Xian and Kyathromon strode along the street, simply wandering and trying to find something to do. Xian considered just going to sleep, but Kyathromon said that they should be in a group. ‘Safety in numbers.’ He also added that when Skullgreymon are running about, it wouldn’t be the best idea to go fall asleep in the middle of a street.
Xian was now walking along, hands behind his head, and his stomach reminding him that it was time to eat. He noticed a creature, like a grey cat with wings flying across the sky. He quickly reminded himself that this was the digital world, homeland of insanity.
He then dropped his arms and looked at the ground, thinking. It was hopeless. He was never going to get out of here. He was just going to rot here and die. Someone just planted some cruel joke for everyone, and he was going to be the first to die. This sucked. Everything sucked. And the most he had to live through was a grand thefted computer, a white dog, and a necklace. Everything was just stupid.
“Stupid!” Xian said, not noticing he had slammed into something.
“Oh...” Xian muttered, looking up. “Kyathromon, why didn’t you—” Xian began, but then he noticed what distracted Kyathromon.
Standing in front of them and seeming to fill the entire street with its six wings was a ten-foot angel. He was dressed in royal purple robes and wore a tall helmet that masked his eyes. His entire white body radiated power, and it was terrifying to stand so close.
“Aa...sir...umm...well...I...” Xian stammered, but the angel simply smiled.
He motioned for the human to push forward his gaping digimon, then held both hands over Kyathromon, who cowered under the glowing hands, trembling. "Magna Antidote," the angel breathed. A small vial of fluid appeared in his hand, and he gave it to the wolf, and within minutes he was healed. Kyathromon collapsed in relief as Magna Angemon turned his attention to Xian.
“It’s for free. I was hired to come here and tend to the wounded.”
"Okay, thanks," said Xian as the great digimon looked at him. Xian found it easier to breathe when Magna Angemon was not looking at him. He was also glad the digimon's eyes were masked; he had a feeling that meeting the gaze of a six-winged angel would incinerate him.
Eventually, the angel left, and allowed Xian to breathe once more. “Geez, what was that all about?”
“That was Magna Angemon,” Kyathromon explained. “Did you see those robes? He was definitely part of the Supreme Beings, the way he healed me!”
“Yeah, right, sure,” Xian said.
Eventually, they came up to a restaurant, titled ‘Digitavernmon.’ Xian was so sickened by the title he almost overlooked it, but then realized that this was possibly the only food source around, so he gave it a try.
Inside, he found a small room, with tables and chairs placed around the area. Several digimon were seated, munching on food and talking in low mumblings to each other.
“Well, let’s get some food,” Xian said.
“But what about the money?” Kyathromon asked.
“We’ll get around to that later,” Xian scoffed.
“Well, watch your step,” Kyathromon warned. “There’s Goburimon. One or two of them might be pretty angry about their homes getting blown up by SkullGreymon, and they might think that humans attracted it here...”
“Oh gee,” Xian said. “I really needed to know that. Now I’m not going to panic at all. Come on, let’s go find a seat.”
They seated themselves at a table with a variety of digimon, with fur, feathers, scales, robotic parts, some looking like animals or dinosaurs, some looking like a being from another planet. Of course, then again, this was another planet.
The one Xian sat next to (besides Kyathromon) was a strange green digimon, humanoid, and white fangs poking out of his mouth. A small mohawk of red hair sat on his head, and it was dressed in a leather vest, and shorts.
“That’s Goburimon,” Kyathromon sharply whispered.
“Yeah, and what’s your problem?” Goburimon replied.
“Oh, nothing,” Kyathromon said in a casual manner.
“Y’know, go move to another table. If it weren’t for humans, SkullGreymon wouldn’t have bombed this town! Go away before I kill you and take your data!”
“Oh yeah?” Xian said. “Well, humans practically saved your worthless butts (at least, Xian guessed they were human. They resembled humans so much, it was very possible that they were human), and now you blame us for destroying the hospital? Some thanks!”
“So, you think you’re so tough? Well, let’s get your little puppy to fight me, one on one!”
“Um, I don’t think that’s—” Kyathromon began.
“Bring it on! Or are you a chicken?” Goburimon bellowed.
“No, I’m very much a wolf digimon,” Kyathromon said in a low voice.
“Oh, afraid of me? Well, I’ve been working out, and I’ve rather smashing biceps, if I do say so myself! In fact, I can take on each and every one of you! It’s time to RUMBLE!”
One digimon, who was sullenly munching on his food, ear perked up. “Oh, so a rookie thinks he’s so tough? Well, can he take on this entire table?”
The Goburimon grinned. “Yeah! Because I’ve got a trick up my sleeve!”
Goburimon suddenly snapped out of the world, fading into a large white sphere, as thousands of fragments of data formatted into its body, forcing it to grow bigger until it snapped out of the sphere.
It was now Musyamon, a samurai-like digimon dressed in red leather armor that was draped over his shoulders, thigh, and legs. The fur on his body was like armor, covering his body and spreading out of the armor on his back. He wore leather pants, reaching down to its knees before tearing apart, into scaly legs, one foot covered by a shoe, the other a pair of long claws. In one hand it held a sword, and a helmet covered its head, revealing only its eyes and mouth.
“Oh dear,” Kyathromon said. “A champion.”
