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>Digivolve and try to wipe the enemy out directly. You've managed to sneak this far without raising alarms, but this decisive moment is a good time to go loud. If they have some kind of jamming field set up, it could even work to your advantage and prevent external parties from detecting Porcupamon or Astamon's signature.
<span class="mu-s">”What’s faster than wiping them out?”</span>
“Fair enough. Let loose.”
Phascomon and Gizamon both move forward, splitting up to lunge at the nearest enemies from out of the darkness. As your partner gets close, you feel the familiar power flowing between the two of you again. It’s become stronger ever since he unlocked Astamon. However, you don’t think it’s necessary to go that far just yet.
“Phascomon, Digivolve!”
<span class="mu-s">"Phascomon, Digivolve to..."</span>
The first of the mysterious purple Digimon is caught off guard by the sneak attack. Phascomon transforms into a hulking brute mid-leap, swinging a lethal foot outwards to slay his target. To its credit, the Digimon isn’t deleted immediately. It goes flying, several massive gouges torn into its chest.
<span class="mu-s">"PORCUPAMON!"</span>
Every enemy Digimon stops at once, focusing their glowing green eyes on Porcupamon. It’s not a simple distraction, it’s as though they’re all synchronized. They start rushing towards him, claws outstretched.
A sneak attack would have been the wrong call, you think. They’re linked together, they would have all collapsed on your partner the moment the first one was eliminated.
But with all their attention on Porcupamon, they’re not ready for Gizamon’s attack.
“SPIRAL EDGE!”
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">”SPIRAL EDGE!”</span></span>
Ryan holds a hand out to command his Digimon, who tears through several of them as a spinning ball of death. They scatter like pins, their injuries severe, but not quite fatal. Instead of counterattacking him, however, the Digimon leap at the most severely wounded of their kin. They tear it to shreds with ease, each absorbing a portion of its data. Their own injuries begin healing, and they stand just a little bit taller. You clasp a hand over your mouth in shock.
“…What are they doing?” You ask.
“Holy- These guys give me the creeps. They’re not even talking.”
