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Once he’s fallen enough, Astamon sinks his knife into the building and presses his knee into the wall, arresting his momentum. His other hand raises Mothmon’s corroded form, then smashes it hard into the wall, deleting the Digimon without another peep.
<span class="mu-s">”WHO’S NEXT?! IS IT YOU?”</span>
He’s absolutely furious with the way this has gone. He points at one of the red flies who was posturing so aggressively earlier. It buzzes away in fright.
<span class="mu-s">”YOU?!”</span>
He aims his gun at a curious Honeybeemon, who’s eaten his fill and was on his way to join the fight. It hurries away before he can turn his wrath onto it.
<span class="mu-s">”FUCKING ALL OF YOU THEN!”</span>
Astamon lets loose with his typewriter, shredding any bugs who are foolish enough to stay in range. The loss of both their commanders, along with the fury of an Ultimate-level Digimon, is enough to send them packing. The air is still within moments, but he keeps firing until his drum is dry and the sky is filled with packets of remnant data. Only then does he sag against the wall and breathe heavily.
“You okay…?” You ask weakly. You know he’s not, the static-filled injuries are mere inches from your nose.
<span class="mu-s">”I’ll live… Let’s keep climbing.”</span>
He shifts around so you can swap position and grab on to his front again. You don’t want him to keep shielding you from attacks, but that’s the only way to make sure you’re not deleted by a stray blow. He starts flapping upwards, and no more insect Digimon dare to stop you as you head for the rooftop.
