The Mushroomon were a little surprised at even seeing resistance, but they got over it quickly. The cheeky pixie dared fight back and was thus first on the line. And unlike their opposition which seemed to be half asleep and completely random, the mushroomon were a rather organized bunch.

With a look between each other,  two of them flanked the unlucky pixie, making a grab for her with various degree of success, but cutting her escape routes none the less. Meanwhile the third one ignored the shell-alike’s pleads for peace. They weren’t getting paid (left alive) to be friendly. [i]”Laughing smash!”[/i] the last mushroomon invoked it’s attack, aiming at Tinkermon’s gut.

While the group was distracted with the three assailants, a pair of eyes and jaws ull of teeth that hungered for their cries were watching them from the shadows, for now amused enough not to intervene.