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You stare at him blankly, before taking a step towards him. He's way bigger than you, but the way you've just demolished his Digimon has clearly intimidated him. He backs away apprehensively.
"You think this is some kind of game? Torturing some-"
When you turn to look at Pulsemon, you notice that it's nowhere to be found. It must have fled when the crowd parted. Good for the little guy, you suppose.
"-Digimon so these dumbasses can gawk and laugh?"
You throw a thumb over your shoulder. The crowd quietens down a little when you start insulting them too.
"It's not like it's all for fun! I'm just trying to pass initiation! Why are you messing with me if you already have a Digimon of your own?!"
"What initiation?" You demand. But you already have a good idea of what's going on.
"Ugh... You know. The ads! The Dogs of War! I worked hard to convince him to pick me, and now look at him!"
Goburimon is lying flat on his stomach beneath Phascomon's foot, not daring to make a peep.
<span class="mu-s">"You'd better make sense, fast. And you- You try to nibble my toes, I'll sink these claws into your head. Capisce?!"</span>
The Rookie nods pathetically.
Instead of getting an answer from him, a member of the crowd speaks up. You turn to look, and notice that it's the same guy who spoke to you earlier. He's the one the trash can lid was meant to hit.
"They put out a notice a few hours ago that there was a Digimon signal. To get in, we need to bring that Digimon to them."
"Okay. So you convinced him to partner up with you. What about the second one? Why hunt it down like that?"
This time, the mohawk-sporting Tamer finds his tongue. You hold on tight to your anger, giving him the opportunity to defend himself fairly. Maybe, just maybe, he'll say something sensible.
"It didn't want to go with anybody! So I just needed to beat him up... And then a buddy of mine gets a ticket in."
Phascomon raises his claw, and you wonder if he's about to execute Goburimon in anger. You recall how he met his first Tamer. It was exactly like this: Pressed into horrible servitude through violence, and linked to the old Digivice.
<span class="mu-s">"Another sad little Garden King."</span> He mumbles.
Fortunately, he just steps off his defeated foe's head, keeping his claws poised to defend himself.
