Welcome to Digimon: Kids in America! We are an AU Digimon RP taking place in the fictional Tower City, New Jersey. Tower City was changed forever after it was attacked by a MetalTyrannomon. Digimon seek out human partners while Zony tries to conceal the existence of Digimon from the world. The balance between the Human and Digital Worlds spirals toward chaos.
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Tch, another boring day at the human mall. So many noisy humans walking back and forth, buying things or just being... noisy. From the taller ones with their cellphones and their loud shoes and clothes, to the smaller ones always screaming and crying about something that they didn't get. It's enough to drive anyone crazy. Well... crazier than they already are.
On the far side of the mall, away from the hustle and bustle of the humans, space seemed to distort and shift as what looked to be a flicker of dark energy started to split the air. With a sudden ripping sound, the portal tore open much like a wound after a horrible accident as a small platoon of Troopmon and Monitamon started to emerge. Each of them stepping out from the portal before stepping aside. They all then took a knee as several more Digimon and their Captain came out. Six MetalKoromon, four Missimon, two Hagurumon, one Revolvmon... and one rather strange Digimon that looked like some goth kid's secret security blanket known only as...
"Captain Slicer... we have infiltrated the Human Realm. What are your orders now?" One of the Troopmon responded in a slightly monotone voice as it lifted his metallic face up to look upon the Porcupamon Captain. At this question, the teddy bear-like Digimon grinned wickedly and rubbed his paws together.
"Ooh, I've been workin' on this plan all week. All right, boys. Here's what I got in mind. Monitamon, you'll sneak into the electronic shops and disguise yourselves as TVs. When the humans go for trying to pick them up, you flicker that image of No Heart and play his evil laugh. Just like we practiced. The small squadron of ninja-like Digimon with TV monitors for heads nodded and readied themselves.
"We will not let you down, sir." Drac nodded and turned to the Troopmon.
"Troopmon, your goal is to blend in with the crowd. You all have your hats and trench coats, so put those on before going in there. You will be in charge of finding the exits and standing near them like the humans. When all heck breaks loose, you barricade the exits so they got nowhere to run." The artificial Digimons saluted the Porcupamon and started to put on what looked like old-school detective trench coats with wide-brimmed hats. If one didn't look TOO hard at them, they'd certainly pass as a rather moderately sized human.
"Ready to mobilize on your word, Captain..." One of the disguised Troopmon reported, nodding to Drac as the little Porcupamon nodded. Then, with a gesture from the Captain, the troops started off with the Troopmon dispersing and the Monitamon disappearing in a puff of ninja smoke. That left the group of Machine Digimon and their Porcupamon captain.
Once they were out of view, the Porcupamon then started to concentrate as the blades and spikes poking out of his body started to recede back into him. It took a few moments while the Machine Digimon watched in awe of his "transformation". But, within a few minutes, the Captain of Zone 1 looked much like a strange form of patchwork teddy bear as he and his fleet disappeared into a Heated Headline store to spring their trap on the next unsuspecting human and cause a bit of chaos in the mall that day...
Tower City. This was where it first happened, wasn't it? The first digimon came into the human world in this place, and with terrifying power, had leveled a section of the city, reducing it to a radiated wasteland that had to be blocked off. Thank goodness they were able to hide it behind a story of a terrorist attack, and erect a barrier to prevent this sort of thing in the future.
Unfortunately, things change. Digital activity had been detected, and Zony and it's new president, Kano Shigetaka, decided to take action. That was why he was here, in this mall. If a digimon attack did occur, then it was Zony'sjob to protect the people. It also provided the opportunity to test out the x-suit and other equipment designed for this sort of thing. Kano felt the suit against his skin, hidden under his clothing.
He was accompanied by an entourage, though they were dressed in casual clothing. While Kano wasn't as well known in the states as he was in Japan, it would draw too much attention to be seen with a group of men and women in suits. Kano casually looked down at the device on his wrist, disguised as a watch.
There was definite digital activity here. He could even see there was a champion level digimon here. But there was more than just one.
"Spread out and scan the area, but keep within range of each other. Do not engage unless they engage first. Once we have a firm grip on the situation, we need to clear this place out without causing a panic." He ordered quietly. The men and women nodded as they dispersed through the crowds. Kano's golden eyes began scanning the area.
Wake up, get up, get out there, raise your voice against liars, feed your anger like fire-- why does nobody want change?
Laika had insisted they go to the mall that day. There was a sale on stylish scarves happening at the Lacy's there and far be it for her to miss it. The fact that she didn't have money to spend meant that she had to convince Sigmund to part with a portion of his paycheck in exchange for her doing all the chores at home whenever he was at school. But that wasn't all, of course. After all, shopping for scarves on magazine print wasn't the same as shopping for them at the retailer. So Laika absolutely needed to be there to examine and choose the scarves she actually wanted.
Sigmund had immediately protested, of course. There was no way she'd fit in his messenger bag! And he wouldn't exactly blend in lugging around a travel case big enough to fit her, either. At first she'd recommended wearing a baggy hoodie, but that was still far too risky for the blonde barista. Even if they had managed to fit her four large ears beneath the hood somehow. Just as he was about to call the entire plan a bust, however, his bunny-like companion had presented him with one last resort.
So here he was now: carrying around a rather concealed (but undeniably cute) Moonmon in his messenger bag as he browsed the accessories section at Lacy's. After checking to make sure the coast was clear, Sigmund would open his bag and let her peek out at the scarves they had in inventory. Her eyes were aglow with reverence at the sight of them and, after pausing to admire them a little longer than Sigmund was comfortable with, Laika would excitedly point her appendage in the direction of a blue and white scarf with snowflake print. "That one! Let me feel that one!"
Sigmund rolled his eyes and brought the scarf down to her level, allowing her to rub her cheek against it repeatedly. "Ahh!" She cooed, clearly in love with the texture. After all this time, it was still strange for the blonde to see her so enamored with human clothing the way she was. Ninety percent of the time, his typically bunny-like companion was as responsible and infuriatingly mature as an older sister who felt she had something to prove. Seeing her like this brought to mind 'ditzy clothes obsessed schoolgirl' more than it did 'arrogant older sister'.
As they continued to pick and choose scarves for Sigmund to buy her with the allowance she had wagered, however, they would remain unaware of the gathering forces surrounding them in different parts of the mall. His D-3 Digivice, unlike those belonging to some of his companions, did not forewarn against malevolent Digimon in the area. The arrival of another Digivice would ring an alarm. But, if that didn't happen, the only way for them to realize what was going on was the old-fashioned way.
It was all so darn perfect! The Troopmon were expertly disguised to look like a small platoon of "humans" while the Monitamon were off disguised as TVs within the various electronic stores. And within the Heated Headline store, everyone had snuck perfectly into a fitting area.
The six MetalKoromon quietly scampered about to find the electrical sockets, the four Missimon set themselves up to look like some new kind of starships from some anime, and the two Hagurumon were posted on either side to resemble clocks as their constantly moving bodies resembled the steady tempo of a clock. Heck, even the Revolvmon got in on the fun, knocking out some poor employee in the back to get his uniform and replaced his hat with some outlandish anime hair wig and used some empty boxes to both conceal his large gun barrel and look like he was moving boxes about.
That left Drac to quietly flop into a toy bin nearby with the other stuffed animals. And it took all his effort not to snicker as two teenager clad in leather and metal went to pick him up with a smirk.
"Hey man, check it out. Some kid lost his teddy bear..." "Cute, dude. See if it does anything..." With that, one of the teens gave Drac a squeeze as the disguised Digimon spoke in a cartoony voice for them to hear.
"Well hey there, buddy! Wanna hear a song?" It almost sounded too perfect, almost with the same factory recorded precision of a toy as he sang a very sinister rendition of Pop Goes The Weasel...
"All around the Server Tree, The Digimon blamed the humans For trying to destroy all we have. Pop Goes The Humans!
And now the Digimon will invade And erase you pesky humans You only have yourselves to blame!"
And then, Drac grinned wickedly. Hopping out of the teen's hands, the multitude of serrated blades that decorated his body popped out and he slashed across their midsection. And from the sudden spilling of deep red, Drac had hit something HARD as he finished his song with a sinister cackle.
"POP GOES THE HUMANS!" With a cackle, he hopped up onto the register as suddenly the LCD screens that decorated the Mall all started to flicker and fizz, changing to a wicked grinning Dracmon face as he spoke.
"Pesky Humans of the Real World! The following program contains scenes of brutal chaos, disturbing imagery, and immediate peril. Viewer Discretion is advised! Slicer Squadron, round them up!" With that, the screens suddenly shifted to No Heart's visage as his cruel laughter echoed through the Mall. The Troopmon near the exits then got into position and aimed their gun nozzle fingers out towards the crowd and started to fire off plumes of tear gas and acidic smoke to drive the crowd into a frenzy! The assault on the Mall had begun!
Everything suddenly devolved into utter chaos. Digimon, having hidden themselves amongst the populous, were now barring the exits and were now opening fire with tear gas and gaseous acid. The crowds immediately broke into a panic, realizing they were in the middle of an attack, but didn't seem to understand entirely what was going on.
Kano covered his mouth to try and avoid inhaling the gas, his eyes squinting as they stung. He brought up his communicator. "Try to eliminate the digimon covering the exits! Our main priority is to get the civilians out of here!" He had hoped to prevent this sort of thing, but these damn digital monstrosities beat him to the punch.
Making his way through the crowds, he could barely see a couple of the Troopmon through the smoke. He pushed his way through so nobody was in front of him. He felt the x-suit filling with energy, ready to fight.
"Fox Leaf Arrowheads!"
One of the Troopmon would be caught off guard by a sudden flurry of sharpened leaves coming out from the gas, slicing its suit and sending it crashing to the floor as digital energy spilled out. Its partner stoped, looking down at his fallen comrade in confusion, before Kano suddenly burst out of the most, closing in on it with a speed unnatural to a human. "Fox Flash Attack!" A strange energy seemed to shape his hand into a claw as Kano raked the digimon across the torso, tearing open its suit.
Wake up, get up, get out there, raise your voice against liars, feed your anger like fire-- why does nobody want change?
Laika was in the middle of burying her face within an exceptionally expensive cashmere scarf when the LCD screens in the Lacy's suddenly flickered with static. Cutting off the cheesy TV actor in the middle of her monologue about how 'Lacy's end of the winter deals!' ensured her children were kept stylish for the spring, the program was suddenly replaced by something that shocked Sigmund to his core. D-Digimon?! In the real world?! That, of course, wasn't new to him. After all, he had one as a partner himself and had met several other Digidestined with the same circumstance. But the fact that this Digimon was broadcasting himself like that to people, openly? Completely absurd.
He kept his eyes on the TV with a serious narrowed gaze, blindly plucking away the scarf from Moonmon's face and ignoring the defiant 'hey!' that followed thereafter. "Snap out of it, Laika, looks like we've got trouble." He spoke, pointing towards the screen. The Dracmon's insane rant had already reached her, however, and her mouth became a surprised 'o' as she watched the image on-screen. That 'o' dissolved into a terrified mess when No-Heart appeared, however. Without warning, she hopped out of Sigmund's bag just as screams began to ring out all around them. Looking across the large room at the glass panels that separated Lacy's from the mall walkways, the blonde barista was shocked to see a crowd of people running away from the gas.
Panic filled the air like electricity, the few people in the Lacy's were too busy looking for a safe exit to notice the child-sized bunny with four ears suddenly standing next to Sigmund. Since Digimon were apparently freely attacking the human world, Sigmund quite frankly didn't care if they did see his partner. With the Digivice he could feel in his pocket and under the warmth surface of his palm, they were their best chance at minimizing casualties and getting rid of the scourge. Or, at the very least, he thought so. He did entertain the idea of there possibly being a few Digidestined around in the mall, but he never would have guessed the Zony Corporation-- the company he wished to join someday-- to be here preemptively about the Digimon threat.
A little shook up and frightened, the young man caught himself hesitating and fed off of Laika's immediate courage to accept the call to action. He couldn't simply run out into the flood of tear gas engulfing the mall, however. "One second!" He spoke, tossing a scarf at Lunamon for her to catch before snatching his own and wrapping it tightly around the lower half of his face. As Laika did the same, he would run off in search of the 'pool wear' section, then promptly return with two goggles for them to put on and wear. Although they looked a little mismatched and goofy, they were now protected from the worst effects of the tear gas. If the situation wasn't as severe as it was, Sigmund would have laughed when they turned to look at each other and nod.
As it was, however, they simply ran in unison towards the exit into the mall's wide corridors. People continued to run past them in a frenzy. At the end of the wide corridor,
two hulking figures who were clearly Digimon protected the currently blocked doors.
"Troopmon!" Laika informed, immediately running towards them with Sigmund in tow. The barista would snatch a skateboard that some kid left on a bench as he ran past it, doing his best to keep himself from losing sight of Lunamon's visage in the still slightly thick cloud. But he didn't ride the skateboard, no.
Instead, he readied it for a swing with both hands, watching as Lunamon's ears glowed a deep and lovely blue. The Troopmon would see the glow from inside the cloud for only a moment. And the only brief warning they got was her cute childlike voice as it rung out throughout the corridor, announcing her attack:
In that instant, she would emerge from the clouds with her ears twirled up, untying them promptly and with such force that the blue glow that had enveloped them suddenly burst into a vortex of glimmering bubbles that shot straight towards them! if the attack was successful, the Troopmon would be lifted off their feet and violently spun around in the whirlpool of bubbles. Sigmund would take that chance to burst out of the cloud himself and beat their ass with his skateboard until it broke! "Take that!"
The pandemonium in the mall was absolutely breathtaking. Drac had to stand there and admire his handiwork as he watched the humans screaming and running about as the Troopmon were busy herding the humans towards the food court area with tear gas and acidic smoke spray, using their patented Death March ability to slowly make a wall of their rubbery bodies to move humans over. He then glanced over at the two teenagers he had spooked before as a store manager was too busy being wide-eyed and horrified at the scene before her.
"Oh gosh... oh GOSH! It's red and sticky... and it's all OVER the discount shirts! I TOLD you two not to bring those in here...!" If one were to look closer at the two teens who he had slashed at, they were easily covered in a deep red liquid... as two Giga-Avalanche sized cups of slushy goodness was now in ribbons on the floor with the deliciously sticky swill drenching them and the merchandise around them.
"... whoa. Freaky teddy bear from heck just wrecked my drink..." "DUDE! That freaky teddy bear nearly wrecked US! If we didn't have our drinks, he would have tore us apart!" While one was freaking out over a serrated teddy bear nearly mauling them to his obviously... inebriated friend... Drac couldn't help but laugh a bit.
That is, until he heard some commotion coming from two figures who had tried to jump in to fight off against the Troopmon. One guy, a tall slender guy who looked like he could use some serious sun and a vacation, seemed to slash at some of his Troopmon with what looked to be energy claws! Almost like a Renamon he remembered seeing fighting one of the Daemon Empire troops several decades ago... before she was violently thrashed about by one of the Devidramon, of course.
The other one... now THAT looked like a Digidestined! Wielding a skateboard and... some rather strange headgear, the male figure and his little rabbit Digimon managed to lift a Troopmon off its feet before beating it with a skateboard until the board broke. Drac would have given both an A for effort if he could.
But as the Troopmon slowly deflated from the attacks, several more turned their cold deadly gaze towards them and leveled their gun barrel fingers at them. It looked almost like a firing squad as they readied to attack... that is, until the Captain hopped out from the store with his mechanical entourage...with six small skittering shapes suddenly starting to spark their tails in a strange fashion.
Was that... it couldn't be... those smaller Digimon were recreating the traditional "Here comes the villain" song that played when that armored villain from the Nova Brawls franchise appeared! And... with how menacing that strange teddy bear Digimon looked, it... well, it would have probably been more humorous than intimidating if the denizens of the mall weren't being huddled together like cattle in the cafeteria. As Captain Slicer walked up towards the group, the two Hagurumon floating behind him started to move and form steps with their bodies for him to climb until he floated up high over the group to look down at them, several of the Troopmon still having their fingers trained at the barista and the slender male with Digimon powers to make sure they didn't try anything funny as the Porcupamon's smile widened.
"... I gotta tell ya, folks. I've been preparin' for this day for so long and I'm SO happy that you're all being so well... panicked. It really makes me smile, seeing all that hard work paying off. Okay! Down to business... I'm gonna have my Troopmon come around. You're going to take out any digital device, any Digivice, and any hidden Digimon and fork 'em over to us! If you don't, well... we're gonna make like any good rockstar would do and bring the house down. If you'd please demonstrate, troops...?"
One of the Troopmon then aimed a finger up towards the large metal beams over the cluster of people and fired off a shot that splattered against the beam. At first, nothing happened... until the telltale hiss of acid resonated out followed by a deep groaning of the metal it was supporting. Just enough to get a point across as the crowd panicked even more as the group was pressed in closer together by the approaching Champs. Meanwhile, Drac turned to look at the duo that had jumped in to try and be heroes as he gave them what could be construed as a death glare.
"And don't think we haven't forgotten what YOU Digidestined lot have done... No Heart will probably want to deal with you two personally. But first, fork over your Digivices and Digimon...! Or these folks become flatter than a pancake!"
It seemed like Kano wasn't alone in his fight against the digimon. A boy with a more benign digimon joined the fight against them. However, the battle was short lived as soon all the digimon turned their eyes on them and pointed their weapons at them. But they did not fire. Instead their leader, a rather raggedy looking bear, appeared. The damn thing sounded so smug, so confident in his victory, holding the frightened civilians hostage and demanding they hand over their digivices. It seemed like a hopeless situation.
Except for one thing, Kano was smiling. His golden eyes were looking down at the smug little digimon as he chuckled. "And here I thought we were dealing with a threat. Instead we have a little punk and his toy soldiers." From what he knew of Troopmon, they were effectively mindless. Made sense why this little thing would have them. Digimon had some semblance of pride. "You know, it's a shame. All that effort you put into this, and it's all going to come crashing down in 3...
Suddenly, everything devolved into chaos...for the digimon.
The Troopmon began writhing in agony, their forms warping and distorting, as their data was wracked with a burning pain. The Revolmon crying out as his data was assaulted. The rookie digimon no doubt confused and spooked by what was happening to their strongest fighters. This was what happened to them years ago, when Zony erected the barrier around Tower. This one was a more localized version, set up by his subordinates.
That should take care of the big guys. Now for the annoying bear in front of him, who was no doubt feeling the same agony as the others. He felt power surge around him as he felt a powerful heat forming in his mouth. Black flames licked behind his teeth.
"Virus Breath!" he yelled out as a stream of black, virus infused flame fired from his mouth at the captain.
Wake up, get up, get out there, raise your voice against liars, feed your anger like fire-- why does nobody want change?
He certainly looked like a bit of a hoodlum with his googles on and the scarf around his mouth, cracking a skateboard in half across the back of the Troopmon's head. With the doors cleared, however, the citizens in the mall had a route to escape. Proud of his handiwork, the blonde Digidestined turned back towards the mall as the bodies behind him deflated in defeat. Placing his hands on his hips and leaning towards his bunny-like companion, he spoke. "Hey, Laika-- wanna know what you call a skateboarder barista?
... a coffee grinder." He wily said, winking behind his goggles as his Lunamon rolled her eyes. She didn't even get the reference, but that was besides the point.
Before long, their attention was taken away by the patchwork teddy bear's ostentatious entrance. As Sigmund and Laika made their way closer to the food court, the former getting as much people to run for the open exit as he could, they both noticed a stranger ahead who wasn't scurrying around in panic like the rest of the civilians. Before they could get any closer, however, the pair stopped in their tracks when several Troopmon aimed their finger guns at them. The chaotic Dracmon still had some words to get off of his chest-- plenty of 'em. But Sigmund already knew he wasn't about to concede to the wicked attacker's demands.
When the lives of several innocent people were put in peril, that resolution wavered as Sigmund wondered whether Lunamon was fast enough to escape a barrage of tear gas and save them. Fixed with a measure of worry and frustration, the barista shot the Dracmon back a glare as sharp as its own. "Well, you can tell this No-Heart guy that there's No-Way I'm handing him anything! Especially not Laika! As for you?" He continued, punching his fist into his palm. "I'm cracking your eggs and turning you into an omelet for even entertaining the idea of pancaking innocent people!" He declared, this outburst of courage rather unusual for him but surging through like a flame.
At this point, the stranger who seemed to oppose the Dracmon also chimed in. He didn't seem rather impressed by their mutual enemy's plan. Sigmund was glad they shared that in common as well. But the blonde barista nor his bunny-like came to expect what came next. After counting down from three, chaos erupted as every Digimon that had appeared in the mall started to writhe in agony without explanation. Sigmund and Laika had taken a minute to acknowledge the madness, and the mysterious fact that the stranger apparently could manifest some sort of Digimon ability himself, but then simultaneously took notice of the steel beam still corroding away above the helpless civilians.
Not skipping a beat, the Digidestined took out his device and thumbed at its buttons, activating a power he'd discovered nearly a month ago. "Speed Zone, activate!" He announced, thrusting his Digivice forward as it emitted a light blue pulse that hit his Lunamon. Her speed increased, the four-eared rabbit didn't hesitate as she leaped forward in a blur past all the immobilized Troopmon and powerfully bounced upwards-- just as the beam snapped and fell. The people beneath the beam screamed in terror as she charged a large orb of water with her antennae in mid-air, throwing her head back then thrashing it forward to fire it:
The beam was struck by the pressurized orb of water and sent flying sideways, crashing noisily into a pair of unoccupied benches and the large potted plants that flanked them. Lunamon safely landed in front of the group of citizens afterwards, a light shower of rain cascading upon them from the impact above. They stared at her in shock first and, when she noticed, she froze in half-terror. She was so accustomed to keeping herself hidden from the public, that everything in her body screamed this was wrong. After a moment, however, they did something that shocked her even more-- they cheered. Blushing bashfully, Laika beamed and looked back over her shoulder at Sigmund. The masked pair shared the moment proudly, then returned their attention to the evil teddy bear and the adult that opposed him.
PAIN! Lots and lots of pain! He felt worse than the time he nearly fell onto some poor Burgermon's grill when he was trying to steal some food! Like... not just his face, but his entire body was racked with sizzling pain not just from the sudden burst of virus-infused fire that was then breathed on him by the human. And judging from the howls from the Troopmon around the crowd, they were feeling the same thing as well! And even the Revolvmon who looked out for him and...
... oh heck no. If there was one thing you did NOT mess with, it was one of his Drac Bots. Through the flickering flames, the Porcupamon glared angrily at the male. If he was going to go down... he was going to lay some serious hurt on the male!
"D-Drac Bots, g-get me in there!" At his command, the two Hagurumon suddenly surged forward to act as shields to guard against the flickering flames, glaring at the male as suddenly they formed a Black Gear and shot it into his system. Like that one chick from the game of heroes often said, "anything can be hacked... and any ONE"... and with that Black Gear suddenly surging through his suit's systems... hopefully they could rewire it so that he could feel JUST how much pain he put Drac's troops through.
Speaking of which, the crowd of intimidating Troopmon seemed to glow as they suddenly turned into Commandramons, each now a little blue army-colored dinosaur with what looked to be riot gear and little assault rifles. Which... would have looked cute, had they not suddenly whipped the guns towards the crowd to keep them trapped again. Even the group of them that had tried to attack Sig's Lunamon now aimed their guns towards the human and his rabbit-themed Digimon.
"Sir! We seem to have dedigivolved due to the interference! What are your orders?" One of the dragonoids barked out as he kept a wary eye on the group.
"Hold 'em there for a bit! I gotta KICK this trash to the curb!" Wait... why did the little teddy bear thing sound different? And... where the heck was he~?! He was right in front of the tall male a moment ago, now he was nowhere to be seen!
Well... not nowhere, the sound of two tiny jets roaring to life as a significantly smaller form suddenly launched toward the tall male being hacked by the Hagurumon. A Dracmon, Captain Slicer's original form! Yet... he had two Missimon holding his arms and was using them as a makeshift jetpack to propel himself faster. With a growing growl, the little Demon Digimon shot forward and did what he did best.
The Dracmon let out a roar as he swung a powerful Missimon-powered kick right between the taller male's legs, right at his crotch! Which... would have hurt normally since Drac had about the same strength as an adult male and not even the mightiest of foes could withstand a well-placed nutshot. But... A.) He was being propelled by two little missile Digimon. B.) The male probably couldn't move too well with the hacking going on with his suit... and C.) Dracmon have these impressively sharp spikes poking out of their boots! So... chances are, the tall male wouldn't be much of a problem anymore if the sudden sneak attack landed.
It seemed even with their biggest fighters out of action, at least temporarily, the little rookie levels were still fighting. Two Hagurumon had shot in front of him and before firing a pair of black gears into his suit's systems. He had heard of this, an insidious ability to hack a digimon's coding. Guess it made sense for someone to have something like them around. He could feel the suit crackling as the gear was scrambling the data in his system, sending pain through his body. Kano gritted his teeth, as his eyes glared at the annoying bear in front of him. At least, until it wasn't a bear anymore. But something small and grinning rocketing at him. The pain made it difficult to move. But there was another way for Kano to avoid this.
"Fox Switch Deception."
As the Dracmon closed in, there was a flurry of leaves surrounding Kano. The Dracmon's spiked leg would shoot out, hitting something amongst the leaves. But as the leaves blew apart, he would find it wasn't Kano that his attack had hit.
It was instead one of his Commandramon. Whose eyes were now bugging out of his head due to the insanely powerful crotch shot he had just taken.
"Captain...Slicer...The Fuck!?" Was all it could gasp out before it dissolved into digital fragments.
Meanwhile, amongst the Commandramon surrounding the humans, there was a flurry of leaves, confusing and putting them on edge. But they would find no pain came, no attack of out of the blue. What had just happened?
What had happened was that one of them had been replaced, but a doppleganger. Kano kept his head down, waiting for the Hagurumon's gears to work out of his system before he did anything. In the meantime, this should provide a neat little distraction for them, put them on edge a little bit.