Chapter 47:  The Fight Continues…

            "Pidgeot, use gust attack on those c-birds!"

            "Scizor, use metal claw!"

            The two flying pokémon began firing on the incoming c-birds, and they were picking them off one-by-one.

            "Clinker Beam!"

            "Blossom blade!"

            More c-birds were buying the farm every moment, but they were returning fire.

            "Wormmon, digivolve to…Stingmon!  Lightning Spike!"

"Roto-saw!"

            "Bludgeon blade!"  Firabbit and Stingmon began using their blades to reflect the shots right back into the droves of c-birds.  Again, more and more were getting picked off.

            "This is way too easy," Hare thought to himself.  "Chaotic, but easy.  There's going to be a catch---"

            "YoNon Gazrii!"  Blue spheres of energy flew up at the congregated heroes.

            "You had to say that, didn't you?" Saw-grass spat as he reflected a few gorillouts' shots away.

            "My bad," he agreed, slicing a c-bird in half.  "You know, I wish someone would take care of them---"

            "That would be our job," Ash thought aloud.  "Tauros, Snorlax, Kingler, I choose you!"

            "Veemon, digivolve to…Exveemon!"

            "Moochi, module-evolve to…Turtledove!"

            "Tiger, module-evolve to…Thunderdog!"  Thunderdog rode Exveemon down to the gorillouts below.  "Time for you to see what we think of you taking over a world that doesn't belong to you!  Jacob's Ladder!"

            "Rapid vee laser!"

"Tempest Cannon!"

            "Kingler, Snorlax!  Hyper Beam!  Tauros, use Fissure!"

            The gorillouts didn't last much longer than the c-birds.

            Swampangemon landed and let everyone else out of her pockets.  "Now, I'll try to break through their line!  Swampangemon, mode-change to…micro mode!"  Swampangemon became a tiny creature, no larger than a playing card.  She flew as fast as she could towards the building she saw in the middle of the island.

            "We need to give her cover fire!" Exveemon shouted.  "And, for that, we'll need firepower!  Exveemon!"

            "Stingmon!"

            "DNA digivolve to…Paildramon!"  Paildramon flew in low.  "Desperado Blaster!" he shouted, knocking more c-birds and gorillouts out of the way.

            The gorillouts had seen enough, so they made a move the Digidestined didn't expect:  "Praze-tor-ortei, noh kreshnaiona djom…Praze-tor-arliitu!"  Fifteen of them fused to become a trio of a new, huge, mega-level type of menace machine:  Giantor.

            "I think we might have a problem," Yolei thought to herself…

GAZRIITOR:

Nickname: Giantor (Jaientōru)
Real Name: Praze-tor-arliitu
Caste: Yontor
Modes: One
Special Attacks:
Yon YoNon Gazrii
Dontato Yon
Comments:
The giantor is a nine-story, three-legged menace machine. Its two arms have weapons that can fire out waves of high-firepower energy, but can also produce blades that the giantor can use in hand-to-hand combat. Its overall firepower and defense equate to that of a mega digimon, but, unlike its previous forms of mandroid and gorillout, it is not an amphibious tor and is confined to ground combat.

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            Joey looked around and let out a low, quick whistle.  "Hey!  This one different.  No have water in."

            "Huh?"

            "This one dry.  ---Ta-ka-to!" Joey triumphantly yelled, looking down into a vat.

            Tina looked into the vat too, and saw Takato unconscious on the floor of it.  As Joey had said, this had no fluid in it, but Takato had liquid-filled tubes running into his skin through needles.  "Takato, can you hear me?  They didn't catch you again, did they?" Tina asked.  She shook his shoulder.  "Takato? ...He won't wake up, but he's still breathing..."

            Joey snorted.  "Joey fix-it!" Joey spat.  He jumped up to a computer console and, again, began working the controls with incredible finesse.  A different liquid began running through the tubes to Takato's body, and he began to come to.

            "Where---am I?" he asked.

            Tina reached into his vat.  "Hold still.  This'll hurt a little," she cautioned.  She yanked the needles out Takato's skin, one-by-one.

            "OW!!  Hey, watchit, that stings!"

            "Look, those needles have to come out before you can move out of this tank!"

            "But I didn't ask for you to---hey, easy!"

            "And it'd help if you could be quiet; I don't know when more guards will come in."

            "Well, you're certainly not helping!"

            "Yes, I am!"

            "Well, let me pull my own out, okay?"

            "You can't:  the human being has an instinct for not hurting himself, and it hurts to take the needles out!  Come on!" she spat, yanking out another.

            "Stoppit!" he hissed.  After a few failed attempts to pull more out himself, Takato sighed, winced in preparation, and said, "Okay…start again.  OW!  …EEE!  Ow-OW!  …OOOOOOooooooooooooh!  ---eee!!  OUCH!  …Is that all of them?"

            "I dunno…try getting up."

            "Okay---YOW!"

            "Nope."

            "Actually, that was just the last one---ugh!  By the time I get out of here, I'll be one giant scab!"

            "Don't worry.  We found your humanitarian gear, and there was a first-aid kit in there."

            "Right now, I'm more concerned about my digivice and modify-cards."

            "I have those, too," Tina answered, pulling the cards and D-Arc out of her pocket.

            "Thanks.  Where's Guilmon?"

            Joey answered, "In sink, same as Ta-ka-to was in.  He wake up, now."

            "Huh…?"

            "Oh, great!" Tina muttered.  "Are we gonna have to take the needles out of him, too?"

            "No, I can take them out of myself," Guilmon answered.  "I don't have a not-hurt-myself instinct; if my leg were in a bear trap, I'd gnaw it off and grow another."

            "That would be tough for me to do," Takato answered.

            "So…what now?" Tina asked.  "I only have one mandroid disguise, so…what do we do to get out of here?"