"So that's it, huh?" Heath asks, looking around as he trails along after Neville, ignoring the disdain on the other man's face. "Aries is done?"
"Apparently," he spits, unimpressed with the conversation. "I suggest if you want the latest gossip you should go talk to TJP, he seems to know it all and what he doesn't, I imagine he will gladly make up for you."
"Nah, I'm fine," Heath says. "Sides, it doesn't feel right leavin' ya alone out here, if something should attack-"
"I'd be more than capable of handling myself, I promise you," Neville snaps, glaring at Heath as his doubtful gaze rests on the form of Neville's very young, very little partner.
"Either way, I'll just hang around a lil longer-"
"Get out!" Neville screams at him but Heath, used to years of emotional abuse much worse than that by people he actually cares about in this business, doesn't even flinch.
"Hey, man, c'mon, just tryin' to help you out here," Heath says, his eyes wide and sincere, the complete reverse of the glower Neville is shooting at him as he stomps away. Realizing that Heath still hasn't given up, Neville kicks at some bushes, barely having a minute to step forward when there's a rough howl from within the foliage, a dog like creature rushing out and heading straight for Neville. "Ah crap-" Heath is fast, as gangly and awkward as he can be, and he pushes Neville out of the way- just to take the creature's attack himself, hissing out in pain as Dogmon's teeth dig into the flesh of his arm.
"Heath!" Lopmon cries, quickly spinning forward and smacking the maddened creature off of his partner. "Are you ok?"
"I think," he mumbles, trying to slow the bleeding. "Kinda glad Wade ain't here, he'd never let me live this down."
Without even asking, Lopmon digivolves into Moosemon and, ignoring Dogmon's howling, gets nearly nose to nose with him and roars as deafeningly as possible, immediately shutting Dogmon up. "No more hurting humans," he snaps, stomping out with his hooves and sending Dogmon flying. One more stomp and the beast is deleted, leaving Moosemon much more comfortable now that he knows Heath and the others are safe once more. Making his way over to Heath, he lightly nuzzles at his arm, licking calmly at the wound.
"Uh," Heath says. "Ya might cause infection..." But instead, Heath blinks as he finds his wound already closing up, the flesh knitting back together. "But how... I didn't think you could do that," he sputters.
"I have holy blood coursing through me," he explains before dedigivolving back to his Lopmon form. "I suppose it makes certain things easier for me to, especially when it's to help you, Heath."
Heath blinks, flabberghasted. "Well, what d'ya know." He ignores the look on Neville's face when he reaches out and claps him on the back. "Let's go regroup with the others, then. I've had enough drama for one night."
