"What's the story?" Heath asks after a few moments, resting his hand on Lopmon's head and stroking his soft fur.

His partner laughs and rolls his eyes a little, staring down at him. "Weren't you listening, Heath?"

"Kind of, but not." He smirks. "I knew you'd tell me whatever I needed to know." The group of the Digidestined are wandering through the virus sector, searching out their latest mission, when Heath grimaces and grips his head, trying to cover his ears. "What is that noise?!"

"Our mission, Okuwamon," Lopmon sighs, pointing in the distance with his small paw. Heath turns to look, still grimacing at the ridiculous level of noise coming from that direction, but his discomfort quickly fades away as he realizes. A massive beetle type Digimon is lumbering over a small village of houses, ridiculous pinchers and teeth tearing and shredding, roof particles floating in the wind.

"Damn," he breathes, watching in shock as Digimon run screaming from their homes as they're destroyed around them. "Go, Lopmon!" he urges, relieved when the others follow suit, siccing their partners on the leering Digimon. It notices immediately and turns to look at them, the sun glinting off of its silver shell, pinchers clicking together as he flies off of the collapsing house and rushes towards them.

His voice grates through them, metallic and terrible, and all of the Digimon freeze, tense and watchful as his words register with them. "BEETLE HORN ATTACK!" What follows is incomprehensible, the destructive force seeming to move at double speed as he runs roughshod over them all, leaving the Digimon unconscious and lifeless on the scorched earth.

Lopmon is spared, due to being on Heath's head, but he doesn't hang back for too long, quickly shaking off his shock and unease and flying towards the destruction. Not even half there, he starts to glow with a familiar light, Heath watching on in relief as the source of it comes from his Digivice, Lopmon growing and maturing as he becomes Moosemon, hitting the ground with a running start and lunging towards the still rampaging creature. "Saint Roar!" he yells, bellowing right in Okuwamon's face and stopping him short before he can turn his focus onto Moosemon. Okuwamon releases a desperate cry and tries to break free of his confusion, unable to do anything else as Moosemon lunges up near him, his formidable heels coming crashing down with murderous intent.

Okuwamon, however, is still strong and he shoots up abruptly, sending Moosemon down to the ground in a tangle of legs, leering down at him as he regroups. His intimidating pinchers approaching Moosemon, he seems to be looking forward to taking a bite out of the downed Digimon when... there's a fury of calls overhead as a swirl of attacks wash against Okuwamon, sending him back, away from Moosemon in a scream of disapproval.

Moosemon looks up as best as he can from this awkward position and releases a soft breath, relieved to find his fellow Digidestined partners standing, some looking worse for wear, but capable of defending this sector, their partners, and everything else, giving him time to get up to his feet and shake off the embarrassing prospect of feeling like young calves still learning to walk. As soon as he's up, he's back after Okuwamon who had also effectively shook off the damage he'd took... almost. Renamon's diamonds had left a clear gash between his wings, where he seems the most vulnerable, so Moosemon targets it, leaping up as high as he can manage before... "Punisher!" he roars out, landing with a devastating thud that rocks through both of them, though Moosemon only notices the strange sensation as his hooves crack through Okuwamon's body, the evil Digimon freezing while Moosemon frees himself, data showering around them, and lands back on the ground.

Okuwamon tries to say something, tries to fly, walk, anything, but there's nothing to be done, no way to make his dying body respond to what he wants from it. Not anymore. He's still struggling when the last of his data seeps away, the other Digidestined sighing in relief before they turn to look at the houses destroyed by his rampage.

One by one, they collect their partners and walk towards the village to see how they could help, begin rebuilding the creatures' lives bit by bit, make sure that all are healthy and accounted for. Heath smiles and strokes Moosemon's flank, relieved for his presence in his life. Most of them had bonded early with their Digimon, but he had never had any doubt- he and Lopmon were meant to be best friends, and so far his assumption had been proven correct. "Cmon, Moosemon, let's go help some of these poor Digimon fix up their houses," he says, smiling when his partner shakes his head in agreement.