As the petrichor scent of his own blood wafted into his nose, the memories continued. A small boy in a soft jacket came sliding into the earthen mound, having stepped against the brushy edge of a small vent hole. The warm, clumpy soil stuck to him in patches, as he sniffled from how startled he had been. The young Jordan became distracted from his own crying, however, by a smooth object before him. Curiosity took hold, and he slowly placed his hands on the object, lifting it. There was a dull shimmer in the air as the egg hatched.
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	The ocean began to swell in the distorted chaos caused by Moon-Millenniummon, causing the tide to rush over the battered form of Rodendramon. The salty smell caused another memory to rush to their collective mind, one of vials, tanks, and banks of Datamon. Curdling anger covered his face, as the forced somnolence began to crack and falter.
	"[color=a0410d]No...[/color]" an almost silent growl rumbled under the din.
	[sup][h3][color=a0410d]"No! Not this time. Not again!"[/color][/h3][/sup]
	With an uproarious inhale, the beast began to stir. Gouts of flame began to billow from his open jaw, his eye snapping open with a deep fury, a blue flame writhing about his form. The crystalline shard in his jaw crumbled, earthy colored wings spreading as he rose again. A roar of fury was ushered forth from his restored maw, as a glare as heated as the Earth's steely heart was thrown at the abominable spirit. The earth rose to greet his feet, causing sand to yield to spreading stone. He knew that none could withstand the twisted horror's might for long, but perhaps, if its attentions were divided, some weakness could be exploited. His arm stretched out, metallized claws grasping, as a cloud of ash gathered to form a hilt in his hand, sand blackening and breaking apart, creating a bastard sword of dark iron and obsidian. The blade was leveled, and pointed at the glowing red crystal.
	[sup][h3][color=a0410d]"Get. Back. Here. You. Are. MINE!"[/color][/h3][/sup]
	With a furious growl, he slammed his foot into the ground, the plates of his armor shifting and glowing with power.
	[h3][color=red]PYRO RAID![/color][/h3]
	At his behest, pyroclastic jets rocketed forth, soaring towards the monstrosity in the sky. The sheer heat caused the ocean to recoil, as if a shock wave were erupting from the shore, raking it back in a spheroid shape. The blasts of flame gained mass as they traveled, throwing off blazing heat, roaring as they flew. However, with the great distance between them, and a significant amount of wind resistance, the attack began to arc downwards, and head towards the ground. About ten meters out from their target, near the ground now though they were, the missiles burst over the waste, transforming into verminous shapes, clawing and gnashing their teeth. Realizing his miscalculation, the burning fury within the Digimon subsided, at least enough to allow him to think properly.
	With the pack of pyrotechnic rats to serve as a distraction, Rodendramon then began slinking along the destruction at a rather rapid pace, deflecting any falling debris with his blade, and smashing any obstructing metal debris. The falling stone and crunched pavement seemed to not dare impede his movement, and crumbled before him in the wind. The Mega was seeking his nearest ally, hoping to remove them from their stupor, as was evident had happened to all of them, with the massive form of Examon standing eerily still. Being the most obvious destination, the Beast of Earth began to make his way towards the mighty Dragon King, in hopes of waking him, and possibly finding some more allies along the way. His wings beat nervously, not wanting to be caught, but knowing that flying, while it would make his trip shorter, would inevitably make him an easy target without support.