There. After literally two months of not updating, it's up. I am sorry it took as long as it did. However, I was in a particularly stressful time in my education up until yesterday and I didn't want to produce an inadequate chapter due to my hectic life. Thankfully the major tests are over (except one but I'm getting class prep for that), my two big trips are done, and I only have six more weeks until summer vacation, give or take on days. Hopefully the fact that this is fair bit longer than normal will make up for its lateness. It probably won't but I've already made my peace with it.
KumoFuzei thanks! I kinda don't think it's as great as you probably do but the fact that you enjoy it cheers me up a lot.
One thing guys: I love the fact that you're reading and you enjoy this but please be patient with me. Don't take the fun out of it for all of us.
Anyway, I'm done lecturing. Please enjoy this odd chapter.
Chapter 5: With Another
Boredom was one of the worst emotions a Digimon could possibly feel. It dulled the senses to the point where a good fight seemed too much to ask for. Unfortunately Phascomon was acquainted with it so well that he was quite certain he had memorized its zip code. Seven years with the same human made this life rather stale. The worst part of it was he had nothing in his mind to get rid of it, not at the moment anyway. Patience was only a virtue for so long indeed…
Hm… He poked at the screen vaguely, seeing grey eyes glance at his direction and glide away smoothly. Does she really intend to leave me here in this squalor? Suddenly he heard the soft beep of a button allowing a small hole to begin opening under his feet.
Phascomon leered a little. "My lady you are cruel." He let himself drop, chuckling all the while. It was so soon but… a small change of clothes would make this work out nicely.
Meanwhile Kiri looked up at the school in worry. "They're starting to take a bit too long now," she murmured, giving Relena a kindly glance. "We should go look for them you think?"
"Ah…" Relena nodded hurriedly. "Ye-Yes!" She bolted to her feet, reminding Kiri of a squirrel. She seemed as hypersensitive as a squirrel actually. "P-Please shout if you find them!" Relena ran off, calling her brother's name with a bit more anxiety than Kiriko thought particularly necessary. As the slightly older girl's footsteps faded, the dark-haired female's lips curled into a sweet smile.
"Relena Solidad," she said softly, tasting the Western way of speaking. "Yes… I think she will do all right. I'll have to see what my silly bear thinks." Humming to herself, she turned and walked inside the school building.
Oh how the clock was ticking.
And the Red Death held sway over all…
Sean knew Death; it was almost a personal friend. It was always behind you, inside you, waiting to leave and go to another. If it weren't for its neutrality, Sean had a feeling the two of them would get along wonderfully. Of course Death had a sense of humor but he wasn't exactly known for laughing… or talking. Oh well. He had to focus on the here and the now and that included a black and purple beast dragon thing firing spheres of metal at the flying mythical featherbeds, or Harpymon if he really wanted to be technical.
He found his hand moving into the air as a light landed gently in his palm, shifting before his eyes into a device many shades of blue. It looked like what Hana-chan had been carrying… so that meant… wait what did it mean?
Oh how fun.
A soft, amused chuckle entered his brain. It was decidedly female and gave Sean the mental image of an older girl with a decidedly brilliant flair for more than parlor tricks. He thought if he had a voice in his head that playful, he could handle worse.
"Isn't it just? So, little paradox let us make this as delightfully interesting as possible."
…Sounds exciting. He smiled a little bit and watched silently with coiling dread as the black winged creature roared, his red interface glowing with his eyes. He wasn't sure this was right or even what that title meant. However instincts said fight, kill, and win. Sounded okay to him. He could think about the rest later when his friends were safe. They were all that mattered right now.
A Harpymon shrieked and dove toward him, causing him to roll back and away into the sand. Dorugamon looked down at him and away before roaring and diving himself, scooping Sean onto his back. "Does this help?"
"Much," Sean stated with a sharp grin. "I've always liked flying. Now, let's get that bastard!" He curled fingers into fur, gripping gently yet firmly as Dorugamon nodded energetically. There was no time to question, no need to. They were going to win; the details could be worked out another day.
"Okay!" Dorugamon roared wildly. "Power Metal!" The Harpymon faltered for only an instant before the iron ball blasted into its chest and through it, allowing time for only a desperate croak before the creature exploded. Blood dripped into the sand and vanished. Sean braced himself for the swirl of emotions- horror, disgust, that sickening realization of what he had just seen- but nothing came. He felt a wall, a buffer that tethered him to some possibly sick fantasy and the fact that things were dangerous and he had to keep going on. He didn't know why this fact seemed seared into his brain but-
It couldn't possibly be a problem.
-"Why is this happening?"-
Like hell he knew the answer to that. He winced and gri his teeth, raising his hand to the side of his head for a few seconds. There was a distant throbbing in his skull, like it was being cracked open with a needle and small hammer from the inside
"Are you all right?" Dorugamon had turned to look and see the human's face scrunched with pain and a somewhat wrenching confusion. It was a strange expression, not as strange as the boy himself, but odd never the less. He found it disheartening. The human, Sean, was hurting… all to make him stronger. He wondered what that meant for him. He wondered if his dreams would ever have reasons.
"Sure," Sean said hollowly. "Never better. Let's go." As they flew, Sean lost himself in the wind, sand continuing to whip and rage like waves... He had no time to feel, only to survive. Just like before.
But what was before?
It would only occur later to him how energized he felt.
The angel gave a soft sigh and turned from where she walked to await the desperate pursuit of her loyal page Bearmon. The cap wearing bear, panting from having likely run across the entirety of the courtyard to the castle's depths, looked at her with a scroll curled in one paw and anxious eyes. Finally able to right himself, he gasped. "Milady, MedievalDukemon has arrived to speak his vows and help with the case."
"Finally," sighed the Adult angel, gently tapping her staff on the floor. Once this was over she was going out for a hunt. She was a leader of battle, not someone you trusted to be ruling a normal peaceful sector, particularly as grand a place as Pixel. "Our next order of business is to get Wisemon out of his library. Direct MidievalDukemon to the sanctuary and inform him I will meet him shortly… hopefully with our resident rulebook holder as well."
"I wish you the greatest luck with that milady," the bear told her gravely with a bow before hurrying away. Her eye twitched. Wisemon was a bloody embarrassment to their establishment. She knew it, the church knew it, the researcher himself was probably aware of it by now. Someday D'Arcmon was going to punt him across the walls and hire someone with sense. Perhaps a Datamon…
The woman continued her furious stride down the halls, ignoring the pain building in her head. The fact that they had to send for a replacement at all for the ruler of this place now was enough of a trouble. That meant someone else had to replace the other two sectors, since Seraphimon had fallen ill and Ophanimon was on a supposed journey of enlightenment or something equally as time-wasting as those loyal types were. Thankfully Kuzuhamon was able to take over for their gallivanting angel or all three pieces of their world would have tried to maim each other the day of.
D`Arcmon honestly wondered why there were even rulers anymore as it was.
She was a lowly foot soldier however so it was never really going to be any of her concern. What was at the moment was getting that goddamned bastard of a magically mad judge out of his forsaken room. Reaching the iron door, D`Arcmon proceeded to hit it with her staff as hard as she could. "Wisemon! You overly-pompous sack of metallic sparks, open the door before I blast it open! I swear by the Golden One if you're sleeping in there-"
There was a loud and curious thunk from behind the door, which didn't even shake it from its hinges. D'Arcmon was pretty sure those could withstand one of the Rulers themselves if they absolutely needed to. They made Red Digizoid look like some piece of hard candy. Slowly the door eased open, revealing a robed man who held his head with one demonic hand. "What is all the noise D`Arcmon? I nearly broke one of my orbs…"
"Spare me," she deadpanned. "Cherubimon was murdered a week ago, Seraphimon's been dead for over two months, and Ophanimon's on holiday and you're only just now asking about the issue? You have some twisted morals Wisemon, but surely you aren't that bloody indifferent to this whole screwed up world."
"Afraid I am," the hooded magician answered amicably. "There are much bigger things to worry about than a few simple royals dead at their thrones you know. There's still a game and still many moves to be made."
D`Arcmon tapped her foot, the quickest hint toward her fury. "What could be more important than the political system of the Digital World being unbalanced?"
Wisemon tapped the side of his hood imperiously. "Well… there's my experiments, the study of life, evolution, the missing year and…" He went to his door to close it and appeared to smile. "Oh yes, the destruction of the world. We couldn't possibly forget that now could we?"
Elian had wondered. It wasn't hard to think about when all you can do is sit and watch. He was the odd one out of the five of them, sickly, nervous, and weak of course. He didn't know them at all and was just being dragged along for the ride. That was what it boiled down to if you thought about it long and hard. Then again, they had only been here for… a few hours at best. He couldn't say. He couldn't understand why he was here.
And even though no one had asked, it was why he had kept close to Lopmon. Neither of them belonged. But that was all right wasn't it? They would. Soon they would matter and they would get stronger. Right now the important thing was…
The important thing had to be making it through this.
Elly couldn't tear his gaze away. Had he… somehow done that? It had to have been… He suddenly felt very tired, almost as though his limbs were made of stone instead of flesh. He fell backwards onto his bottom, panting heavily. In front of him landed a white rabbit in pink armor. It looked back at him and grinned. The confidence in the expression made him smile and nod.
"Congratulations," a dry voice whispered in his mind, unconcerned with the fear that had torn across the other boy's face. "You now have a sword."
There was no arrogance now, especially not from the Harpymon. They soared and twisted around the pair, causing Elian to cover his face from the kicked up sand. "Don't worry Elly," the Digimon told him gently. "We're going to win. Our friendship… we'll show them what it can do, even right now."
The boy tried to stand but failed, settling for another nod. He coughed and blinked, expecting it to continue. At the calm in his chest, he relaxed a bit and smiled. "Encouraging speeches aren't your forte Bitmon."
Bitmon laughed and turned away. "I don't think they're yours either." In her now there wasn't fear. Rather, she felt excited, like she was on the biggest, best joyride imaginable. And she was going to share all that warmth and happiness with these bird creatures… no matter how she had to do it. The joy scared her a little… but she would have to worry later.
Liollmon grinned. "Seems the crybaby has spirit after all. All right then young one, listen to me. Clip their wings and I'll finish the job. Got it?"
"Yes sir commander sir!" Bitmon saluted. Liollmon snorted and pulled himself back to his paws.
"I commanded nothing before now and I certainly refuse to end that tradition today. Let the dragon do so." He crouched as the two creatures darted back and forth between them.
"…Why?" Liollmon smiled at the reply.
"A fool can grow into wisdom and fly. A lion would not dare attack a dragon soaring in the sky." He licked his lips. "Feeble birds make excellent lunch though."
Bitmon sighed. She was never particularly good with deciphering complicated dialogue, even when she attempted to pay attention. "I'm just going to pretend I understood that. Carrot Bomb!" She casually tossed two carrots toward a soaring harpy, which were easily smacked away with a wing. Her eye twitched. "Screw you too featherbrain! Ear Lancer!" Focusing, she extended one of her ears to pierce its wings, wincing at the horrifying screech that entered her now extended ear lobes.
Blood dripped from the now skewered appendage and Bitmon quickly threw him away, not looking and glimpsing the brief horror that had spattered itself over Elian's face. If she had seen that, even as Lopmon, he would have been rather disappointed. She hated fighting sure, but a human could not believe they could survive with that fearful mindset. At least Lopmon could shoot ice. Poor humans.
And now she would have to get used to it himself, all over again.
"Bitmon what are you doing? Knock them down!" Liollmon had pinned the first on the ground. It writhed desperately, the eyes terrified as Liollmon's electric blue gaze casually looked along his body. "I can't toy forever!" Luca was sitting up again, silently watching with indifference so chilling she thought the sand beneath him had become ice. No wonder they're together… they're both insane.
"I think you could," Bitmon muttered in slight disgust. She was having fun; she wasn't torturing the bastards. They were just doing as they had been told to do. Then again, Liollmon was the most savage of the Sector Guard. She had hoped that was just rumors... Reminding herself to keep Elian away from that creature as often as possible, she ran forward again.
The rabbit silently prayed to the Digital God for this to be a quick battle.
MedievalDukemon swung his lance downward to gently rest it on a chapel pew. His cape rubbed against his armor, but he didn't show a hint of discomfort. It was a beautiful piece of fabric, red as wine edged with gold. He wrapped it firmly around his silver shoulders again and stared up at the stained glass windows. Cherubimon had good taste in design, he thought to himself. The past littered these walls, the glass showing battles so ancient he was almost sure there was no one alive to remember the reason they happened. One he did recognize, nostalgia cutting him gently in the heart. It's been so many years… and still I wait…. I wait for his voice to call me again. Dottering old fool of a knight I am… perhaps retirement isn't long in coming. If he had a mouth, he would have smiled.
"I see I am not the only one who appreciates artwork."
Normally the knight would have knelt but a young holy warrior like D'Arcmon would have been flustered. The newer ones always were. Respect was very hard to come by indeed. She looked rather exhausted as it was. "When you've been in a relatively peaceful world for many years, you learn to appreciate many things, especially familiar ones."
D'Arcmon's lips curled slowly into a smile as her small angel wings flapped. "I suppose so… though it hasn't been quite so peaceful these past few months. Nor was it at that time either…"
"Ah the Lost Year you mean?" Wisemon jumped unabashedly into the conversation, causing D`Arcmon to swirl and smack him over the head. The Perfect level barely winced, smiling somehow through the darkness of his hood and continuing on. "Yes, yes that year was a dangerous, disturbing thing. Every Digimon says it you know. They say seven human years seven… but that's impossible right? After all… the supposed doll is fifteen isn't it now? Wouldn't that make it… eight years?"
MedievalDukemon allowed himself a quiet sigh. The researcher had gone loopier as the years passed hadn't he? "A doll? Have you been playing in the Human World again Wisemon?"
Wisemon chuckled. "Perhaps…perhaps… though they really aren't dolls, any of them. Perhaps they are better known as leashed dogs. Someday their ropes will snap and their masters will get a nasty bite." Golden eyes gleamed. "A quite disgusting bite I am partial to believe."
D`Arcmon scowled. "Just like a madman to believe in paintings on a wall."
"Just like a holy warrior to be skeptical over all data without a god," the hooded, demonic man replied smoothly. "When you have no creature over you to make you feel certain you fall rather helpless don't you?"
"What are you without your data then?" the female angel snapped. She did not appreciate her beliefs getting mocked by a simpleton like this damned Perfect level! "What do you do if you have nothing?"
Wisemon looked at her with an expression which, despite lacking a mouth, almost had the long-suffering look of dealing with children. "Well I go find something you silly girl. Maybe it isn't numbers or theories but I find something new. On the topic of the Lost Year, relying simply on the words of another get you nowhere. As a researcher of my own mettle, I eventually must make my own way. There cannot always be someone telling me what to do or someone showing me how to do it. And that is the trouble that frequently prevents you from rising as this knight has." He gestured to MedievalDukemon. "You consistently search for a god and simply do not accept that he is only here to watch us, his children, live on this world. Like now."
D`Arcmon stared blankly at him as MedievalDukemon sighed, lifting his weapon back into his hands. "That was a beautiful speech from such a monster," he stated gently, spinning his lance, his precious Dynas, to the double-bladed side. "I hope that with all the ruckus in the hallway, you will survive to make another."
Wisemon chuckled. "I am no fighter. I will return when it is over." Beneath his floating form, his book appeared and swallowed him. D`Arcmon's eye twitched.
"Damn bastard says elegant words like that and flees… I hate him."
"I doubt he cares for you either," the knight stated dryly. "Now then, let us focus on dealing with this … incident."
"Yes my lord!" As she shouted these words, the chapel doors began to tremble, something slamming on it with what seemed to be their whole body. A sudden shout, feral but not Digital, rang though the air.
"STOP THROWING THEM AROUND YOU STUPID WALKING CHICKEN!"
Norio coughed after his outburst, thrown into what had to be a marble pillar. Thankfully he had covered his head or he'd have scrambled eggs in his head instead of brains. "Ow… shit…" Moments later Dracomon had joined him, panting for breath. The Harpymon, freed of its burden, ignored him now, picking Hanako back up from where she had just been thrown and carrying her again, her silence scaring him more than anything. "Where… Where are you going asshole?" Norio rasped. "Don't… freaking ignore me…" He forced himself back up. "WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"
"Our representative awaits," replied the creature at last, supremely unconcerned. "The Daydream will come after her and then be judged appropriately, as will the Storm of Bravery I suppose. The rest will get what they deserve, including you when they get around to it." He smirked behind his mask. "It's a fitting end to such traitors isn't it?"
"What we deserve?" Norio shouted incredulously. "We didn't ask for this you bastard! Why don't you talk to those two or something before you go off on this damn killing spree huh?" Die… we all could… because of a couple stupid mistakes we all could…
"…I'm going on my next adventure…"
No. "No one's going to die," Norio stated firmly, a red light beginning to surround him, shrinking into a device that if Hanako were conscious, she would have recognized immediately. He clenched his fist around it. Still… he didn't know what was going on. Still… he was deep down scared and really just wanted to go home. However, Norio wanted more importantly to keep his promise and get everyone out of this. "I won't let you kill anyone else." Dracomon blinked slowly before a grin curled his sharp teeth.
"We won't bossman," he assured. "Not if you keep doin' awesome stuff like this we won't." Norio glanced at the dragon and winked. He knew it now. That thing about being partners… the deal was done. Dracomon flexed his claws experimentally and made a cheerful humming noise. "Hey boss, wanna see something cool? Dracomon evolve!"
"Now that's cool," something in his mind chirped happily, making Norio briefly wonder if the past few hours had driven him crazy. It certainly drained his energy. He felt like he could sleep for a week now.
Norio couldn't help the large grin that covered his face as Dracomon's body grew to twice its size, scales turning a deep sapphire blue. "Aw hell yeah! That's what I was waiting for!"
"Heh, if you weren't waiting for me, the great Coredramon himself," boasted the large creature. "You need to get your brain checked!" He turned to Harpymon. "Bossman, you gotta get our buddies away from that weirdo or I might blast them too!"
"Are you serious?"
"Hey, fire ain't exactly precise when it burns stuff man."
"So true~" sang the happy voice again.
Norio scratched his head, ignoring it for the second time. "How am I supposed to do this though…" He looked around for some weapon then shrugged. "Eh, let's do this the old fashioned way! CHARGE!" Coredramon, self-named, chuckled as the human ran toward Harpymon just like the last time. It was still ignoring him which made it all the more hilarious when the boy succeeded in tackling it again, jostling the creature's grip and freeing the girl. Hanako woke due to the impact on her side, looking around in bleary irritation. Seeing Norio's face inches away from her own caused her, instead of screaming this time, to frown.
"Commoner why are you in my face?"
Norio rolled his eyes. "Oh be grateful when I save your ass for once. Jeezum."
"How about I thank you when we get the hell out of here?" she retorted, trying to get up. He held out a hand to her and she resisted a second before sighing and letting him and his manly strength pull her up. Hanako looked around slowly. "Hawkmon…"
"I'm all right Miss Hanako…" a weary voice intoned, the red-and-white bird flying to land at her side. "It seems I'm not at my best I'm afraid…"
Coredramon walked over to them with a grin, oblivious to the Harpymon getting to its feet. "No worries missy. Boss and I got this one."
"My friend," Hawkmon rasped, flapping his wings. "You can't hit the blind side of a barn on good days. Allow me to assist even a little."
The blue dragon smirked as Harpymon's Wind Seeker tore at them all. "Sounds cool to me if you're cool with it."
"Quite," Hawkmon stated dryly, soaring to dodge the flying blades and shreeing furiously, spinning around the harpy like a moth. Harpymon hissed irritably and struck him with the side of a wing. Hawkmon winced and flew to the side, continuing to move over his mask. "Isn't it just horrible to have no peripheral vision?" he mocked, keeping the harpy's wings on him. Reluctantly Harpymon looked away from him.
It was too late for him. Coredramon roared excitedly. "Blue Flare Breath!" Sapphire flames tore into his very frame, burning his flesh away too fast for him even to scream. "That was more powerful than I thought it would be," Coredramon mused quietly, watching as an unfamiliar sphere began to shine amidst the flames. "I never knew Digi-Cores looked like that… all clear and stuff…"
"For one of the Pure line, you're not what I expected." An axe blade tore into his flames and cleanly cleaved the orb in two. The humans and Digimon all winced at the sound of a horrifying shriek in their ears, a desperate wail that Hanako poetically believed to be the soul of that Harpymon. Coredramon's flames vanished quickly and revealed the form of a silver knight with a red cape. Golden eyes blinked coolly at them all.
"What on earth is all of this noise you're making?" it asked quietly, firm voice implying all matters of hell and suffering if the answer wasn't a good one.
"Your friend there kidnapped us," Hanako stated coolly, hiding the fear that was trembling through her body. This guy was different than those Harpymon or the chicken or even that stupid dragon. He reminded her of that lion Luca had, only stronger. No, not simply stronger, this guy felt like…
The only reason we're still alive is because he hasn't decided to kill us yet.
A chill ran deep into her bones as there was a sudden loud crash behind them, revealing the battered and grateful forms of their friends. They looked like hell. Then again, considering what was going on, that was probably the least of their worries. The knight sighed. "More of you… and there you are Liollmon. To be so far from your post… I'm certain Kuzuhamon won't appreciate that."
"What the seer hasn't figured out yet will certainly not kill her MedievalDukemon," Liollmon stated quietly. He looked surprisingly unafraid, a fact which enthused and disturbed Hanako. Couldn't he see this guy was dangerous as hell? Well wait obviously, since he knew who he was. "And we would not be here if it weren't for the Flock's unruly recent graduates deciding they were justice."
If that weird Digimon could frown, he certainly would have. "I see… and why would they have reason to do that?"
"Ah… it was probably because of me." Dorumon stepped from behind Sean, who looked slightly worried, his hand resting gently on the creature's head. "I shouldn't have run from Cherubimon's crime scene as I did. I… I'm very sorry." He bowed his head. "But… I didn't kill him! Whatever power everyone says I have, I don't! I couldn't have killed Cherubimon! I wouldn't! He saved my life!"
"Be silent Daydream," snapped a cold, angry voice, the voice of a young, battle-robed angel. Her blue eyes raged at him, grief in every light. "You dare think to lie to us now?"
"Oh do calm yourself D`Arcmon," hummed a cheerful voice. "He's not lying, at least from what I can tell anyway."
"There is no way in hell I'm taking your word for this Wisemon!" MedievalDukemon ignored them both and turned to the five children standing there.
"I see… Well then, that doesn't change the situation. You are trespassing in this castle. Suspicious characters as you are, I'm afraid I must apprehend you." The man swung his lance to face them. "Please forgive me for this and do come quietly."
"Come quietly huh?" Norio growled. "Screw that! Get off your high and mighty ass already!" Without waiting, he ran towards MedievalDukemon. "I've had enough of all you large freaks acting like you know everything!"
"Norio you idiot!" Hanako screamed. "Hawkmon do me a favor and get that dumbass!"
"This reminds me of the Baby days," muttered the bird as he forced himself to fly. Dracomon had a more stupid human than he himself. Closing his eyes he streaked forward to grab the boy roughly with his talents.
For a second time the knight sighed. "It seems dispatching you is the only option." Taking the dual-bladed side of his lance and raising it over his head, he sliced down towards Norio's still moving body. Hanako froze. She would have screamed but rather the red and white device she had clutched so tightly began to glow.
"Calm down," whispered the girl in her mind. "It's not time to give up yet. Watch what you've done." Hanako felt her eyes lock on the suddenly bright light that made her eyes burn. There was an angry squawk that could have come from Hawkmon. When the light faded though, it wasn't Hawkmon anymore. It was a blue and yellow bird slightly smaller than Coredramon, the horned bird covering Norio as carefully as he could. The axe blade was buried in his wing and the creature kept his beak shut from screaming the agony inside him.
Norio gaped as red blood dripped onto his face. "Holy…"
MedievalDukemon seemed almost sympathetic. "A noble move… and a very foolish one." He lifted the axe, pulling the bird with it, and threw what was once Hawkmon to slam into Coredramon. They were both knocked into a pillar, shrinking down to their normal forms again.
"Ah… no…no way." Norio had begun to shake. "No way… you bastard… how could you do that?"
"Easily," the warrior replied simply. "Shall I do the same to you?" He lifted his weapon for the third time. This time Sean grabbed Norio from behind and yanked him aside.
"You know knight, I don't believe this is working." Everyone turned to see Porcupamon standing on the debris where Dracomon and Hawkmon lay. If he could show expressions, his would likely be amusement. "Considering these two little ones still aren't dead, I believe it's time to look for another option."
"I doubt our lord will take any opinions from you!" D`Arcmon snapped, shaking with rage. So many disgusting Digimon were invading their walls. If it weren't for Wisemon needing a guard she could have killed them all by now, with or without the knight's help!
Porcupamon shrugged. "Probably right there. It doesn't mean I'm giving him any choice." He observed the five children and the Digimon with them dispassionately. "It's too bad I cannot eat you now. You still need more flavor. Oh well." He lifted a paw and beneath their feet opened a large black maw that sucked the ten inside. "You've taken enough time now."
Norio shouted at him in anger but the darkness swallowed him quickly and then he knew nothing.