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Nene dances like ballet is clumsy and her face is flushed with ecstasy. The poison is visible around her fingers and he has to wonder if she dyes it in food coloring to prove a point. Taiki steps back and just watches her. Her steps are fast and smooth. She is not simply used to the dance, she is in love with it. It's beautiful, like she's on a ballroom floor instead of unsteady dunes. Not even the slick blood beginning to drip from her ankles unsettles her. If anything, her steps are more sure with it.
This is too much fun.
Baalmon's Digimon status is probably the only thing helping him keep out of her reach and it is entertaining. His shots are true and dangerous, but one of the only things the Amano do that the Kudo do not is train against guns. (Taiki thinks it's because the smell is atrocious.) So it's easy for her, especially in this world, this world that calls for them by their bones and it tastes so delicious.
Oh lord he does need to kill something. And it needs to be soon.
He feels the earth rumbling beneath his feet and moves, pulling Nene back. The ground shudders and cracks. Nene whistles but Baalmon's weapons are trained on Sparrowmon in an instant. They lose sight of the fight and Nene's panic fades with her Xros Loader flying into her hands and calling the poor jet to safety.
Regardless, they're still falling.
Taiki lets out a tiny hum and the air flounders, red light coalescing to create a small platform that catches them both with ease. "Well, it's good to know psychokinesis can be put to good use in this world."
Nene giggles and then sobers. The whiplash is familiar, comforting almost. "What on earth is this?" Mold, runes, cold, wet... hard to tell in the dark.
"Tomb? Death wish?" Taiki hums. "Let's find out."
Nene has no choice but to agree and follow him into the depths of the ruins. Not that her curiosity wouldn't have invited her to to begin with.
