Things seemed to be winding down in the street below. The battle was… well, chaotic was probably too strong a word for this bloodless scuffle between children, but it was certainly hectic. The young man in the mask had made quite a spectacle of himself, threatening to smash a Digivice of all things, before disappearing in a cloud of smoke. From his vantage point high above he had been able to see the boy and his Falcomon hopping across the rooftops across the city, but that was not important for now, not when he had a far greater prize in his sights.
There were only six of them remaining now; three children, two weakened Champions and one exhausted Rookie. Surely easy picking for one such as himself.
Leaning forward until his weight was balanced on the edge of the rooftop he released his grip on the concrete and began to fall, spreading wide his golden wings and catching the wind as he began to soar down the street towards the Digidestined. He landed on the building with a thud, four three-clawed feet touching down on the far side of the rooftop from the gathered humans and Digimon.
“Yes, bravo, a splendid, ahem, battle.” The horse-like Digimon began to pace towards them, moving slowly and steadily closer and closer.
“Yes, you Digidestined took care of these ruffians marvellously. Although… they still seem to be alive.”The Maildramon turned his featureless, helmeted head towards Minx and Orcamon. His gaze lingered on them for several tense seconds before moving back to KK and Axel.
“Would you like me to take care of them for you?”@bowtiesrcool86@Winter Star12@Tyler Night