Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
House of Jaguars
Jaguarmon. Everywhere jaguarmon. And they all looked hungry. The closest dozen salivating felines stood up and advanced on the two unfortunate new arrivals.
"I'll handle this," Gatomon claimed with more confidence than she felt. She faced the menacing jaguarmon. "Listen, if you don't eat us, we'll make you a deal."
Ken had always admired Gatomon's self-confidents and assertiveness, which some would call pushy. She was more like Yolei than Kari, really (though Yolei didn't have quite the attitude). Just another example of how digidestined were chosen for their compatibility with their digimon, not necessarily their similarity. Ken also found it interesting that his insights seemed to come more often than not under the pressure of extreme and immediate danger.
"If you don't eat us, there could be a bunch of delicious skelemon in it for you," Gatomon continued. She just needed to buy time. Seconds, if they were lucky.
Though the jaguarmon were hungry and impatient, they agreed to Gatomon's terms. Ken and Gatomon were nearly to the far door when the skelemon entered. They winced at the sounds of jaguarmon teeth crunching through bones. The skelemon didn't stand a chance.