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Phascomon grows larger, till his arms scrape either side of the alleyway. The shiny latex is dyed a vicious hue by the incoming burst of crimson energy, and his bulky arms cross in front of him to absorb the blow.
<span class="mu-s">”PORCUPAM- OW! Ouch!”</span>
In his Champion form, he’s able to tank the damage and resist the searing burst of light. When it recedes, he takes a step forward, only to end up swinging his clawed fist into the alley wall for no good reason.
<span class="mu-s">”Wha- my body! It’s out of control!”</span>
Red lightning crackles across his form, and his limbs twitch errantly. A spike shoots out of his knee and impales the ground, while he stumbles forward to try and confront the vehicular Digimon in single combat. After shooting the laser, its attention has turned to you.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">”Impossible! What is this? What did you do?! He’s one of yours?”</span></span>
“Yeah. Sorry, but I can’t let you take us in… Porcupamon, Slap and Rip!”
Your partner clears the distance in one final bound, flailing wildly from the disorienting effect of the laser. His claw scrapes the outer surface of the robot, but doesn’t shred the metal. It has high defensive capabilities, just like him.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">”Then you leave me no choice. Gyro Break!”</span></span>
It swings with an explosive corkscrew punch. You hear gears and servos churning as it smashes straight into Porcupamon’s stomach, knocking him onto his back. You fear for the worst, but your partner quickly gets up, and you swear you can make out heavy breathing from behind the tube on his face. He acts on his own, swinging the blunt arm and drawing out the growing spikes from his body.
<span class="mu-s">”Madness… BROACH!”</span>
“Straight for the eyes!” You command.
He angles the spikes so that they fly towards the facial grate of his enemy. They strike true and impale the reddish flesh and the recessed eyeball, causing Mekanorimon to stagger back in agony. You hear the pilot shout in alarm as it claws at its face.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">”Hey! Calm down! It’s okay!”</span></span>
But it’s not okay. Porcupamon slams a hammer-like hand down on the cockpit, sending a spiderweb of cracks across the blue glass.
<span class="mu-s">”Come on! Come on out! Let’s see how tough you are without your ride, pipsqueak!”</span>
