Examon X Antibody is quick. He is efficient. He sees a problem, and he handles it with a wave of his sword. The Digital World is in dire need of help, and external assistance has never quite cut it, so here he is, core ablaze with righteous indignation as he comes upon another village, and another, and another, in desperate need of help, and no Digidestined in sight. He tears through one evil digimon after another, their data raining down upon him like snowflakes. Revels in the feeling of accomplishing something significant, and wonders why the Digidestined can't be bothered to do the same, when there are so many of them, and so few of him.
If they cared, he thinks, dicing into another digimon who had been interrupted in the middle of burning through a series of villages, if this was more than just a hobby for them- His powers vibrate through another body, the creature thrumming with his strength before shattering into more data that drifts in the tranquil afternoon sky, IF THEY TRULY WANTED TO SAVE DIGIMON...
His anger filled rant fuels him, leaves him automatically tearing through any creature who seems in the wrong to him, not waiting for a chance to explain, or attempt to fight back, he is strong, he is sure, he knows what he's doing.
By the time he's done, there is a line of villages behind him, quiet, in tact, at peace. He turns slowly and looks back at his handiwork, smiling tightly as he slowly sheathes his sword. "That," he says under his breath. "Is how it's done, Digidestined."
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Alarms are blaring, and Luke jumps up from where he had been meditating with a gasp, rubbing at his eyes before squinting at the screens lit up and blaring distress signals before him. He scans them desperately, trying to make sense of this, when he pales and one hand twists into a fist. "Oh, no," he whispers, immediately diving for his devices, scrambling to send a message to the digidestined, desperate and shaking.
You are all needed in the digiworld- PRONTO! All three groups. Please hurry.
It's short notice, he's not even sure who may be where, but he hopes enough of them are close together that they can meet up and activate the portal. While he waits, he paces and watches as things deteriorate quickly on his screen. "Please," he begs whatever creature may be listening- Yggdrasil itself, maybe- while digging his fingers into his hair, struggling just to breathe. "Please, not this way. Please..."
Before his eyes, another village, and another, and another falls. Within mere minutes, all light snuffed out of each of them.
