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
nightmaster000: Well, Dracon wasn't exactly painting the Grimm in a good light for Agunimon, and the way he was describing them was a bit exaggerated, so that could account for why the Warrior of Flame didn't react in a similar fashion to Lowemon. :3
Opening Files: Hoss Delgado
A rogue Huntsman, Hoss Delgado is wanted by many nations' governments as well as the Satyra group for his hunting of not just Grimm, but also Faunus and Mobians. He is known to be quite violent, and is also paranoid, extremely temperamental, and xenophobic. He has also replaced his right hand with a mechanical one that can serve as a grenade launcher, machine gun, and plasma beam sword not unlike Dracon's beam sabers, but not of the same caliber or power output.
Unlike most Huntsman though, Hoss has also not yet awakened his Aura or discovered his Semblance, believe them to be wicked magic that no true Huntsman would use if they truly valued their lives. This puts him in a league of his own, making him a dangerous threat to any who encounter him. Even the United Nations has issued a kill-on-sight order to any soldiers, Slayers, and Hunters who work for them because of the danger he poses.
Hoss Delgado was last heard to be hunting down the Grimm Slayer, only to encounter not the mythical image that the media put out, but the true form of the Grimm Slayer, Omnimon, also known as the Royal Knight. As Omnimon is a Digimon, it is quite likely, that if Hoss were to learn of his Digital origins, the rogue Huntsman would try to kill him on the spot. Given his feat of slaying over twenty Grimm though, including the Grimmnoid cult members themselves, it is also highly unlikely that Hoss will actually succeed, if not because of that, then because Omnimon is a DNA Digivolution of two Mega level Digimon combined with the digital essence of human children.
"What does it mean to fear something?" TOM asked as he closed the Hoss Delgado file. "Does it mean that whatever is causing the fear is truly that bad?" He then pressed some buttons on the console as well as his chair's armrest. The screen flared to show different images on it of different lifeforms: A Mobian, a Faunus, Dracon, Omnimon, Lowemon, Hoss, a male form that had genetic alterations, and a female form that had no such alterations. "How are these forms different from one another? Are they truly inhuman?" TOM asked as it showed the forms of Lowemon, Hoss, the female and male humans as well as the Faunus. "Or do these five share the same base DNA?" It then showed Omnimon and Dracon. "And what of these two?" TOM continued. "Are they also inhuman?"
He then leaned back and faced the camera. "And what of me? Am I also inhuman?" He then chuckled. "Of course you already know the answer to that. I am an AI, so of course I'm not human." He said. "But does that mean I have to be feared? I don't think that just because something is different it means it has to be feared."
San Diego
Laughter echoed across an old hotel complex, where a man with a large light brown cowboy hat sat counting money from his latest bank heist. Yosemite Sam had a large nose and a red moustache as well as brown eyes while wearing a blue shirt, brown cowboy vest, khaki pants and dark brown cowboy boots. He also wore his pistols in side holsters, where they currently sat visible to all who saw him.
He was a Class III rogue Huntsman with very little to fear, and his fighting style was as a gung-ho gunslinger, which also happened to be the name of his Semblance. He was also the arch-nemesis of Bugs Bunny, a Class IV Huntsman that was a rabbit Mobian as well as owner of his rival business, the Duck's Burrow. Sam couldn't hope to compete with the luxuries of the five-star resort, so he had to make do with other, less than legal, means to get by with his own hotel business.
The smaller Huntsman just chuckled darkly as he counted out his loot some more, having scored over $200,000 dollars in his latest scheme. This was far better than he had hoped to score. He stopped with a frown crossing his face as he heard a sound from inside a room just behind the clerk's desk in the front. He got up, pulling his left pistol and taking out a key as he walked behind the desk. The door was locked, and he could hear the sound from inside the room. Yosemite Sam scowled as he opened the door with the key and fired off a few shots into the room. "Hey! Quit yer movin'!" He shouted before he stopped firing and closed the door, locking it again. "Darn intruder..." Sam grumbled as he peered in through the keyhole at the occupant.
Inside the room was not a Faunus, Mobian, Grimm, or even Fallen. No, it was a man with short, platinum blonde hair and red eyes. He wore a white body suit with white and light blue armor that seemed to be modeled after a wolf's form almost, including his helmet. The man also normally wore a long light blue scarf that had darker blue slash marks on it, almost like claw marks. Currently though, said scarf was being used to tie his hands together behind his back, so that was the source of the movement. Sam just pulled away, leaving the occupant to his fate.
While Sam went back to counting his money, inside the room, Lobomon, the Legendary Warrior of Light, grunted softly as he tried to reach the knot currently tying his scarf around his hands. Sad to say though, it wasn't going so easily, as it was just outside of his grasp. He growled as he failed to grasp the end of his scarf, making him sigh to himself as he stopped his attempts to escape. He closed his red eyes as he hung his head slightly. Gritting his teeth, the Digimon could clearly recall how he had wound up in this predicament, and it was in part to that dimensional...thing that had sucked him and his friends into it. That thing had drained him of his energy, so he had been left defenseless when that man outside had come across him. Of course, he had also been unconscious at the time, so that only worked against him as well, because when he had woken up, he had been in this room for a while, and his scarf was used to bind his hands behind his back so he couldn't escape. Of course, his feet had also been bound together, but with a few zip-ties instead, so that meant he was officially unable to escape.
Just then, the door opened as Lobomon opened his eyes and looked back. The man who had taken him captive peered in, a sneer on his face. "Now, I'm goin' out for a while, and I expect you to be here when I get back." He said before he fired off a single shot at the Digimon, which earned him a slight wince, much to his delight. "And don't think I won't shoot if you try to escape!" With that, he shut the door and locked it again, leaving the Warrior of Light alone again. Lobomon waited for a bit, relying on his enhanced hearing to make sure the man was gone from the building before he attempted to get at the end of his scarf again. Once he was sure Sam was gone, the Digimon made his move.
He squirmed over onto his side, grunting as he tried to grab at the scarf's end. Lobomon wriggled his left hand as close as he could to the end of the scarf and tried to grasp it in his gloved fingers, but the end just slipped out of his grasp. "Damn it..." He swore as he tried again. However, he only got the same result once more. Gritting his teeth, Lobomon tried once more as he narrowed his red eyes in determination to escape. He tried again, this time trying with his right hand. But as before, the end of his scarf slipped out of his gloved fingers. He grunted, moving his arms about behind his back, trying to move his hands into a more favorable position to grasp at the ends of his scarf so he could untie it, or at least get the knot into a more easily graspable position. It seemed almost impossible, given what Yosemite Sam had done to keep the knot from being moved around so it could get grabbed, but in the end, Lobomon was able to make some headway in his attempt to escape. After some serious effort and squirming around, he was finally able to get the knot tying his scarf around his hands and arms within reach of his hands.
The Digimon smirked to himself as he finally grasped the ends of his scarf with his right hand, but when he ran a hand over the knot to try and figure out how to undo it, he felt his heart sink. The knot was tied too tightly to get undone without some serious effort. Lobomon frowned to himself as he tried to figure out what to do now. True, the Warrior of Light knew he could attempt to untie the knot, but it was just too tightly done to get anywhere without giving himself sore, if not bloody, fingers in the attempt. That left his beam sabers as a possible means of getting the knot off, or even just plain escaping in general. Of course, that meant he would have to do that when his captor was either out or asleep. As it was, with the way his hands had been tied behind his back, there was no way to easily reach his beam sabers on his waist, so that ruled the weapons out as a means of escape as well.
Looking back at the door, Lobomon frowned to himself again. He knew his captor would be returning soon, so that meant his time to escape was running out. He looked away from the door as he grunted, trying to get his hands within easy reach of his beam sabers, but it wasn't an easy task. In fact, it was more of a chore to do than getting the knot tying his scarf around his hands and arms within easy grasping distance! He grunted as he tried to move his hands within reach of his beam sabers. The Digimon gritted his teeth together as he moved his hands down closer and closer to his waist, where his weapons where located. If he could just get at one of them...
GrimmFall
Major Glory looked over the applicants to the 'Sidekick Challenge', not that they knew it was to find a possible successor. He could see the heiress to DexLabs, DeeDee, was one possible entrant as was her brother Dexter. Of course, from Denver, Colorado was a woman by the name of Tina Hendricks, close friend of the Dragon of Denver, Dracon himself. The major smiled at this. If she was associated with the Dragon of Denver, then there was a good chance she would turn out to be a possibly worthy successor to him. She was in for sure.
He marked her down as in while looking over other applicants. Safe to say, there was no shortage of possible participants, but only he would determine if they were worthy of his legacy or not. As Major Glory looked over these applicants, he remembered Lowemon's offer to help test the applicant that would inherit his powers. He smiled to himself at this. Yes, perhaps he would, no, not perhaps. He would take up the Digimon's offer on the test idea. 'After all, what better way than to test against someone they know nothing about?' Major Glory thought as he leaned back in his chair.
While this was going on, said Digimon was off training against Tiki Torch, having gotten some of his confidence back after his spar against Valhallen. The Class V Huntsman flew around using his fire-based Semblance, avoiding Lowemon's attacks with his staff. As it was, the Digimon was having a hard time in the fight, but that didn't discourage him from continuing. No, rather it kept him motivated to defeat the Huntsman instead.
Lowemon watched as Tiki Torch flew down and around him, only to throw his staff at the flying Huntsman. The spear-like weapon entered into Tiki Torch's flight path, throwing the hero for a loop before Lowemon lunged, tackling the Huntsman to the ground with a full-body tackle. The two went rolling on the ground before Tiki Torch ignited his Semblance and kicked at the Digimon, forcing Lowemon to back off so as to not get burned. He barely avoided such, panting as he landed on his feet. "Not bad..." He rasped as Tiki Torch laughed in return.
"Hey, that throw with your weapon was pretty good as well." He complimented as both got to their feet fully. They walked forwards and clasped hands in a sign of relenting, but also friendship. "I think we can call this one a draw." Tiki Torch added as he eyed the Digimon. "If you actually fought me, then I would have a harder time against you."
Lowemon perked up, surprised the Huntsman had picked up on how he was holding back. "How'd you know I wasn't at full strength?"
"It's easy." Tiki Torch replied. "If you're as strong as you say, then why are you not using that very power against me?"
Looking down, the Warrior of Darkness realized the hero had a point. Valhallen walked over and clasped Lowemon on the shoulder. "Hey, even if you weren't at full strength against me, it certainly didn't show." He added as the Digimon looked back at him. "You put up a real challenge even when you weren't at full strength."
Lowemon smiled behind his facemask. "I guess I shouldn't hold back then if I want to make sure I can hold my own against Grimm."
"You bet you shouldn't." Valhallen joked. The threesome laughed at that. Yes, it seemed he was fitting in just fine.
Kazemon looked around nervously, trying to avoid the purple Hulk look-alike, Krunk. Ever since she had entered this place, he had been searching her out because of her looks. She hated being seen as just a pretty face! She was a Legendary Warrior, damn it! She gasped and pulled back as Krunk stalked past her hiding place. "Where pretty wing lady go?"
Shuddering, Kazemon fell to her butt, drawing her knees close to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She really wished she had Agunimon there with her. At least he wouldn't be stalking her around, and would drive off her stalker if it ever came to that.
Just then, a hand on her shoulder made her jump, but she didn't yelp in surprise. No, she would not give her position away to Krunk, thank you very much! The Warrior of Wind looked back, only to see someone who looked clearly female. For a moment, Kazemon wondered who this was, until the woman spoke. "Are you one of the new arrivals?"
"Um...yes." Kazemon replied, wary of this person.
"No need to be so wary of me." The woman said with a smile. "My name is Miss Spell, and I am one of the Justice Friends."
"Miss...Spell?" The Digimon asked, confused. "And you're one of this team?"
Miss Spell nodded. "Yes, and I am so glad to have some female company for once."
"Why?" Kazemon asked as she cocked her head to the side.
Miss Spell giggled a bit. "Do you think it's easy being around all of these muscle-bound males?" She teased as Kazemon remembered her own teammates. She snickered a bit to herself.
"I'll give you that." The Warrior of Wind remarked. "Although my friends aren't really as macho as these guys."
Miss Spell cocked an eyebrow beneath her mask in amusement. "Oh?" She asked. "Is that so?"
Kazemon nodded. "Yeah. They're more interested in helping others than trying to impress people, to be honest."
"You sound like you have some real solid teammates there." Miss Spell remarked. "Don't let anything get between that."
"I won't." Kazemon said before she looked at Miss Spell in confusion. "But why do you say that?"
"Because many teams here have let little things come between them and then they break apart." The veteran Huntress replied. "I saw one team, Mystery Incorporated, break apart because of some things that were never known before. If they hadn't let that happen, then they would be one of the more famous teams out there."
Kazemon looked down, her face filled with worry now. Were her friends alright...?
Miss Spell noticed this and put a reassuring hand on the Digimon's shoulder. "Hey...Don't worry." She said as Kazemon looked back at her. "If your other friends are as strong as your friend you are with, then you will see them again."
A faint smile was on Kazemon's face at that, although it did little to reassure her of her friends' fates.
San Diego
Daffy and Bugs looked up as the alarms sounded at the Duck's Burrow, which was rare. Very few tried to rob the resort and casino because of the advanced security systems that were installed, but Bugs had a very good idea as to who would attempt it.
He frowned as he hefted his rifle into his hands. "We got company." He said as Daffy looked at him in worry.
"Who?" The casino owner asked as Bugs looked back at the duck Mobian.
"Who do you think?" He shot back as Daffy realized who could possibly rob his casino. The black duck Mobian growled to himself.
"Yosemite Stham." Daffy hissed as Bugs nodded. The newcomer looked at the two in confusion.
"Who?" He asked as Daffy looked back at him.
Bugs didn't answer, but the casino owner did. "A Hunsthman by the name of Yosemite Stham." Daffy replied. "Huntsth down Grimm, but alstho robsth banksth."
While the newcomer was confused still, to hear someone robbed banks and other places as well didn't sit well with him. "He's a serial robber then?" The newcomer asked as he made to get up, but Bugs shook his head.
"No. You stay here. We'll be right back." The resort owner said. "This does not concern you."
Their guest looked surprised. "Why?" He demanded. "I can handle myself!"
"Not in your current state!" Bugs shot back. "You can barely stand, let alone fight!" And he had a point too.
The newcomer groaned, but relented when he felt his body shaking with his effort to try and stay upright. Upon seeing their guest laying back down, Bugs smiled and nodded before he turned to his partner and spoke. "Okay, Daffy." He said. "Let's go round us up a cowboy."
The two Mobians ran down to the elevator, but not before making sure the door to the room was locked. Once that was done, Bugs led Daffy to the elevator. "Are you sure he will be alright?" Daffy asked as Bugs nodded.
"He'll be fine. Besides, I don't think he's going anywhere, even by flight." The rabbit Mobian replied with a grin. Daffy smirked back. Leave it to Bugs to lock all possible methods of escape.
The duo entered the elevator before Bugs hit the main floor button and the elevator descended quickly. Once on the main floor, the doors opened and the two business partners ran out and to the casino, the Lucky Pond. Already the doors to it were shut and the metal doors had come down as well, indicating it was on lockdown. Daffy pulled out a key and unlocked one of the metal doors before he lifted it upwards. He opened the entrance doors, and sure enough, there was Yosemite Sam inside, firing off his guns at scared patrons of the casino. Daffy scowled at this. While he was greedy yes, he wasn't about to risk his money over lives if it could be helped. "Alright!" He exclaimed as he stormed over, his dark grey Aura flaring into view. "What'sth the big idea?!"
Yosemite Sam looked over with a scowl of his own upon hearing Daffy's voice. "Well, well. If it ain't the varmints that run this place." He sneered as he laid eyes upon Daffy and Bugs. "I think you know what I want."
"Yeah, but you ain't getting it." Bugs replied as he aimed his rifle at the Class III Huntsman. "Now, I'm giving you 'til three to leave this place before I fire."
Yosemite Sam just guffawed at the threat. "Really? I think not, varmint!" He crowed before firing off his guns, his Semblance, Gung-ho Gunslinger, active. His Semblance allowed him to fire off shot after shot without losing his aim, but Bugs wasn't worried. His own Semblance kicked in, making it look like he was moving to prevent Sam from hitting him when in reality the Huntsman's shots were way off thanks to Trickery messing with the rogue's sense of eyesight.
"Stop movin', ya varmint!" Yosemite Sam exclaimed as Bugs just smirked to himself. "Let me hit you!"
"I'd like to see you try." Bugs purred while still standing in one place.
While this was going on, Daffy was getting guests out before making his way to the vault, which was securely locked down and unable to be opened without the correct code to do so. Once the last guest was out, the duck Mobian made his way there, only to see the vault was still locked securely. He smiled before it faded and he walked over, pressing a thumb to a scanner that then activated the laser defenses and put down the metal bars to further reinforce the security. Daffy turned away, leaving the vault area and shutting the heavy steel door, which spun its central wheel until it was locked tight as well.
Yosemite Sam stopped firing long enough to reload, only to see Daffy standing against the wall where the vault door was visible. He scowled at seeing the casino owner smirking back at him, his arms over his expensive suit's chest with pride and a smug look in his eyes. "Why you varmint! Open that vault at once!" Yosemite Sam bellowed as he aimed at Daffy.
"Ah, ah, ah~!" Daffy sang as he waved a finger in a scolding manner, only to point behind Sam. The Hunstman turned, only to see he was staring down the barrel of Bugs' rifle.
Bugs smirked. "Now, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" He asked in a smug tone. Yosemite Sam growled before he fired at Bugs, and caught the resort owner off guard. Bugs had to duck to avoid getting his head shot off. It was only moments later when his Semblance flared to life once more, protecting him from further attempts on his life like that.
The resort owner aimed his rifle before firing it at Yosemite Sam, the explosive Dust rounds speeding towards the rogue Huntsman. Yosemite Sam snarled as he put up his dark brown Aura, which shielded him from the worst of the hits and explosions. Bugs growled as he saw that and switched over to the electric Dust rounds instead. If Sam was going to play dirty like that, then so could he!
Gold Digger Hotel
While Sam was busy at the Duck's Burrow with Bugs and Daffy, Lobomon was struggling to reach his beam sabers so he could escape being the rogue Huntsman's hostage if it ever came to that. As it was, he was unable to get his hands within grabbing distance of his weapons, but that didn't mean he was just going to give up.
Finally, after about an hour of trying, he stopped, panting as he felt his arms aching from the effort he had made. Looking back over his shoulder, the Digimon could see his weapons were within his ability to grasp, but not without some serious effort to move in a way that would wind up with him hurting himself. His red eyes narrowed a bit as he pondered how he could possibly get at his beam sabers while tied up like this. Looking away, the Warrior of Light growled to himself. It seemed there was no way to escape, no matter how hard he tried.
As he squirmed around a bit, one of his hands brushed against the cold wood floor, and a wooden plank that stuck up slightly. Lobomon grunted as he felt the board nick the back of his left hand before an idea came to his mind. Looking back behind him, the Digimon could see the board was indeed sticking up slightly, with a wedge that looked like it could hold a hilt of some kind... BING! On went the mental lightbulb~! A smirk made its way across his lips as the Warrior of Light managed to inch backwards just enough so that way he could wedge in the hilt of one of his beam sabers. Some slight moving around gave him the leverage he needed to slip the hilt into the small gap, and once he was sure it was secured, he pulled away, the hilt coming out of the holder easily. Hearing the slight click of his weapon slipping out of its holder on the back of his waist made Lobomon grin even more.
Once it was out, he moved back towards the hilt and grasped it in his left hand. Flipping the hilt of his beam saber around, the Digimon ignited the glowing white blade and sliced off the knot that tied his scarf together around his hands and lower arms. As soon as the knot was gone, Lobomon felt the tightness of his scarf loosen, which was what he wanted. Shutting off his beam saber, the Warrior of Light began to move his hands and arms behind his back again, slowly working them out of his scarf as well as loosening it so he could get his hands free. Finally, after what felt like hours, his scarf slipped free from around his hands and lower arms, falling limply to the ground. Freed at last, the Digimon sat up and reached over, breaking the zip-ties around his feet with ease.
Lobomon stood up, relishing the freedom he had at long last. He slipped his beam saber back into its hilt before he grabbed his scarf and retied it around his neck, letting the ends hang down like he normally did when wearing it. Now that he was free, he could get out of this place. Looking around, the Digimon could see the room was still locked, and what openings remained were all either boarded up or just plain locked. He walked to one of the windows, trying to peer through the gaps in the wood, but there was no gap to see through, much to his frustration. Taking a step back, Lobomon pondered on how to get out of the room before that crazy man came back.
Denver, Colorado
To say he was glad to be out of the hospital was an understatement to Agunimon. He was relieved to be out of there. After a few days, it had gotten boring and had made him a bit squirmy, so Dracon, the mech whom had found him, had decided to let the Warrior of Flame come back with him to his place of residence for the time being.
While the Legendary Warrior was glad for the offer, he also didn't want to be imposing. But Dracon had not taken 'no' for an answer, instead just grabbing the Digimon and throwing him over his shoulder in response before the Warrior of Flame could leave. So now, Agunimon was walking beside Dracon after said mech had placed him down after securing a promise he wouldn't try to leave again. "I still can't believe you tried to leave before you fully recovered." Dracon said as he eyed the Digimon walking beside him.
"I don't want to be imposing on you." Agunimon said, but Dracon just waved off the protest.
"Don't worry about it." Dracon insisted. "It's not imposing if we're offering."
Agunimon sighed at that. He supposed the mech did have a good point, but it still didn't do much to ease the feeling.
Dracon then nudged the Digimon, making him look back at the mech. "We're here."
Looking back, the Warrior of Flame was surprised to see a modest ranch-style house, not one of the larger residences that Dracon had pointed out belonged to some more well-known Hunters in the city. "This is your place?" He asked, looking back at the mech as Dracon nodded.
"Yep. It's not much, but then again, I've never been one for larger places and standing out in a crowd." Dracon replied as he walked up to the front door. "I've always gone with the idea that it's never a good idea to reveal all of one's tricks to others. Keeping some secrets is best in this business, lest others know of them and how to counter each. There are some rogue Huntsmen and Huntresses out there as well as some crazies that are considered terrorists too, not just Grimm and Fallen. After all, if a Fallen knows every trick a person knows, then that person would lose easily, possibly getting captured to get turned or worse."
Agunimon had to admit, that was a valid reason to keep some secrets. It made him wonder if he could do something similar as he looked down in thought. Dracon noticed his thoughtful look and nudged him. "Something on your mind?"
"Huh?" The Digimon looked back up, a confused look on his face before he realized Dracon had asked him something. The Digimon shook his head and sighed. "Sorry about that. I guess I was just lost in my own thoughts I didn't hear you."
"It's okay." Dracon said as he opened the front door. "But I asked is something on your mind."
Agunimon nodded. "Yeah. I mean, you know next to nothing about me."
Dracon nodded, wondering where he was going with this line of thought. "Yeah, so?"
"So...if I get trained by you, wouldn't you learn all of my skills and abilities?" Agunimon continued.
Dracon paused, realizing the Warrior of Flame had a point. He sighed. "Look, you don't have to use everything you know against me if you don't want to." He said as he began to enter the house. The two went inside as Dracon continued to speak. "I'm not saying to broadcast all of your skills. You can keep a few secret if you wish to."
That seemed to reassure Agunimon, who felt a bit more relaxed with the idea of training now.
"Good." He said as Dracon set his cloak on a coat rack. Dracon walked over to the couch and sat down while Agunimon did the same. "I don't feel comfortable with doing something like that if I can help it."
Dracon nodded. "That's a good way to start things." He said with praise, making the Digimon blush slightly in embarrassment. Dracon mentally smiled. Things seemed to be looking up for sure.
San Diego
Lobomon looked around the room, trying to find a way out. Much to his surprise, only one window had any sort of possibility to allow him to escape, and that was because the boards on it were loose enough to be pried off with ease. He walked over and removed the boards, as they had been placed on via the inside of the room. A few tugs was all it took to remove them. Now with an open escape route, the Digimon didn't take any chances. He ran towards the window, only to jump for it.
Outside, all that could be heard was the sound of breaking glass as rain fell down to the ground. The Warrior of Light landed on the ground, rolling a couple of times before coming to a stop. It wasn't an easy escape, but he had done it. Getting to his feet, the Digimon stumbled a bit before he proceeded to run from the old run-down hotel. No one was aware of the escape that had taken place, save for a few homeless bums who just ignored it as though it had been drug-induced.
Running throughout the city, Lobomon knew he had to find some place to hide or at least recover somewhat before he resumed his search for his friends. He could feel the rain soaking through his white body suit and down to his skin, which made him shiver. He came to a stop near what looked to be a luxurious resort, high-class no doubt, panting as he doubled over slightly to catch his breath. But before he could go any further, the Digimon heard what sounded like a low growl. Turning slightly, Lobomon was surprised to see a large wolf-like thing before him, with black fur and white bone-like plating on it. It had red eyes and snarled at him as it stalked closer. Panic set in for the Warrior of Light, and he turned to run, making his way onto the luxury resort's grounds. He panted as he ran and ran, only to reach the entrance. But a loud explosion echoed from the front doors, blowing them open and smacking him in the head. The Digimon collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious as Yosemite Sam ran from Daffy and Bugs, swearing up a storm at his failure to get the money from the Lucky Pond Casino.
Bugs watched as the Class III Huntsman fled the resort grounds, but Daffy was not paying attention to that. No, his eyes were on the unconscious figure on the ground. "Um...Bugsy…"
"What?" Bugs asked as he looked back, only to stare in shock at what his business partner/rival was staring at. He walked over as Daffy poked the unconscious form before them. "Another one?!"
"It looksth like it." Daffy said as Bugs slapped his hand to his face. So much for a relaxing day to explain things to their first guest...
Name: Yosemite Sam
Semblance: Gung-ho Gunslinger
Description: Can shoot with impeccable aim, never missing a shot, even when shooting with wild abandon
Aura: Dark brown
Weapon: Two pistols that shoot explosive Dust rounds
Bugs and Daffy find Lobomon, who has just escaped from being Yosemite Sam's captive while Lowemon and Kazemon settle in around the Justice Friends as Agunimon begins to settle in with Dracon. What about Omnimon and Shannon? How will they react when reaching GrimmFall? And what of the last Legendary Warrior? Where is he? Read on to find out~! :3