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Qurban, the Impmon whisked his head away from Sheriti in addition to crossing his arms across his chest. “Just do what you have to.” He spoke sternly. He was growing slightly irritated from her indecisive choices and that was unlike the Virus Digimon. He simply wanted to find shelter from the bitter rain as he lacked proper gear.
Convinced, Sheriti motioned towards the Elecmon, signaling her hands to proceed. “Well then, what are you waiting for?” She whispered, afraid ears of another unwelcome being might overhear their group. “Please take us there.” Sheriti finished and followed right beside the Elecmon.
A moment later, Sheriti grew uncomfortable and asked, “Is-is he out or in this City?” She was eager to be reunited with the partner.
Qurban kept his arms crossed in attempt to contain the little warmth his body radiated. His emerald eyes simply stared at the floor, watching every part covered in debris, pieces buildings and some gruesome marks imprinted on the ground. His paws stepped over another large pieced of a wall, leaning over onto a bare surface. The imp smirked to himself satisfied that he still has yet to harm himself, but the Digimon might have gloated too soon.
When Qurban advanced forward, a thin vine pierced through the cracks of the tiles unnoticed, pushing some pebbles away. It crawled beneath the foot of the Impmon right before he pressed it against the ground. The thorns penetrated the skin of the foot, distributing a slight electric shock.
Qurban cringed, unspoken of the small incident. The Imp hunched on his other foot to examine what object he had stepped. Blood seeped between his gloves while grasping the injured bottom while he removed the vine. Qurban stared at the vine and traced it in the direction from where it came from. There were no other signs of plant life that existed in Network City, especially deep in the part of its alleys where everything was bowdlerized and replaced with mere stone. Sheriti’s voice remained in the background while Impmon peered into the whole.
Off guard, the vine he held in his palm bulged, reeling back and slashed his palm. Qurban winced, losing his grip; that was no ordinary vine. His teeth grinded together and applied pressure to his palm, no doubt that was a small act to intimidate him. However, his reaction was not expected. Impmon mocked no on in particular but imp knew exactly how near the others were.
When Sheriti looked over her shoulder, Qurban already made his way behind the two; enduring the rocks and dirt he stepped over. The rain washed the crimson blood seeping from Impmon, so she remained unaware of that. Qurban trotted forward, forcing himself to think of something to distract him from the temporary pain.
A large rock hurled towards the angelic warrior that dared to approach the necromancer. D’arcmon leaped gracefully on another building, examining Mephistomon’s strength by witnessing the edifice she previously stood on crumble. No matter, D’acrmon excused. The angelic warrior strutted along the edge of a roof, flaunting her alluring body; teasing the other angelic men by exposing her thighs. Mephstimon remained un-amused by D’arcmon’s attempt to pester her when the angelic Digimon concealed her final form.
“Why aren’t you with the girl?” Mephistomon demanded.
D’arcmon came to a halt, turning to the Mephistomon. “They made a break for it and ran. You take the shift, you two have just been sitting there or playing with the other vaccine Digimon…I want to have some fun too than just watch Sheriti draw alone. It’s depressing.” D’arcmon unsheathed one short blade and lunged it into the air. “The next wave is mine! “
While Mephistomon spoke in her defense, a vine pulled from was pulled from the ground. Another Digimon other than Mephistimon sat, cross-legged on a crate lifting his arm from a narrow gap in the ground. As the Digimon drew his arm, in place of his hand a long vine rooted. The sounds of bones forming beneath the Digimon’s muscles followed after the vine transformed into a human hand. The end of the vine split into five smaller forms, bloating into separated fingers. Argomon clenched his palm shut and the released his grip, examining his nails. Her rubbed the blood between his index finger and thumb before flicking the substance away.
“I have my own schedule to follow….” The mutant that attributed from plant life spoke, interrupting the females quarreling. “However, I believe Amara has slacked off.” His raillery humor was overlooked by the upset virus commander.
The Mephistomon detested the nickname Sheriti registered as. “That is not my name!” Her hoof stomped the ground, shattering the tiles. Knowing Argomon felt apathetic toward his own name, she could not draw a comeback. “I haven’t see you around her either! What the hell have you done while we were underground?!”
Only his lips exposed a soft smile as his entire skull was masked; a hat embedded with two eyes were the only ones visible to every other being while his other 98 eyes remained hidden across his body. Taking the form of a 100-eyed giant, Argomon did not bother to direct his face towards the speaker. The Digimon combed his yellow feathers and absorbed the rain.
He pointed his, crimson nail towards his head, “The purple orchid I placed in her hair….it was not out curtsey, it serves more than just a accessory." He then added, “It is so simple to befriend the simpleton.”
After he finished, the trio over heard the howls that echoed throughout the city. D’Arcmon returned her sword into her pouch disappointed knowing the fun was coming to a close. Argomon sneered, remaining comfortably in his position; only its four yellow eyes distinctively radiating a yellow glow in the dark city.

Hunter feels the flesh of the demon digimon's leg come into contact with his right claws, but sadly, also feels his left claws bounce off metal he hadn't detected. He prays that the other digimon's punch connects. At the point of impact, he feels the rush of power run through him. He also sees a large shield block the attack. On the arm closest to him, a huge lance forms. His eyes widen in shock. The Hunter knows he must escape before the thing comes into contact with him. "D-darn!!" Glad he thought ahead, Hunter releases the tension in his hind legs and completes a vertical leap. If he doesn't try to finish the job, his attack would be for nothing. The demon digimon seems to be just as occupied with the other digimon, so Hunter is not worried of getting hit by the shield, but the spear is the problem. The Hunter supposes that a lances main use is for a straight piercing attack, and based off the demon's almost reckless retaliation, Hunter decides that it is the only way it knows how to use it. Hunter lets his leap carry him far above his now crouching prey. Hunter sees an opening for its cloaked neck, and angles himself downward. He plans on moving right through the lance if he needs to. The Hunter spins his body slowly while clasping his forepaws together. He starts to speed up as he starts to fall. His body slowly becomes a swirling mass of blue and red. Hunter falls like a spear for the demon digimon's neck. His claws would be the only thing to strike, as the force of his intense spin would rip away anything that doesn't strike him head on.
Dinotigermon is unable to hear the blades flying through the air in his direction, because of the sound of air rushing pass his ears.

Justin hears the shout of an attack, but doesn't move out of the way of the shockwave resounding from it. It seems that his brain does not recognize the immediate danger while he stares at the three digimon in the middle of the shockwave. The Soldier, a Paildramon quickly reaches out with his large arm, and shoves Justin away from the window just as the shock wave hits the building. The building is rocked by the wave, and Alex covers his head. Feeling nothing fall on him, Justin opens his eyes, and looks up. into the watchful eyes of the Soldier who had selflessly flung himself over Justin to block the falling debris. "Soldier! Are you okay?"
Soldier, not outwardly showing any discomfort promptly replies. "Right as rain kid. Now I say we get out of here."
Justin nods silently, grateful that the Soldier had saved him, but also worried about the Hunter after seeing him at the center of the shock wave.
Soldier slowly arches his back. Debris can be heard shifting on top of him. With a groan, Soldier is able to force the debris off of him as he straightens up. His bottom half is still covered by debris, but before freeing himself, he gingerly picks up Justin with both hands.
Justin is about to retrieve his jacket, but quickly reasons that it is lost in the rubble. "We should go help the Hunter."
Soldierkicks his way free of the rubble and rises into the air. "We should, but we won't." He begins getting more airborne.
Justin, confused, and a bit angry with the Soldiers reply tries to reason with him. "Why not? He might need help. What if he's hurt?"
The Soldier doesn't answer right away, because he is searching for a suitable landing spot. He doesn't find one, and changes his mind. "You didn't let me finish. That's what I would have said if I were him, but I'm not a hunter. I'm a soldier, and last time I checked, he wasn't my commanding officer."
A huge grin springs onto Justin's face. This is what he'd been waiting for. A chance to really get into the action. "So we're going?!"
Without preamble, Soldier deposits Justin on his back. "Yep, we're going to use a hit and run strategy. Let's see if we can give our tiger pal a helping hand." The Soldier flies for the center of the plaza, high in the air. By chance, he notices a series of blades speeding for the digimon in the center.
Justin's eyes are firmly fixed on them, and sees one about to strike the Hunter, who is now spinning in the air like a top. He points at the blade as it speeds pass them. "Soldier, take it d-!"
Before Justin can finish speaking, the Soldier pulls out both of his guns and fires at the two dozen or so blades. "Desperado Blaster!!" His shots are precise, each one hitting home on one of the spikes. Since the power of his bullets are weak in comparison to the spikes, he shoots each spike multiple times to divert them severely to the right, not hitting Hunter, or their allies.
Justin sighs in relief. "Nice shootin."