Bearmon does not look pleased by the notion of dangerous. In fact, his frown deepens into a more pronounced scowl. The yellow ball, meanwhile, makes a muffled protest. However, it is impossible to determine what it is saying. Yang holds up her free hand, showing off the yellow gauntlet on her arm, "Just this. The rounds don't work, but it's still heavy enough that it would probably knock a few teeth out with the right punch."

She beams and adjusts the ball on her hip, looking down at Chuumon, "This is Armadillomon, though I call him Porridge. I think he'd like to go to the forest floor just to get down from these heights...apparently he doesn't like them much."

The ball makes a muffled sound that can be interpreted as one of agreement as he quivers again.