[The series of attacks (both organic and digital) chip slowly at the hole. Each bit that falls off turns to dust that blows off into the wind. The Myotismon merely cackles, not worried in the slightest. Self preservation does not exist in its mind.
It acts as if it glitches once more, though this time it doesn't stay in place. One minute it's in the air, the next it's standing directly in front of Jinx, baring a toothy grin. It reaches out quickly to try and wrap a pixelated hand around her neck, ignoring the others for now.]
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It acts as if it glitches once more, though this time it doesn't stay in place. One minute it's in the air, the next it's standing directly in front of Jinx, baring a toothy grin. It reaches out quickly to try and wrap a pixelated hand around her neck, ignoring the others for now.]