Training
A loud crack echoed through the coliseum, scattering birds who had settled down to roost on the rocky pillars. The Digimon Kaiser's whip lashed out again, generating another echoing snap, as the tip struck at the bewildered Palmon's back. The plant Digimon flinched before she stumbled forward, the Evil Ring driving her onward towards her next opponent - a bruised and beaten Gizamon.
"Move - move!" the Digimon Kaiser barked furiously as he stood behind Palmon. "For goodness sake, do you even know how!?" He continued to snap his whip, biting at the plant Digimon's root-heels as she stumbled forward.
Palmon jerked her hands upwards, extending her tendril-like fingers towards the Gazimon as she attacked her target. Despite his injuries, the Gazimon was quick to scramble out of the way.
The Digimon Kaiser grunted as he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Honestly..."
"Not everyone has battle-ready reflexes, K-chan," FlaWizarmon said as he sat on the platform above the arena, his legs dangling over the side. "Especially not when you're the partner of a pampered, spoiled little princess."
"She's a Digimon!" the Digimon Kaiser snapped, as he did the same with his whip, the tip once again biting at the plant Digimon's backside. "She's got to have some instinct for battle, doesn't she!?"
"Nope," FlaWizarmon said, with a shrug. "If that were true, the entire Digital World'd be crawling with Perfects, or even Ultimates. As it is, some Digimon have the drive and evolve to their limits... others don't, and remain in their Child forms all their lives. It looks like Chosen Digimon have the same issue, though they at least have the benefit of tappin' in to their Chosen to make up the difference. I'm thinkin' that if Palmon didn't have Purity Darlin', she'd just remain a Child forever."
The Digimon Kaiser's cheek twitched, his jaw tensing. "...That's inexcusable. She'll get herself killed, and her along with her."
"Well, that's why you gotta keep trying, right~?" FlaWizarmon asked, cheerfully. "Don't let anyone say you did her no favors! She's a lot faster than she used to be, though she still waddles like she ate a few too many cupcakes. You might make a respectable fighter out of her yet!"
"I'm a genius, not a miracle worker," the Digimon Kaiser grunted as he pulled his whip tightly between his hands. He paused at his own words, then grimaced and looked away. "...I'll do what I can."
"That's all anyone can ask of ya," FlaWizarmon said, with a small nod. "Don't worry your head over it, it'll be fine, K-chan."
The Digimon Kaiser grunted, then glanced over to see Palmon staring at him with blank eyes. His cheek twitched before he straightened up. "Did I tell you to stop!?"
Palmon blinked, then squeaked as the whip whizzed forward, snapping at her face. She quickly turned and trotted after the Gizamon again, who had been resting off to the side, nursing his wounds.
FlaWizarmon watched the Digimon Kaiser seethe after the plant Digimon, then leaned backwards, propping himself up with his arms. "...It'll be just fine, K-chan."