Even with the intense light from his wings fighting back against the thick fog, Parasimon moved carefully as he spread out from where he and Dynasmon had left Examon. The two had separated to cover more ground; Dynasmon heading towards the bay whilst Parasimon circled around. He only hoped that the other Knight was having more luck on his end of the search for the others. After his early luck with Examon, it seemed that the rest of the Digimon were less concentrated by area. Of course, with the state that Moon=Millenniummon’s assault had left each of them in, it was entirely possible that he’d fly over an unconscious individual, completely unaware. 

That said, it was entirely impossible to ignore the sudden commotion that exploded into life a few hundred meters away from him. 

Making a sudden turn upon the axis of his flight to look in the direction of the roar that cut over the winds, Parasimon found his sight immediately assaulted by an infernal explosion of heat and light that blasted straight through a massive patch of the fog. Even at this range, the power of the blast might have blinded a human or weaker Digimon, or boiled their eyes straight from their sockets: but Parasimon’s tolerance to such things had grown a ridiculous amount in the past few days, and so he merely flinched and covered his eyes by reflex. Lowering his arms a moment later, he took advantage of the sudden clearing of the air to instead concentrate his vision and gaze through the flaming heat to look upon the source of the explosion. 

The [i]thing[/i] that had joined them in their assault on Millenniummon. 

Questions ran wild through Parasimon’s head. He hadn’t the time to appraise the creature earlier, caught up in the heat of the moment as they were, but from what he could glean at a glance, the Digimon was quite unusual. A dragon a fraction of the size of Examon, yet radiatiating the aura of a far different kind of beast: and a powerful life force that seemed on par with both his and Parasimon’s own. And then there was the peculiar sense of familiarity about it. 

Parasimon slowly moved in towards the creature, weighing up his course of action. A moment later, he came to hover over the molten concrete and asphalt produced by its awakening: and, cautiously landing a short distance from it, decided. 

“Alright, who the [i]fuck[/i] are you and how did you get here?”

For a moment, the metallic dragon flew without even a growl coming out of a slightly ajar steel maw and it looked as if Parasimon’s understandably terse inquiry would be met with silence until...

“I have no [i]fucking[/i] clue how we got here, but we presumably flew here, in case your eyes can’t see the big, totally not-invisible wings.” The voice was deep, guttural and rough on the edges, but the feminine undertone and audibly barbaric vocabulary were unmistakably Dorumon’s.

Parasimon paused, the lights of his eyes narrowing. A moment later, realization hit him and they returned to norrmal. 

“... Oh, it’s just you.” Even from their limited interactions, there was no mistaking the creature’s identity: the strange creature that was part of Examon’s party.  “Never mind, I half-thought some rabid feral had picked up a taste for synthetic meat and decided to pitch in.”  Not that there seemed to be much of a difference at present, Parasimon privately observed. Even restored to lucidity, there was as little mistaking Dorugoramon’s overwhelming bloodlust as there was mistaking her identity. 

“Right now, that doesn’t seem like such a terrible idea: a false persona gone rogue eating an indecipherably eldritch, synthetic Digimon,” Dorugoramon replied with a distinctly feral growl. “And, to your credit, I don’t think any of us remembered anything before waking up with our body nicely nestled in rubble and partially melted roadway.”

“Trust me, if I didn’t care for the taste, you’d probably drop dead from it.” If Parasimon had any hair, it would have stood on end at the memory of Millenniummon’s awful data filling him up: instead, the crystals covering his body let out a low, groaning hum as as new growths breached the surface of his foul flesh. Once again, he didn’t seem to notice, instead turning his attention to the other Digimon present. “How did you end up in that deep a rage, anyway? I don’t think I’ve ever been in that deep, and- well, you know me. That really is saying something.” 

To that, Dorumon simply let out a raspy chuckle, steam coming out of her metallic maw. “It’s a long story,” she replied with a guttural growl, “but to spare you the boredom, Zei and I Biomerged. We were pissed off before we did so. I’m sure you can guess the rest of the story.” Pausing for a moment, she then added with a tone that suggested this particular bit was something of an afterthought, “Examon said that we underwent a Dark Digivolution, whatever that is.”

“Just being angry did that?” Parasimon stared at Dorugoramon, a dubious look crossing his face. He didn’t have a lot of experience with Dark Digivolution, but secondhand accounts and his general experience with the Tamers was enough for him to question her explanation. 

Nonetheless, he decided not to press it. It didn’t look like she was outright lying to him: just concealing some of the facts. From what he did know of Dark Digivolution, something more traumatic than simple anger would be necessary to trigger it: and dragging whatever it was back up to the surface wasn’t going to help in this situation. 

“Good grief. I thought I had issues, and then you lot turned up,” Parasimon huffed, with a shrug. “You damn humans really are an order unto yourselves.” 

For a moment, Dorugoramon responded with complete and utter silence - not even a growl - before a voice finally responded with a tempered tone.

“Perhaps we are,” Zei replied, her calm voice momentarily hiding the burning rage now wielded with some modicum of control, “but that doesn’t matter now. I will not stop until my - no, [i]our[/i] prey makes it last breath.” A feral snarl escaped the dragon’s maw, a strangely eerie noise to be made by what should’ve been the saner one of the two. Right now, she wasn’t the saner one, however. 

Once again, Parasimon stared at the half-mad Digimon. That near-feral savagery still radiated from her in droves, only growing more palpable as she swore death onto the abomination in the sky. 

“It’s not quite a vow, but I’ll accept it.” But this time, he found solidarity with it. There was no doubt about it, humans were a special kind of dangerous, one that had only ever been embodied in a handful of Digimon. It was exactly the kind of dangerous that Parasimon could get behind: and perhaps it was exactly what they needed to bring Moon=Millenniummon crashing down once more. 

Now that the two Digimons were reunited, Dorumon couldn’t help but wonder where the others were.

In particular, she wondered where a certain gargantuan dragon was.

“Are you the only one up aside from us?” Dorumon, retaking control without so much as a twitch of her claw, asked Parasimon as the dragon turned her sights to him. “Where is everyone? More importantly, where the [i]fuck[/i] is Examon?” The way the metallic dragon’s head dart around as she tried to see anything other than the obscuring fog around her seemed to suggest that she was particularly concerned about the other dragon in question.

“Dynasmon, the cat and the rat are awake, last I checked. They should hopefully be all together by now.” Parasimon paused for a moment, doing a headcount. He knew that MirageGaogamon, Guilmon and Ranamon were about somewhere: but as much help as they could be, Parasimon couldn't be certain of their ability to shake off their temporal torpor. He’d have to ask Dynasmon about finding them when they joined back up, but finding capable fighters had to be their priority now. That just left: “The only one of you that I haven’t seen or heard somehow is that mouthy little blue shit. Me and Dynasmon found Examon pretty quickly after we came to, but-” Another pause, before Parasimon decided it was best she knew. “Examon is still unconscious. Avalon is still protecting him, so he’s not completely helpless, but if he doesn’t come to soon, I don’t know what good moving him is even going to accomplish.” 

Examon was still out cold; with Avalon protecting him, yes, but still out cold nonetheless. That didn’t sound reassuring to her in the very least, even with most of the party accounted for.

“Where is his position now?” Dorugoramon’s wings unfurled with a faint gust as the dragon crouched, ready to bolt as soon as Parasimon revealed where he found Examon. “I can’t believe this,” Dorumon muttered, all visible body language pointing to agitation. “All the work he did to wake me up and now [i]he[/i]’s the one still taking his beauty nap?!”

“Back the way I came round. It’s hard to make out details in this fog, and I don’t know enough about this city to guess.” Parasimon sighed. This time, it wasn’t the human in Dorugoramon that was getting riled up: even he could discern the nature of the Digimon half’s fury. “We’ll need to go back around that way to find Dynasmon and the others anyway. Come with me and we won’t be able to miss him.”

To say that Dorumon was reluctant to follow Parasimon instead of going off on her own was an understatement, but with all the fog obscuring anything past a mile of her position, she might as well be flying in circles if she insisted on heeding her admittedly prevalent stubbornness. “Fine,” the dragon growled, her tail flicking quickly as she stood up. “I won’t wait for that damned mess of a Digimon to harm anyone, least of all Examon!”