The bird Digimon cawed loudly in triumph, the sound echoing across the grassy, metal-strewn field. He flicked his tail-feathers up as the last Solarmon scrambled to drag his defeated comrades away from the site. "You can dish it out, but you can't take it, huh? Say, how does that taste?"

Raising to his feet and floating next to Aquilamon, Forte stared down at them from behind the rim of his cloak which had now acquired some more dirt to its edges. As had his face. And knees. If he was a human, he'd had been bleeding.

"Hmph. Pathetic." His eyes drilled coldly into the Kokuwamon. "Get rid of them."

"Forte?" Aquilamon hesitated at the order, loyalty warring with inexperience. It was one thing to beat up and drive off a bunch of sorry idiot thugs who plagued the Digital World like this. And it was really another thing to revert them back to Digi-eggs.

"... I have no interest in leaving them alive." It was best to tie up loose ends before there was a chance of them coming after you and making a nuisance of themselves.

Aquilamon's gaze hardened. Orders were orders. He readied a Grand Horn to launch at the Kokuwamon.