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Multiple run at Porcupamon at once, leaping onto him and blindly impaling themselves on his spikes. You suddenly become aware that there's a terrifying number of them occupying this space. Countless were lying in wait within the dark corners of the room, occupied with other menial tasks.
"There's too many!" Ryan cries.
"Let our Digimon handle it. Over there- the beds!"
While your partners fight, you make a beeline for the beds where the remaining Digimon were restrained. One of the purple Digimon stands in your path, a thick tail lashing about behind it. You take a good look at it. The creature has a teardrop-shaped head, with a glassy visor that houses a single green optic. Its mouth is a single seam, and a chain hands from its collared neck.
You push another copy of Optical Camo into Ryan's hands, then activate it for yourself. Its gaze flickers from your spot to Ryan, then straight back to Porcupamon once he too turns invisible. It sprints off without a care once the both of you are out of the way. If you had no remaining copies, you would have been in trouble here. Luckily, there were two more to spare, since you placed your Digimon back in their Digivices.
"Keep going!"
You and Ryan run for the beds, and eventually spy a familiar green form. You start undoing Pulsemon's restraints before your camo even runs out, causing him to look around weakly for the source of the commotion.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"Huh... Who-"</span></span>
"We're here to get you out. Where's Cutemon?" You say, as your invisibility cloak drops. Pulsemon's eyes go wide, and he tries to sit up weakly. He struggles to get his words out.
Ryan takes the initiative to grab him in his arms, keeping him cradled and whisking him away from his bed. The other Digimon notice you, and multiple start screaming for help as well.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">"HEY!</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">"OVER HERE!</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">"Don't leave me! Me too!"</span></span>
You see a few brand new specimens. One of them looks like an orange version of the Tsukaimon who you fought in the mall. It's on its back, and is whipping its wing-ears around in desperation. The second table has an Espimon, who you immediately identify as one of the city's many minions. The last is a bipedal turtle with a yellow sphere on its belly. All three are writhing around, begging for their freedom.
