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Phascomon balks as Gomamon begins whistling loudly. The water explodes into motion, and dozens of shapes begin rising to the surface. The multicolored static begins splitting apart, and myriad hues coalesce into solid-colored figures that churn up foamy noise in their wake.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">"MARCHING FISHES!"</span></span>
An armada of digital lifeforms burst from the junk data, rocketing towards your partner as a deadly wave of Vaccine data. He yelps in fright, terrified of both their offensive power, and the foul smell coating them. As for you, you're transfixed by the size and beauty of the fishes. These are way bigger than the piddly little ones you've seen in aquariums. You're reminded of the Mot Bombs for a moment. Those were conjured objects too, that moved with just as much autonomy.
"Eucalyptus Claw!" You call, recovering from your moment of fish appreciation.
Phascomon attempts to slash the Marching Fishes out of the air, but there are just too many. His attack rips the first apart, only for the rest of the wave to slam him into the wall. They crash into him one after another, burying your partner in a kaleidoscope of splashing shapes. You gasp in alarm and hop over the gap, getting closer so you can help get the swarm off him.
<span class="mu-s">"Ugh... And you were whining about two against one."</span> He complains, glaring at his opponent.
The fish retreat after a moment, leaving Gomamon smugly sitting on the platform. You examine the state of the two Digimon using your goggles. Phascomon is hurt, and true enough, the fish seem to have been particularly effective against him. Gomamon is slowed by the venom, but still upright and capable of summoning firepower. She has the advantage in both type and terrain.
Before she can leap into action, however, she freezes up. Her next taunt dies on her lips, and she gazes right past the both of you, at the very entrance you came from.
<span class="mu-i">Drrr... Drrr... Drrr...</span>
