Yang sits up and looks over at Porridge, "This is going well, huh?" Her digimon just stares at her, a look of horror on his face. Yang sniffs and frowns as her eyes move down to confirm what her nose picks up. Among the golden hair falling over her shoulder is a smudge of bright pink goo. Yang's fist clench, "Oh. No they did NOT!"

"Yang! No what are you doing!" Porridge cries out but it's too late. Yang yells in rage and throws herself from out of the tree's cover. She slams her fist into the nearest Numemon, even as it is arming itself with more poo. The poo splats on the ground, but Yang's fist does not seem to have as much effect on the gelatinous creature as she would like.

"Huh?" She blinks in confusion.

The Numemon lolls his tongue out and licks at Yang's fist, "Hmm. Tasty."

"GROSS! GET OFF!" Yang punches again, attempting to throw the creature off.

Meanwhile, Honey seems to be feeding off of Yang's rage. Honey's growl is practically a roar and he swipes his paws, stopping an ax in mid-stroke. He throws the ax aside and slams his claws into the Numemon. Honey looks up, however, when he hears Yang's cry. "Yang!"

Several Numemon slip up to get between Yang and Honey. Porridge curls up into a ball and rushes at the group, ready to help his miniature team, "Rolling Stone!" He bowls over the slippery Champion digimon. "Honey! Help Yang!"

Honey nods, pushing his hat forward as he moves to save Yang. Sorry Chedderhead and Ruffnut, you're on your own for now.