Resistor Jungle, for anyone who cared, was a maze of vines and annoyance.
Koh hated the damn place almost as much as he hated Loop Swamp. That was a universal target of dislike apparently so hey, it was something.
For starters, the entire place was muggy and hot. It was like a sauna that didn't know how to end. The second problem was that every Digimon who lived in it was pissed. Everyone swore up and down and sideways that it was something in the water. Something that made everything all levels of mad.
And yet, here he was, following the path. Here he was in his hellhole. He kept walking, Coronamon sniffing and sneering at passing fools who dared to lunge for him. They were dead in seconds. He didn't know what they expected. He smiled as he walked. He could smell them, his old team. Machine parts and poison flowers.
It was like coming home, except with more violence.
The first attacker, a rookie he had never met, got a hit, wrapping around his throat with the intent to choke. He flipped him over, regretting it when the foot lodged in his back. He swore, and Coronamon and Kudamon lunged for the throat. He barely remembered to tell them to stop.
Not that it mattered. The clearing exploded with fighting and blood and a strange, metallic ringing in his ears.
Even so, the kid was wet behind the ears. He wasn't much to worry about. Within a few minutes, he was down, pinned by Koh's extra weight. The boy groaned.
"Defeat Light Fang..." he grumbled. "Kill…, kill the traitors… kill the cured..."
Koh turned and looked down. A smirk played at his mouth. "You're a crap Night Claw, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically. "I've never known one to be upfront about their problems. But that makes it easier, doesn't it?"
He moved to get up, to start asking questions, when a painful electric shock ran up his back. He hitd the ground and someone kicked him over onto his back.
He knew that beanie.
"Hi Newton," Koh said.
His answer was a kick in the mouth and another electric shock.