A week later, through careful organizational skills and after ensuring none of Vamdemon's minions were watching, Wizarmon met up with Tailmon. Their hearts were just starting to close emotionally, but they still had enough interest in each other to keep the meeting as short as they could.
"Keep this short..." Tailmon murmured, looking around warily. "We don't know who's watching..."
Wizarmon nodded. "Don't worry, Tailmon. I know what I'm doing." He patted the top of the feline's head and she leaned into the touch, half-closing her eyes. After a moment, he stopped and Tailmon opened her eyes to glance up at him.
"What's the matter?" She asked.
"Remember what Phantomon was saying earlier? About how Vamdemon's started talking about the Eighth Child?"
Tailmon nodded and crossed her paws over her chest. "Vamdemon's going to want all his forces with him when he begins searching for the child. There'll be no room for emotional instability. We'll have to be on top of our game." She uncrossed her arms and turned to watch the sun set below the horizon.
Wizarmon turned to observe it as well, thinking about their situation. He was so deep in thought, he hadn't kept an eye out with his abilities and now there was a Digimon upon them.
"I had hoped the two of you were improving under my ultimatum, but it seems I was wrong. I warned you that my mouth would walk and my scythe would cut." Phantomon loomed up out of the shadows menacingly, brandishing his weapon.
Vamdemon watched from the castle as Phantomon threatened the failures.
Tailmon screamed as she dodged the chain mace. "We're sorry, Phantomon. We didn't think anyone was watching."
The spectre slashed with his scythe, but Wizarmon blocked with his staff. "I have no time for excuses and neither does the Master. You, Tailmon, are going to be punished if that's what it takes to keep the two of you in line. Master's orders."
Phantomon hurled the chain mace again, catching Wizarmon around the neck. The mage had no time to retrieve his staff from where it lay after falling from his gloved fingers. Phantomon knowingly glanced up at the castle and seemed to receive a nod from Vamdemon. Gesturing with his scythe, a bubble formed and trapped Tailmon in place. "The Master wants to punish both of you in fact."
With neither of them able to do anything, Tailmon curled up in a ball and withdrew into herself. Wizarmon could only watch with emerald eyes brimming with cold fury.