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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"Heh! Sounds perfect. Liking the cut of your jib already, pinkskin! Let's go!"</span></span>
His ugly visage scrunches up further as he examines the two of you.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"Hey, runt! How about I-"</span></span>
Phascomon doesn't give him a chance to grandstand. He lunges forward, and you call out his attack, cool as ice.
"Eucalyptus Claw."
Crimson edges tear through the night, flashing before Goburimon's face and cleaving his club into several pieces. He backs away, gigantic sweat particles forming on his forehead. The crowd goes wild.
"What the- That's cheating! Come on, grab him!"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"I ain't getting close! Those claws are wicked! Oi, you little-"</span></span>
Instead of using a special attack, Phascomon cuts him off again by drop kicking him straight in the jaw. A pained 'Oooooh...' echoes through the crowd as Goburimon falls onto his rear. The boy yells in surprise, running forward to pull his partner back to his feet.
"How's that thing so strong?!" He demands. Your eye twitches underneath the disguise, and your posture visibly stiffens.
"That's not a <span class="mu-i">thing</span>. That's my partner. Phascomon, he's charging."
Sure enough, Goburimon is puffing out his cheeks.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"Goburi Bomb!"</span></span>
He spits out a fireball, trying to catch his enemy by surprise. Phascomon looks like he's about to dodge, but he abruptly glances at the crowd behind him. The punks pick up on the warning, and the fastest ones start scrambling away immediately. Others yell in surprise as the ball of light heads their way.
Boom! It detonates against your partner instead of blowing up a spectator.
"Yes!"
