IC - Sasha Coleman/Draco - Mechan City: "Then find some other way to make yourself useful," Sasha snapped. "If you prefer wasting your potential to actually using it, then you might as well hand yourself over to these guys right now."
The girl shook her head. Ahead, Draco dodged another volley of bullets from his adversaries, continuing to giggle maniacally. With dizzying speed, he jumped and pushed off against a nearby building using his Tail Smash attack, using the Tankmons' own Hyper Cannon attacks to cause a small cascade of debris to fall on them. As she watched, Sasha became aware of more gunfire, noting that the Tankmon appeared to have noticed it as well, given that some were turning to launch attacks down another road.
Sasha had to commend whoever this new attacker was. Using the Tankmon's distraction to their advantage was a smart move--the same one that she had used a little while ago, in fact. By now, it seemed that the horde was beginning to try and retreat. At the very least, anyway, they seemed to be getting desperate.
IC - Dallas Leaven/F.B./Minotarumon - Tombs: Dallas packed up his laptop, moving into the room that Gotsumon had previously occupied and picking up the Digimon's fallen torch. "Well, that was simple," he said, grinning at FanBeemon. "And now we know that a variation of a forced Digivolution is possible. I imagine the real thing won't be that difficult to decode, either."
"I guess," FanBeemon said. "Dallas, may I ask you something?"
"Sure," the Dark Digidestined answered. "I don't mind a good Q and A."
Heart beating, rapid paced, a drum that pounded against his ears harder and harder with each stone he passed. The bull-like Digimon snorted angrily, vision blurring as he ran down twisting halls, horns and hooves and claws slashing and tearing at the walls as Minotarumon ran without guidance, the bloodlust filling his mind and senses...
"Since I met you, you've seemed more interested in... science stuff, I guess, than in fighting the Corruption," FanBeemon said uncertainly. "I'm just wondering... why would you serve something like that?"
Dallas paused, rubbing his chin. Cocking his head slightly, he looked at his partner, smiling pleasantly. "Well, that's a funny question," he said. "I'm not sure I have an answer that will satisfy you, F.B. But if you insist..." He thought for a moment, shrugging. "Well, I'm not serving the 'corruption' at all. I'm serving myself and the rest of humanity, of course."
FanBeemon landed on a nearby rock, staring confusedly at Dallas. "Huh?"
Voices reverberating against the walls, echoes in the shadow that only served to drive the Nightmare Soldier mad, madder, madder, feeding into his rage. The Digimon growled, snorting as he turned another corner and saw a distant light. The ruckus of his approach fell unheeded on his own ears as he neared the voices, his rage intensifying until he was mad, madder, madder...
"Like I've said before, this is all a virtual construct," Dallas said simply. "The only way for me to effectively learn how processes work in this world is by doing what I do best: Experimentation. And more likely than not, that is going to involve acts that others would find... unethical. But with as much information as this place can offer, with as many advancements as we could possibly develop from our knowledge here, I believe the behavior is worth it. After all, it's not like I'm actually hurting anyone, right? The easiest way for me to get access to the materials I need is through the 'Virus Empire.'" Dallas smiled at FanBeemon. "So don't think of it as servitude in the name of evil. Think of it as science. It's simple."
FanBeemon was silent for a moment. "If you say so." With a sigh, he followed Dallas down another hallway, moving toward another of the side entrances to the tomb...
The voice was gruff, angry, dangerous. It erupted from the shadows like the boom of a cannon, the creature's mechanical arm whirring angrily as he slammed it into the ground, the shock waves proving powerful enough to shake the entire cavern, dust and gravel exploding upward in a cloud.
Minotarumon had arrived. And it was not a happy camper.