VIII.
The second fight they had ever had was one of brutality and fury.
He was injured, his partner was bleeding red goop from one fist, and his opponent was on his knees. Newton, a kid who had been nothing in the tournaments, was less than nothing now. Glazed eyes, cold focus, his Digimon a crumpled heap of Taser Legos by his feet, but he was still poised to launch himself forward like an animal.
Then again, Koh was perfectly ready to do the same thing. The betrayal was welling up like bubbles of hot air, and he wanted to sink teeth into that little bastards sinewy neck. They were Union Tamers! Attacking one of their own... even their rivals, with a metal bat, he couldn't allow that to happen.
He couldn't let them get away with it!
He lunged and for a moment thought he tasted something wet and coppery at his tongue but soon after he was flying, falling into vines that wrapped around him with such force and venom.
"Move," he spat, because she was the one that punched him with her glowing gloves.
Sayo just looked amused. "Make me, lion cub."
And he tried, ripping the vines off with the sound of tearing paper. He tried hard to make her budge, but the most she did was kick into his ribs with both feet and stab him with an arrow of ice.
That is, until he caught her hands.
"Traitor!" he had roared into her face, blue flames running up her arms when he should have grabbed one of those petite ankles and broken it, stopped her little hopping so he could break her neck and-
What was the matter with him?
He stopped, but she didn't, still smiling.
"My poor lion and his hesitation."
When he woke later, his jaw was swollen and he had three broken ribs.
