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Without the pollen slowing him down, Astamon is able to fight back. Mothmon fires one last burst from his Morphon Gatling attack, striking Astamon in the back again. Every hit your partner takes is in the same area, because he’s busy shielding you. Luckily, once the last burst explodes against his body, Mothmon runs out of bullets. He panics, spinning his abdominal cannon while carrying out whatever reload process the weapon has.
He never gets a chance. Astamon shoots him numerous times in the wings, then kicks off the wall to lunge right at the falling moth.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">”ARGH! DO S-“</span></span>
Astamon’s furious grip closes on the creature’s head. He folds his wings in, then reaches for you with one hand, swinging you around and transferring you to his wounded back. You wrap your arms around his neck and cling on tight, trying not to press yourself against his injuries.
Mothmon tries to mumble something, but Astamon slams him into a wall. He slides down it, sacrificing much of the altitude you’ve painstakingly fought for in order to grind Mothmon’s face against the rough polygon. The bugs stop fighting and watch in terror as their leader’s facial textures are smeared across thirty meters of concrete.
