Here is another chapter~! :3 And I have a story cover up too~! :3 It is of Omnimon's emblem here. It is the Crest of Friendship with the points of the Crest of Courage, but this will become a golden color on his cape later on. The only thing that is not is the grey slash mark. :3 Also, forgive me if I mess up the effects of the Celtic Runes on Daphne's claymore weapon, as I do not know their effects like you probably do, Maximus. -_-' That being said, I can go back and fix the effects of the runes if I do indeed get the effects wrong. Just a warning is all.

nightmaster000: Just to be clear, I have not yet decided that yet. I may make them the real deal, but I may also make them the Frontier children. Please understand if I choose to make them the latter, as I can best describe the Warriors as such. Or I may combine them, as in, make them the Frontier kids, but have them be more like Digimon in thinking and instinct.

Opening Files: Legendary Warriors

In the history of the Digital World, there are many groups of great power, and unimaginable strength. The Celestial Angels, the Royal Knights, the Seven Demon Lords, etc. But amongst those groups is one that can be considered top tier, the strongest of average Digimon, but average they are not. For this group has done a feat so great, that even the Royal Knights have to acknowledge their strength and power: defeat the strongest Demon Lord, Lucemon of Pride. This group, is the Legendary Warriors, known as such because of their great deed.

Composing of ten elements, the Warriors are not opponents to be taken lightly. The Warriors of Flame, Light, Wind, Darkness, Ice, Thunder, Water, Earth, Wood, and Steel/Metal alone are strong foes, but when their power is combined, they can take on even the Demon Lords themselves. Using artifacts called Spirits (Human and Beast), these warriors can reach varying tiers of strength, either alone, by combining the two Spirits, or using more than just the two they each have.

However, despite their abilities and power, much remains unknown about how the Legendary Warriors came to be. Or rather, much remains untold about how they came into existence...

"Some things can be considered top-secret." TOM said as he closed the Legendary Warriors file. "If some things are revealed to the populace when they should not be, what would the average citizen think? And what if that information was something that could make the government in question look oppressive? Well, riots would occur at best, a revolution at worst." He leaned back and pressed a button on his armrest, the right one this time.

An image of the same white, legged ship appeared on the monitor before it vanished in a flash of white light again. "Take that ship for instance. It no doubt has top-secret technologies onboard, along with top-secret orders." TOM continued as he looked back at the camera. "But certain ideas and knowledge, whether good or bad, are sometimes best left unsaid."

Omnimon looked out the front window of the Mystery Machine as they approached the old mining town. Daphne and Shannon also caught sight of it and the older of the two cousins spoke. "Is that the mining town?" Daphne asked as Omnimon nodded.

"It is." He confirmed. "That is my destination."

"It certainly looks the part of a cult's hideout." Shannon noted as the Digimon's blue eyes went hard as ice.

A nod came from the Royal Knight. "And that is where the missing scroll is as well."

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Daphne asked, not sure if the Royal Knight was all there in the head. He was basically walking into a Lancer's nest, figuratively speaking. "I mean, it could be a trap for all you know!"

Omnimon looked back at her with a serious look in his eyes. "I am." He replied, his tone resolved. "I cannot back down now."

Daphne sighed. "Okay...Shannon and I will help you with this."

To her surprise though, he shook his head. "No. This is something I have to do alone." He said in response. "Getting you involved will only make you targets down the road, and from what you told me, you were watching your friend's daughter. She may be a target if you become involved."

Daphne winced at the memory of that. Shannon looked uneasily back at the town at those words. "Therefore, it is best if I go alone." Omnimon continued.

With that, when the van came to a halt, Omnimon opened the back doors and stepped out, the moon beginning to set overhead. He looked around, eyeing the place with a look only a tactician could have. Already he was taking in the condition of the buildings, how many were open to entry, etc. While the town was deserted to most onlookers, his sharp eyesight caught the movement of many forms in white robes with black marks on the backs. He knew right away who those were. 'This is the hideout of the Grimmnoids...' He thought to himself. 'And this is where the scroll must be as well.'

Looking around for a pathway to the mining town, the Royal Knight almost missed it. But saw it he did. Overgrown and barely visible, but there nonetheless, the pathway was revealed to him. His blue eyes hard, Omnimon made his way to the mining town, and into the heart of the Grimmnoid cult.

However, his entrance to the mining town did not go unnoticed either...

Winslow the Wicked was enjoying some nice tea, oriental in style, when one of his followers came running in, panting and looking quite nervous. "Your Excellency..." He gasped. "The...the interloper...They're...they're here!"

The exalted one set down the expensive tea cup daintily, looking at his follower. "And what business would the interloper have here in our simple compound?"

"We...do not know." The man explained, panting still.

Winslow frowned as he listened to what this man was telling him. This interloper seemed to be completely unknown, and yet... A sneer crossed his face. "Well then, we shall see how difficult this intruder is..." He purred. "Perhaps we should...greet them...the way we do all who come here."

The follower looked up, a smile on his face. "Oh, that would be brilliant, oh exalted one!"

The man just laughed, waving off the comment. "Yes, yes, I know..."

San Diego

The Duck's Burrow was one of the finest hotels in the city of San Diego, which was also home to one of America's largest naval bases. While the name sounded like it was a run-down little hovel that was struggling to make ends meet, it was in fact a five-star resort. The owner, a grey-furred rabbit Mobian named Bugs Bunny, was sipping some of the finest carrot juice money could buy, overlooking the city. Yes, he was a shrewd one, but he had a damn good business sense, and, when that was combined with his partner, a black duck Mobian named Daffy Duck, it landed him some of the best business in the nation. In fact, Sanban Industries often used the resort for large business gatherings.

Speaking of his partner, Daffy was downstairs running the casino, the Lucky Pond. That place was the whole reason the hotel was doing so well. It also helped Daffy had a unique Semblance, called Money Sense. With it, he could sense the amount of money in the casino, and every bank he went in fact. It was also this Semblance that had helped the duo solve a few cases in which banks were being swindled out of money by their own employees, which happened more often than the banks admitted; being a Huntsman, as most tellers and bank workers were, on the side didn't always pay all the bills, after all. This had helped to bolster the reputation of the hotel and casino as well.

Bugs smiled to himself. While Daffy was quite greedy and could put money before everything else at times, the black duck Mobian had his own twisted sense of honor in a sense. He wouldn't abandon a friend if the mission paid high enough, or he wouldn't abandon a friend if that would jeopardize the mission. The duck also hated swindlers, and that often landed him those bank swindling prevention jobs. In fact, he hated swindlers more than his greed would let on. If a mission to stop swindlers came to the forefront, then Daffy would do the mission, no matter how little the pay was.

The door to his suite opened, and in came Daffy, wearing an expensive white suit with a blue tie and white top hat. "Well, how's the casino?" Bugs asked as he stood up, straightening out his own black suit and red tie.

"Fine." Daffy replied. "Businessth is going well." He sat down in the chair Bugs had previously occupied.

Bugs grinned at that. "Good to hear. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a Grimm to stop." He grabbed his rifle, loaded with explosive Dust rounds, and made his way out of the office. Yes, it was time for the resort owner to go Grimm-hunting. It was a popular pastime if Grimm snuck into the resort grounds. The recent reports were of a Ursa Major Grimm, and if they were accurate, as they mostly were, there would be large costs for damage, and if Daffy insisting it being taken care of right away was any indication, then that money could be better spent improving the facilities around the resort complex instead of being used to repair the damage.

The resort owner flared his light grey Aura and smirked as his Semblance kicked in. Bugs walked down the hallway to the main elevator and pressed the 'down' button. The doors opened and he walked in, pressing the button for the main lobby. It took a few seconds to reach the main floor, where guests all mingled and talked with one another, either standing or sitting in the plush chairs that lined the common area. Large potted plants stood up, green and lush, against the dark wood floors and red carpets outlined in gold thread. The nice white walls were a nice accent, and the blue paneling along the main desk's front gave a bit of a nautical theme as well. All of the guests were of the well-to-do kind, which made the security of the resort more of a priority than anything.

Bugs waved to a few guests as he made his way out to the main entranceway, looking around for the Ursa Major Grimm. His black eyes didn't catch sight of anything unusual, which was worrisome to him. Then, he saw it off to the left as it came stumbling through the brush and trees. Bugs smirked as he flared his Aura and his Semblance kicked in. He walked over to the Grimm, giving his usual cocky grin and took out a carrot. "Ehh...What's up, doc?" He asked as he took a bite.

The Grimm looked at him before roaring. Bugs nodded. "Mm-hmm. I see." He said, as if he could understand it. The Ursa Major roared again as Bugs looked back up at it. "Is that so?" The Grimm looked at him with a confused look, and Bugs mentally grinned. He loved using his Semblance. In fact, that was how he outwitted a lot of those rogue Huntsmen, namely Yosemite Sam and Elmer Fudd. Given the appropriate name of Trickery, it allowed him to play psychological mind games with his foes, making them think he would do the opposite of what he would do. It could even cast illusions to make it look like he defied the laws of physics and gravity if he increased the energy used for it enough. He stepped back. "I see. Well, I think I can help you with that." Bugs said as he took out his rifle and stuck it into what looked like a photo camera from the old days. "Just let me take your picture, and we'll see about what I can do to help." True to form, the Ursa Major Grimm followed the directions, the effects of Trickery guiding it.

It stuck its head towards the 'lens', only for Bugs to step back and stick his head under the cloth to take the supposed 'picture'. He aimed and smiled. "Say cheese!" Then, he pulled the trigger. With his Aura active, Bugs was protected from the effects of the explosive Dust round, but it did blow up the fake camera. The effects on the Grimm however, were far worse. The Ursa Major Grimm was hit in the face, causing black smoke to emit from the wound before it fell over and ceased to move, its form becoming black smoke and evaporating. The explosion was enough to even cause a small crater in the parking lot, but to Bugs, and Daffy, it was a small price to pay. At least it wasn't too expensive in the long run, coming from the repairs fund the resort had for such instances.

Bugs stood up, spinning his shotgun rifle in his hand before swinging it over his left shoulder, but not before he blew the smoke coming out of the barrel away. With a small tune being hummed, he walked back into the hotel lobby, from where guests had seen the whole exchange take place in relative safety. Many were cheering for him, and Bugs smiled at the reception. Yes, he made a bit of a show out of eliminating Grimm from the resort grounds, but it was all for the guests. Why not make it a show while keeping them safe?

He made his way back towards the elevator when something stopped him. The elevator was coming down. Yes, that was not unusual, but it was strange all the same. There was a familiar presence on that elevator from what he could see, with the large glass back revealing who was inside. It was Daffy, and he looked a bit frazzled. At once, Bugs became a bit alarmed. Not much could scare Daffy Duck. He could face down a whole hoard of those Skele-Ghouls that had been recently identified and not be freaked out even. But when it came to money, that was the one thing that could worry the black duck. That or swindlers being in the area. 'Or if innocent people are hurt around the resort...' Bugs added as an afterthought.

The doors opened as soon as the elevator reached the main floor and Daffy came running out. "Bugs! BUGS!"

"What?" Bugs asked, keeping his tone level, but there was a bit of urgency in it as well.

"We...we have a major problem!" Daffy said. "There'sth reportsth of a Fallen here!"

Bugs became alarmed at once. "What?!" That was concerning to say the least. No wonder the casino owner looked freaked out.

As a ranked Class IV Hunter, Bugs was one of the few qualified to take on a threat like a Fallen if it was in the area. He looked around, trying to hide his fear under a façade of smiles. In truth, he was worried for the welfare of the guests.

But there was no sign of the Fallen as Bugs glanced around. However, he knew better than to assume there was no Fallen. If anything, a Fallen was more likely to hide their dark purplish veins with thicker clothes, and given where they were currently, it only made sense to look for someone who had on clothing that was not normal for the area.

However, no one stood out. Bug frowned to himself. If it was a male Fallen, the thicker clothes would work. However... Then it hit him. A female Fallen could just hide their veins with long white gloves and a dress that matched as well as a thin scarf and a large sunhat with accompanying sunglasses! He himself had worn such a disguise once to confuse Elmer Fudd during a mission to hunt down a Grimm.

His eyes landed on what looked like a high-society woman who wore an outfit that matched what he had been thinking of, but Bugs knew better than to assume she was a Fallen. However, he had to err on the side of caution as well. He readied his rifle and walked over, making sure the barrel was pointed towards the ground and that he looked like he was not aware of how to use it. He even flicked the safety on, or so one would assume. In reality, Bug's weapon had no such thing; the safety was merely a dummy, switching the Dust round inside to an electric Dust round instead.

Bugs walked over. "Well, hello." He said in as sultry a voice as he could. "Are you new here?"

The woman looked over at him, her eyes hidden by the large sunglasses she wore and a smile appeared on her hidden lips. "Why, yes, I am." She purred back. Bugs swore he could see her irises flash red under the sunglasses, but he didn't say anything. It could have been a trick of the light for all he knew. Still, it was best to be wary, so he tightened his grip on his gun.

"And what can I help you with?" Bugs asked, keeping his eyes on hers.

"All I would like is a simple place to stay the night." The woman said, lifting her hat to reveal white hair, indicating she was an older woman. Then, he saw it again. Her eyes flashed red for sure, which confirmed it for Bugs; this elderly lady was a Fallen. In his mind, Bugs was impressed if not disgusted. A Fallen who was an elderly lady would be a perfect agent to send in to any town or major city since no one would expect it. He himself had almost fallen for it if he hadn't known what to look for.

"Well, I'm sorry, but the resort is booked full." Bugs replied. "I'm afraid you will have to leave." He gestured with his gun-wielding arm towards the door. Then he smirked. "But I can set you up at another hotel just down the road." He added with a cunning grin. Perhaps Yosemite Sam would like a guest at his own hotel...

"Oh? But I was told this place would put me up for the night." The 'elderly' Fallen said with a fake pout that sounded real to him. Bugs snorted mentally. 'Sure you were...' He thought before he looked at her again.

He then spoke. "I'm sorry, but who told you that?" Bugs inquired. If it was that Yosemite Sam, then...

"It was this little man with a bald head and hunting gear." The 'woman' replied, making Bugs snort. So it was Elmer Fudd then? Not exactly his style to pull such a thing, but if anything, it would make sense considering the rogue Huntsman was always out to get him for being a Mobian. Fudd was one of those rare Huntsmen who hunted down Mobians for sport, an illegal practice in the United States and other Mobian-accepting countries. As such, Elmer Fudd was wanted by the FBI and had a high price on his head for arrest.

Bugs nodded before he gestured towards the door again. "Well, he was wrong. But I can point you in the direction of a hotel which will be able to put you up for the night." He said as he proceeded to hold his arm out towards the 'woman' in a gesture of goodwill.

The 'elderly' Fallen took his left arm and Bugs escorted 'her' to the door. "Why thank you..." The Fallen said as Bugs looked at her. "Too bad I can't stay here tonight...because it would have been perfect for finding new candidates for Fallen causes..." Just then, Bugs's Aura flared into existence as the Fallen unleashed her Semblance at him. He was pushed back by tentacles of wood with metal tips that came from the Fallen's back.

Bugs grunted as he looked up, his black eyes hard as he gripped his rifle and aimed it. All he needed was one clear shot, and he could shoot her out the doors. From his position where he was kneeling on the floor on one knee, Bugs pulled the trigger, making sure his aim was pointed at the doors so no one would get hurt by his shot when it went off. The electric Dust round sped for the Fallen, but those tentacles darted in front, forming a barrier that took the brunt of the shot. With wood being an insulator against electricity, the shot did little to harm the Fallen.

"Not bad...for a bunny..." The Fallen purred.

Now Bugs knew who he was facing. "So...you're the one they're calling Granny..." He hissed.

The newly identified Granny smiled sweetly. "I'm so glad you know of me." She giggled. "So many have mistaken me for an innocent old lady."

"Well, it works." Bugs admitted, albeit begrudgingly. "At least, it did."

"Yes. And I have to admit, I was surprised you caught on." Granny admitted. Bugs smirked to himself mentally. Oh, he knew why he caught on alright, and he wasn't about to reveal it. No, he liked to keep his tactics close so only he knew them, and his Semblance was one such tactic.

Bugs then aimed his gun again, switching back to an explosive Dust round. While the damage would make Daffy mad, at least the brunt of the force would be directed outside, so the damage would be lessened that way. He pulled the trigger once more and out came the Dust round. While the tentacles created a shield again, the explosion blew the Fallen out the doors, like Bugs had hoped.

Somehow, though, he got the feeling that the Fallen would be returning soon enough...

Mining Town

Omnimon entered the town, looking around for anything unusual. Safe to say, he wasn't seeing much, not even the Grimmoids who were said to make this place home. The Royal Knight was certain he had seen them, but at the same time, it had been from a distance, so he couldn't be entirely sure on that either. At least, until he tensed up as his eyes widened slightly, a sudden, almost electric, tingle running down his spine. He recalled experiencing this once before, but it hadn't been felt again since. Looking around, the Digimon was now certain that this was the right place because he was sensing the presence of Grimm.

'But where are they?' He thought to himself before he perked up at a sound coming from his right. Omnimon turned his head in that direction, only to see a Grimm that looked like it was based off of the human legend of a centaur, but with the horse head and the humanoid portion fused at the middle of the back. The Royal Knight had a feeling this Grimm wasn't something to mess with or to underestimate. The humanoid part had long, skinny arms that had two claws coming out of the hands, and the face looked creepy with the mouth looking almost sown shut and the horns on its head curving outwards, which was saying something since Omnimon had seen even creepier looking opponents in the Digital World.

As the Digimon got out his Grey Sword, he heard a voice behind him, and he turned his head, only to see the Grimmnoids standing there; well, more like all around him and making sure he didn't leave the circle they formed. The one who had to be the leader stepped forwards. "Well, how do you like our mascot?" He asked as Omnimon growled to himself.

"It's not exactly the welcoming kind." He said dryly, which made the man laugh.

"Of course you heathens would say such a thing." The man mocked. "Then again, I, Winslow the Wicked, have been tasked with leading humanity to peace with the Grimm, and why not start with this one?" He added as he gestured towards the horse-like Grimm.

Omnimon looked at the Grimm with a sense of unease. Experience with the Digital World (since he lived there) told him that even though something looked frail, it might not always be the case. His thoughts were proven true when the Grimm charged at him, the humanoid part laying limply to one side. Omnimon noticed that and moved around to get behind it, but the Grimm came to a stop, and that was when the nasty surprise took hold. The humanoid half twitched and moved to an upright position, turning around to face him directly. Omnimon's blue eyes went wide as he saw that, the Grimm lifting its clawed hands to attack. The arms, like an elastic material, shot out towards him. It was only by instinct that he was able to bring out his Brave Shield and block the attack. The humanoid part went limp again as the horse half turned around, only to let out this piercing scream that let out soundwaves that would have knocked the Digimon off his feet if not for his Brave Shield being active.

As it was, Omnimon could feel his ears hurting, like they wanted to blow out their eardrums; having enhanced senses beyond that of a human's had its downsides at times, and this was one such instance. He grunted as one eye shut in pain, but the shield stayed up. The scream ended, his Brave Shield going down, which gave Omnimon time to rush in. He wasn't about to let the Grimm get in another attack like that. His Grey Sword was drawn back, the sections of certain runes glowing. But before he could land a blow, the Grimm's humanoid half attacked, the arms lashing out and smacking Omnimon to the side. He landed with a grunt, bouncing once from the impact before he came to a stop, groaning as he did so.

Winslow the Wicked laughed. "How does it feel to face the Nuckelavee?" He crowed. "Not many can beat one, and if they do, it is by luck they live to see another day!"

Omnimon growled as he got to his feet. 'So, that's its classification then...' He thought to himself. The Royal Knight eyed the Nuckelavee as it circled him, the Grimmnoids cheering for the Grimm instead of him. Ironic as it was, he felt a bit of anger that these humans would cheer for something that was threatening the planet and their way of life instead of someone who could protect it and defeat the Grimm. However, he forced the issue aside as the Nuckelavee launched the arms of its humanoid half at him again. Seeing the attack incoming, Omnimon knelt, only to jump up and over the limbs. At the apex of his jump, the Digimon flipped upright and called upon his Garuru Cannon, the barrel coming out of his MetalGarurumon head hand as he aimed it at the Grimm below him. The mouth of the cannon glowed with energy as it powered up and Omnimon locked onto the Nuckelavee. His blue eyes narrowed before he took his next action. "GARURU CANNON!"

The energy blast shot out of his cannon, followed by another, and another. The tri of energy shots streaked towards the Nuckelavee, which used its sonic scream to try and destroy or deflect the energy shots. While two were hit and destroyed, the third sped through the smoke and hit the Grimm in the chest, sending it down to the ground with some minor burns and smoke coming out of a few minor cuts. However, as the Nuckelavee got back to its feet, it didn't expect the next attack. For from the smoke above from the previously destroyed energy shots, Omnimon came down, his Grey Sword drawn out and glowing. With a roar, he thrust the blade into the Grimm's black and white skull armor on the head, impaling it with a clean strike before the glowing blue energy blew up the humanoid half of the Nuckelavee. Thick smoke poured from the wound, but the Grimm was not down yet. Or it wasn't until Omnimon spun in mid air and fired off an energy shot again, destroying the head of the horse half.

The fight hadn't lasted as long as it normally would, which surprised Winslow the Wicked and his followers. "No...no way..." Grey the Gory breathed. "No one should be able to beat the Nuckelavee like that..." Omnimon just stood there, the breeze blowing his cape lightly as he faced the Grimmnoids directly, looking every bit the knight he was supposed to be.

Winslow the Wicked frowned at that. This was an surprising development to say the least. "So, you survived the Nuckelavee…" He hissed as the Royal Knight looked back at him with his blue eyes as hard as ice.

GrimmFall General Hospital

It was a while later when Lowemon woke up again. The Warrior of Darkness groaned as he opened his red eyes once more, this time to not just Major Glory, but a different person as well. He wore an outfit that showed he was a politician, but he also had a black eye patch on over one of his eyes.

"I am glad you are awake." The new man said. "Major Glory told me about you being sent here through an odd portal, so I was wondering if you would be willing to recount the tale for me."

"Why?" The Digimon asked, a wary tone to his voice as he eyed this new person with a cautious look. A hand on his shoulder made him look to his right, only to see Major Glory smiling at him in a reassuring manner.

"You just need to relax." The caped man said. "This here is the mayor of GrimmFall, Phil Ken Sebben, and he is one of the select few who know about the circumstances behind your arrival."

That made Lowemon's eyes widen in surprise. He knew how they had gotten sent there?! "You...know?!"

Mayor Sebben nodded. "Yes." The mayor replied. "But only a select few know, as the major has said. We only know because of a double agent working for the one who brought you here, although we doubt that was this man's intentions."

Lowemon frowned behind his face mask at this. "So someone brought us here, although unintentionally...is that what you are saying?" He asked as Mayor Sebben nodded.

"That is exactly what I am saying." The man replied. "But because the project is so dangerous, very few can know of it."

Grunting, the Warrior of Darkness tried to sit up, but Major Glory prevented that by putting both hands on his shoulders and keeping him down. "You still need your rest." The hero insisted as the Digimon looked back at him.

Mayor Sebben nodded before speaking again. "So, would you be willing to recount your tale?"

Lowemon sighed at that point as he looked down and closed his eyes. "I guess I don't have much choice, do I?"

"Not if we wish to help you." Mayor Sebben said.

Realizing he had no say in the matter, he sighed again and nodded. "Okay..."

"So, how did you get here?" The mayor asked as the Warrior of Darkness opened his red eyes again and looked at him.

"It was in the middle of a battle that my friends and I were sent here. I last remember fighting one of our enemies and then this...portal...opened in the sky above us. Our enemy didn't get sucked in, because we managed to beat him, but it got us instead. We were sucked in, and then debris knocked me out. That's all I can remember." Lowemon said.

Mayor Sebben frowned, as did Major Glory. The Digimon noticed their faces and looked confused. "What? Was I supposed to remember more?"

"No." Mayor Sebben said. "I was just expecting something else...more dramatic. But if you can't remember anything more, then that's fine."

Major Glory gave a soft smile. "You told us what you could, and we can only thank you for it. Even if it might not be much, the fact you remember how you were knocked out is a good start to tell us where you came from."

"It's not much of a lead, though." Lowemon said, frowning to himself.

"But it is a lead regardless." Mayor Sebben said.

Lowemon had to admit the mayor had a point. "I guess..." He sighed.

Major Glory frowned a bit at this. "Look, I know you wish to find out what happened to your friends, but you still need to get some rest."

Looking back, the Digimon frowned to himself again. "But I feel fine." He said.

"You may feel fine, but the fact you can't even support your own weight on your body is a sign you are certainly not fine." Major Glory countered. "Whatever happened after your battle seems to have drained you of your energy enough to the point you can't even stand up."

Lowemon frowned again as Major Glory continued speaking. "That is why you cannot be released from the hospital yet. Until you regain your energy, you are as helpless as a newborn infant." He said as the Warrior of Darkness looked back down at his hands. "It makes you a vulnerable target to the Fallen, so they can make you into one of their own by infusing you with the essence of a Grimm."

That made Lowemon tense up as his eyes snapped up to meet Major Glory's masked gaze. A dangerous glint appeared in his red eyes, surprising the mayor and hero both at the same time. "Fallen are humans infused with the blood of Grimm?" He hissed, his voice taking on a tone that sounded a bit...feral.

"Err...Yes." Major Glory replied, not sure of what to make of this new development. But at the same time, it was a bit concerning to say the least. He would have to instruct the nurses to restrain man before him if he tried to lash out. "Yes, they are. And most of the time those humans willingly go along with the idea." He clenched his fists tightly as memories came to his mind. "But...there are those...who don't..."

"And they are forced to become infused with the blood of Grimm?" Lowemon growled. Major Glory's solemn nod was enough to confirm his suspicions.

Lowemon clenched his fists as tightly as he could, given his weakened state. He felt so angry, he wanted to punch something hard, but with at the same time, his lack of energy made him feel helpless, and he hated it. Here he was, the Legendary Warrior of Darkness, one of the ten strongest Digimon of his kind, and yet he couldn't even find the energy to punch something because he was weakened from that dimensional transport thing!

Major Glory frowned at the way the Digimon was looking down, a look of frustration in his red eyes. "If you just take it easy, you will recover." He said in a reassuring tone.

"But how can I?!" Lowemon snapped back. "There are innocent people being forcibly turned into these Fallen, and I can't do a thing to stop it!"

The major placed a hand on the hand of the Warrior of Darkness's own. "Believe me, I know exactly how you feel."

"You do?" Lowemon asked skeptically. "How?"

"I may be the world's strongest hero, but not even I can be in two places at once." Major Glory admitted. "When I hear of an innocent being forcibly infused with the essence of Grimm and I couldn't stop it, I feel the same way you are now."

Lowemon studied the major's face intently, as if looking for any signs of deception. But that was almost impossible since his eyes were hidden by his mask. Still, the concerned frown on the hero's face was enough to make the Digimon relax slightly and accept his side of things for the time being. "Okay..." He sighed. "I'll just let myself recover."

Major Glory smiled softly at that. "Rest assured, once you are recovered, then you can go out and help stop the scourge of the Grimm and Fallen."

Lowemon sighed and nodded. He didn't like it, but if it was what he had to do, then so be it.

Mining Town

Omnimon faced down Winslow and his followers, the latter of which were surprised at his victory over the Nuckelavee. "It is quite a surprise to see someone survive our famed mascot." Winslow purred as Omnimon just glare back at him.

"I am not just anyone." Omnimon growled as he eyed the exalted one and his followers. "But then again, I am just an interloper to you, someone to eliminate because he poses a threat to your way of life."

Winslow had to admit, this interloper had some balls to make such comments like that. Winslow walked forwards, drawing out a sword. He didn't wish to have this interloper remain any longer. "I will admit, you are quite strong if you can survive the Nuckelavee. But sadly, you cannot be allowed to remain alive if that is the case."

The Royal Knight glared back. "I only came here to seek out a scroll that was stolen from the village you have been harassing for the last century and a half, not to fight." He said sternly. "However, since you have attacked me for no reason, you have left me no choice but to defend myself."

"Oh? You seek out a scroll from that simple village?" Wnslow laughed. "You think we stole that? Hah! We are no fools! Why would we seek out something like that?! A simple piece of paper leading to a mythical object of pure defensive power? Like we would need that! All we need is protection in the form of the power of the Grimm!"

Omnimon growled at this. "So, you don't have it?"

"No, we do not." Winslow sneered back. "As I have said before, all we need is the power of the Grimm for our protection."

Closing his blue eyes, Omnimon sighed. "Then it appears my journey here was all for naught."

"Yes, and you won't make it out alive!" Winslow crowed. As he said that, he drew back his blade and ran at the Digimon...

Name: Bugs Bunny

Aura: Light Grey

Semblance: Trickery

Description: Can make opponents think he is going to do the opposite of what he intends to do. Also can focus his energy to create the illusion he can defy the laws of physics and gravity. This takes lots of energy though, so if he does this too long, Bugs can pass out.

Weapon: Rifle that can shoot explosive Dust rounds and electric Dust rounds via a dummy safety switch

Name: Daffy Duck

Aura: Dark grey

Semblance: Money Sense

Description: Can sense how much money is in certain locations, such as his casino and at banks. Has helped to solve swindling schemes involving banks as well as find bank employees that have been sneaking cash from their place of work.

Weapon: None

Name: Granny

Aura: Light pink

Semblance: Walking Tentacles

Description: Can create tentacles of wood with metal tips, like walking canes, from her back. Can form a barrier for protection from attacks as well.

Weapon: None