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"We're leaving." You declare. "Don't try to stop us."
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">"Wouldn't dream of it. I believe you've made your point. And the mess?"</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">"Not interested. Do whatever you want with it."</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">"Perfect! Boys, spread out. And give these fine folk some space."</span></span>
Once he gives the order, the Espimon start flowing into the room to examine its newly morphed shape. They don't get far before the infinite expanse of stars snap inwards, compressing the chamber back to its original size. Objects are sent flying all over the place, and you stumble forward as the dozens of meters between you and Hoverespimon gets compressed into mere feet. Astamon lands heavily, planting one knee firmly on the ground and throwing his arm out to catch you. Ryan isn't so lucky, he gets tripped by the rubberbanding effect.
Fortunately, none of these City Digimon try to capitalize on it. The Commandramon are too busy getting back to their feet, and the Espimon are sweeping the room for evidence. You see them shooting out lattices of light for scanning, but none dare to point them your way. It's kinda nice to be feared like this.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">"Door is that way. Let's go, shall we?"</span></span>
"Get your bots out of the way first." Ryan interjects. You nod in agreement.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">"No bots. I commandeered this operation. Figured it was the cleanest way to handle this."</span></span>
Your conversation is put on pause as the whole lot of you load yourselves back out into the hallway.
