" he cackles, a quick change to his previous tune. With his calmed stance, his voice rose and fell more akin to the cackling madman that he was. "No! No, no, no!" He bites off each word, swinging his head to the side with each declaration.
"I do not want to fight you! . . . instead, perhaps, you could grant me knowledge? Or experience? Training? Power, even?"
The Navi stands in silence for a few more moments, eyeing StrifeMan as he does so. This was extremely rare; a Navi who, instead of attempting to assert itself or offer help.... chooses to ask for help.
[smear:FFffff]Walking into the light, violet armor as strong as steel gives off a dull shine surpassed only by the reflection of a golden set of horns affixed to the front of his helmet and spreading out to nearly the length of his broad shoulders. His fists remain clenched, but the light reveals a new detail; a set of cannons rising from the backs of his wrists. Though they lie dormant now, the remains of ash in the barrels tells the tale of many heated battles fought... and perhaps won?
All of these features come together to paint a picture that StrifeMan may not recognize, but many others involved in the wars of a previous age would. This brutal and violent form is the visage of the nameless Navi himself; infamous Armored Destroyer. [/smear:6633CC]
?: The knowledge that I you offer is this; never let your determination stand in the way of your goals....
The brutal form then does something that he'd never done before; he walks away from the one that taunted and hounded him without incident.
?: ....and never stop re-evaluating those goals.
With nothing more to say, the Armored Destroyer continues on his path.
For a brief moment, StrifeMan thought about following after the darkened Navi. He knew what it was he wanted; what his goals were. And he wouldn't quite accomplish them, cowering away from a fight just because victory seemed impossible.
But, just as he took a step forward to try and lurk after him, a groggy, sleepy voice called over what seemed like a great distance. StrifeMan? Wha . . . why are you in Kotobuki, again?"
Shin sounded sleepy, like something had just woken him up. He checked his own clock, pulling up the digital screen next to him on the net, and frowned. It was already six in the morning? He didn't think he'd been down here, that long. What was that old adage? Time flies when you're stalking prey? Something along those lines.
"Shin! Whatever are you doing awake this early, hmmm? Is it the old night-time pains, because I can't help this time!"
His NetOp's face appeared in a little screen next to him, groggy and bedraggled. His violet eyes had a gleam to them, though; the gleam that told him his friend was up to no good.
StrifeMan was a fan of plans that involved no good.
"We've got a little experimenting to do. How do you feel about a trip to the Undernet for a training session?"
StrifeMan answered with a devilish, toothy grin, breaking down into little more than a single cloud of shadows that rocketed away into the Net.