[Shepard can't breathe. There's a long moment where the wind's been knocked out of her and her chest is on fire, and then even that isn't the focus of attention because damn, that is a whole lot of light.]
[Somebody is talking, or maybe a number of somebodies, but it takes Shepard a second to really put together what's happening, and by then, Strikedramon is stepping forward to stand at BlackGatomon's side, growling low in his throat.]
You bastards picked the wrong digimon to fuck with! Hang in there, Commander, Strikedramon's got your back!
[Behind him, Shepard is gasping as she tries to get to her feet. Ribs are definitely broken. Shit.]
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[Somebody is talking, or maybe a number of somebodies, but it takes Shepard a second to really put together what's happening, and by then, Strikedramon is stepping forward to stand at BlackGatomon's side, growling low in his throat.]
You bastards picked the wrong digimon to fuck with! Hang in there, Commander, Strikedramon's got your back!
[Behind him, Shepard is gasping as she tries to get to her feet. Ribs are definitely broken. Shit.]