Well, they aren't dead and Forte liked his opponents completely obliterated more than he liked them simply defeated. Less risk of future hassle that way.
"Oh." Aquilamon tipped his head to the side at the theatrical bowing and introductions, feathers slowly flattening again. Well, they were Chosen and they didn't seem to have anything to do with the Digimon thugs... Why was the woman saying she was mentally disturbed though?
"Uh, I guess it's nice to met you then, Chosens and Digimons Judy and Punch. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"
He clucked his large beak unhappily at the reminder that his partner and Forte were still were not a very good team, but stayed silent.
Forte regarded the human with the level of disdain usually reserved for flies or germs. Nothing fervent, just 'why are you even talking to me worm.' The robot, however, gets a response, his boot momentarily easing up on the Soloarmon's cracked face. "I suppose. There's no harm in seeing if they are capable of being damaged by non-Digimon." They are.
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"Oh." Aquilamon tipped his head to the side at the theatrical bowing and introductions, feathers slowly flattening again. Well, they were Chosen and they didn't seem to have anything to do with the Digimon thugs... Why was the woman saying she was mentally disturbed though?
"Uh, I guess it's nice to met you then, Chosens and Digimons Judy and Punch. What brings you to this neck of the woods?"
He clucked his large beak unhappily at the reminder that his partner and Forte were still were not a very good team, but stayed silent.
Forte regarded the human with the level of disdain usually reserved for flies or germs. Nothing fervent, just 'why are you even talking to me worm.' The robot, however, gets a response, his boot momentarily easing up on the Soloarmon's cracked face. "I suppose. There's no harm in seeing if they are capable of being damaged by non-Digimon." They are.