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The vehicle is easier to control than you first expected. It moves and attacks with a specific gait, even without micromanagement. It seems like the Digimon has some built-in capability of its own, even if it can't utilize it without a pilot. You wonder how these existed out in the wild, or if they're solely a creation of the city's systems. The existence of this thing makes you realize that there's so much you don't know about Digimon.
Using the jet engine is the hardest part. Once in mid air, you're left with a third dimension to navigate. You lift off several times, managing to not fall through the broken railings or crash into the ceiling. You practice just enough to go straight up and come back down.
Finally, after a brief crash course from Commandramon, he signals that it's time.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Remember. I'll dodge left, you always dodge right. Don't crash into me."</span></span>
With that, you both ignite your Mekanorimon and take to the skies, drawing DarkTyrannomon's attention immediately. Your chunky silhouettes are cast against the vibrant blue sky, prompting him to look up and charge another explosion. He's almost uninjured, but he looks tired out from all his raging and rampaging. There's no signs of the Rookies either, even though they should have unfrozen by now.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">"Running?! I won't let you. Come down here! I won't be done till I absorb every scrap of your data!"</span></span>
He launches a fireball between the two of you. Commandramon's estimation was wrong. Even in his fatigued state, his aim is true. You're forced to dodge to either side, rather than letting it miss on its own. You feel a sense of weightlessness, akin to the usage of a f1oat.app, as Mekanorimon pivots to the side.
Down below, your partner takes advantage of the distraction. He sprints out of cover and raises his arm, drawing numerous spikes out of his body once again. DarkTyrannomon's eye flicks towards him, and his metal-tipped claws rise to swat at the second floor.
<span class="mu-s">"Madness Broach!"</span>
The mass of razor-sharp thorns strike your enemy across the face, embedding into his left eye and blinding him. His claws move upwards to scratch at his face, leaving several new scars across the black expanse of scales.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"PORCUPAMOOOON!"</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Now!"</span></span> Commandramon shouts.
