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You feel a pang of concern, but you can sense his heartbeat pulsating strongly through the Digivice on your wrist. There's minimal distress emanating from him. When the smoke clears, he's standing there with singed fur, but looking no worse off.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"Impossible! Nobody can survive a Goburi Bomb!"</span></span> The Rookie cries.
The circle of spectators starts to reform, but they're quickly repelled as Goburimon screams:
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"GOBURI STRIKE!"</span></span>
Like a Sportsball pitcher, he flings sphere after sphere of dazzling fire at Phascomon. They move impressively fast, and you doubt he can dodge all of them. The crowd is at no risk of getting hit anymore, since that direction has been cleared out. The cheers turn to jeers, now that they're being put at risk.
"Hololize!"
You suck Phascomon into your Digivice, evading the stream of attacks. You aim your Linker at a spot behind Goburimon and repeat the phrase, sending out a packet of blue light that quickly coalesces back into the shape of a little koala. Phascomon swipes at Goburimon's back, ripping through the brown jacket and sending him to the ground with ease.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"ACK! I YIELD!"</span></span>
Once again, the audience erupts into shouts of glee. A good show has been put on, and the tables have been turned. The boy places his hands on his mostly-bald head, and his sandy mohawk droops pathetically.
"You- WHAT THE HELL! Why are you getting in my way?!"
