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Something small, fuzzy, and familiar drops from above, landing on his helmet and twisting to the side. Strikedramon's finishing blow is thrown off by the ambush, and he reaches up to yank it off.
Phascomon's claws scrape against the metal, failing to make purchase in the stronger Digimon's head. Before he can be torn away and beaten to a pulp, he seizes the sharp horn and wrenches it to the side, causing the Champion to stagger away from you. The bladed edge digs into his palm and damages his textures, but he holds firm.
Despite everything he's claimed, despite all his whining, he's shown up when it's counted, and is putting his life on the line for you—even in this doomed situation.
You feel your Linker hum again. This time, it's much clearer, like the command is coming naturally to you. It still feels wavering and indistinct, but the opportune moment for his signature attack has arrived.
"EVIL SNORE!"
Beams emanate from his eyes, making contact with his foe's skull. The Digimon bends backwards, shuddering as his systems start to shut down. He's resisting it, but the drowsiness gives your partner time to drop off and run towards you.
He looks significantly worse for wear. Injuries cover his little frame, and his fur is singed by explosions. He didn't seem this damaged when you were on comms earlier. He must have rushed here without regard for safety, desperately tearing past enemies instead of taking a longer, stealthier approach.
"Phascomon..."
<span class="mu-s">"Kept you waiting, right? You really should have waited too."</span>
You both turn back towards the struggling dragon, watching and waiting to see if he tumbles.
Unfortunately, the opposite happens.
