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You hardly believe it when they start explaining how they throw giant balls of pink dung at their enemies. You vaguely recall Phascomon mentioning Digimon like those two, back when you were asking him things about junk data. You're once again grateful that your human nose can't smell digital waste. Gazimon looks as bothered as your partner usually is, while she wanders across the stone walkways.
"Ew. And there are a lot of them now?"
"They're lesser Champions, so even a Rookie can beat them a lot of the time. They just don't want to, they're too gross."
It seems like beating Raremon has given plenty of Digimon the opportunity to flourish. You wonder if things would be safer for the Dogs of War if it was still alive. Wind and Kaus Gammamon could handle it without issue, the main hazard would be its paralyzing miasma, that seemed to render Rookies completely incapable of putting up a fight.
"Any Digimon of note that don't throw junk at people?"
"Well, there's a Shellmon. It's really big. It tried muscling in on our territory, but Wind took care of it. He didn't delete it, though, it retreated into its giant shell and he decided to leave it alone."
<span class="mu-b"><span class="mu-s">"And there's that weirdo."</span> </span>
"How could I forget that one...?" Bella muses. "Let's hope we don't run into him, that Digimon gives me the creeps."
You try to pry a little further, but they seem put off by the topic. You shrug and continue walking with them, moving on to your next topic soon enough.
"Are there a lot of Vaccines down here nowadays? I knew a Digimon down here who was really insistent on undoing all of this."
You motion to the stone walls and copper pipes. If it weren't for the high amount of Virus-type Digimon constantly changing the environment, these sewers would be made of plain textures and sterile polygons. You grab a copy.tool and refill your stocks of assorted assets, in case they come in handy later. Bella watches curiously. She only tangentially knows about your smuggling partition, so this must be a first for her.
"There are these little green guys that jump out of the junk sometimes. Swimmon? They like to clean up the place."
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"They didn't like me very much. I paralyzed a couple who got too uppity!"</span></span> Gazimon snickers.
Seadramon's old goal of cleansing the sewers is very likely dead, then. It seems like this place is going to stay the way it is. You recall what she told you about wanting to become the ruler down here. That might cause conflict with the Dogs of War, especially since Liza has a link to them too
