"None of you have any sense of dramatic timing, do you." I lamented. "Although all of you seem to be perfectly capable of ruining dramatic moments with startling ease."

"Cowardly Humans." Musyamon declared. "When I am finished with this battle, I will cut you all to shreds."

"Who are you calling cowardly?" Rika glared.

Oh goody.

"You, puny Human."

This is quickly going to descend into a clusterfuck, I just know it.

I threw my hands in the air, letting my blade vanish back into Darkness. "Oh, whatever. Since this dramatic confrontation clearly isn't going to happen, you can all have a go at him."

"We will fight later, after I have killed these seven." Musyamon stated.

"Seven?" Henry asked. "But there's only six-" His eyes fell on the girl he'd followed in. "You wouldn't-"

"I will." Musyamon cut in. "I would have already done it, had I not been engaged."

Henry stared at him.

"There are some battles that are worth fighting." I commented. "Personally, I consider any battle that can save the lives of the innocent to be one of them."

"An honourable philosophy. Foolish, but honourable."

"This coming from the Digimon that intends to harm innocent children that have done nothing to him?" There's a certain irony in that.

"Terriermon..."

"Going to let me fight, Henry?" The rabbit perked up.

"'Let' you fight? Are the Digimon here truly so pitiful as to take orders from a Human?"

"This coming from a Digimon that intends to harm innocent children that have done nothing to him." I repeated. "You are hardly one to talk about what's pitiful and what's not, Musyamon."

"Some battles are worth fighting..." Henry muttered.

Terriermon dropped to ground in front of him. "Henry?"

"Yeah..." Henry looked up. He seemed conflicted, briefly looking in my direction, before his eyes turned to Terriermon.

Something passed between the two.

Finally, his gaze drifted back towards Musyamon.

There was steel in his eyes, I noted, and resolution in his Heart.

Determination, too. Determination that I had seen the likes of before.

My gaze shifted to Musyamon.

You poor bastard.

"If you wish to be the first to die, I will grant that request." Musyamon held his sword up, pointing it at Henry and Terriermon.

"You don't even understand what it is that you're about to face..." I shook my head. "Henry, I'll leave him to you. The rest of you," I said, addressing Takato, Guilmon, Rika and Renamon. "Stay out of it."

"Like lambs to a slaughter. Ninja Sword." His blade was wrapped with ethereal blue flames, Musyamon giving a sinister grin.

"Terriermon?" Henry asked.

"Right." Terriermon nodded.

Henry's Digivice gave a shrill whistle.

I looked up, spotting Calumon looking down at us from on top of a railing. He noticed me looking at him, and waved at me.

I waved at him, turning my attention back to Henry just in time to catch Gargomon point his guns at Musyamon.

"So you Digivolved. It will not save you!" Musyamon rushed forwards, his sword prepared to cut Gargomon into pieces.

Who knows, maybe if Musyamon had been stronger, it might have actually worked.

But he wasn't.

And it didn't.

Gargomon easily blocked the sword, the metal on his arms proving strong enough the resist it without a problem, completely ignoring the flames. "Bunny Pummel." He declared, moving far faster than his size and shape would suggest that he be capable of, bringing his other arm up towards Musyamon's chin.

It hit, launching Musyamon into the air with a distinctive crack.

Gargomon continued, leaping after Musyamon with more grace than the oversized bunny really should have possessed, his arms rising to point at Musyamon's face.

"Gargo Pellets!" Gargomon shouted, opening firing upon Musyamon.

The little green lasers tore through Musyamon with horrifying ease, ripping through his body and leaving dozens of tiny holes in him.

They lasted less than a second before Musyamon's body collapsed into data, Gargomon promptly beginning to absorb it.

And so ends the life of Musyamon, who only wanted to murder a lot of people.

It astounds me just how high a weirdness censor that these people have.

What's that? A big red dinosaur, 6-foot-tall oddly shaped bunny, accompanied by three kids and something wearing a massive fucking cloak?

Sure, whatevs. We'll all just completely and totally ignore it.

I just... I don't even.

Well, except for that one guy wearing stereotypical Men in Black clothing, who hadn't looked away from us ever since spotting us. He flicked a lighter in his hand repeatedly, seemingly unconsciously.

Rika split off from the rest of us the second she was presented with the opportunity, Renamon following behind her like the silent and invisible guardian that she was.

Yamaki, however, continued following us, not even sparing a glance in Rika's direction.

Which was good, because, if he had any idea about Renamon, he'd probably try something stupid.

I refrained from looking in his direction, preventing him from realising that I knew he was there.

"I take it that you four can handle yourself for the rest of the day?"

"Yeah, sure." Takato nodded. Henry nodded too. Gargomon... sort of nodded, but it was hard to tell since he didn't have a neck.

Guilmon only smiled.

"Well, good. I have to go deal with a few things. Take care of yourselves."

I vanished.

I watched over Yamaki as he stared at the group.

He wasn't doing much of interest, actually. Just standing there, like a statue.

Finally he turned around- and just about jumped out of his skin when he found me standing right behind him.

He quickly stepped backwards, his hand reaching into his suit and drawing a gun, which he pointed at me.

"Mitsuo Yamaki." I greeted. "We need-"

I was interrupted -quite rudely if I do say so myself- by the sound of a gunshot, and a small piece of metal burying itself into my chest.

Which was shortly followed by five more, Yamaki unloading them into my body, each bullet burying itself into me.

I held my hand up to my chest, before holding it out in front of me.

I stared at it for a moment, before turning my hand over, all six bullets dropping from my grasp, and hitting the ground with light tinkling sounds.

"You done?"

He pulled the trigger again, and a seventh bullet lodged itself in my head.

I reached into my hood, pulling the bullet out and holding it between my fingers.

I flicked it off to the side, not looking at where it went.

Yamaki stared at me.

I stared back at him.

"Mitsuo Yamaki." I repeated. "We need to talk."