The Earth Beast Digimon ceased his senseless howling. The fog seemed to have the uncanny ability to deaden sounds, or perhaps that was the debris that was all around. As Rodendramon stalked closer to the city, a stream of sand and rubble dragged itself behind him, slithering up and into the Mega's armor. Said earthen compounds were then left in a dry patch with every step.

	The Biomerged Digimon began to scan its head around, sniffing at the air, crouched as it paused between steps. Its tail dragged along the ground, sparking with the armor that laced it, as did the metalized claws with each step, as they scraped against the asphalt with each forward pull of his limbs. Large, grey wings dragged on the ground as the moroseness of isolate set in on the Digimon.

	Things felt strangely silent with no one else around. The beast's back arched, visibly agitated by this, eyes narrowing, teeth bared in a snarl. From a distance, this would be seen merely as aggression. However, upon closer inspection, the twitching of his nose, the curl of his lip, the rapid motions of the eye. No, this was fear. Not knowing when the enemy would strike, if it knew where you were, if your attacks could even harm it, where any allies were- it was terrifying.

	At that moment, the beast caught a whiff of a scent. A familiar scent. Three of them. One, an ally. Another Beast type Digimon, and a Nature Spirit at that, much like himself- this was a relief. Rodendramon snarled, a gurgling, acidic sound, as a dark scent was detected, intermingling with the first. Two other scents were also there, one chitinous, viral, acrid. Parisimon. The third- a Nightmare Soldier. A Demon Lord.

	The Earth deity's wings beat, sending a dusty wash of air swirling around itself. With a deeper, louder snarl, he began to stalk in the direction of the scents. His reactions were mixed, as were those of the minds inside him. A friend, a foe, and an anomaly. One who, by all accounts, had no right to be here. What little tactical acumen the beast possessed assumed some sort of mêlée à trois had begun. Only time and proximity would tell.

	The red glow of molten stone shone through the slits of armor that rimmed Rodendramon's eyes. The beast stalked ever closer, approaching what he could only assume was additional prey. Most likely, it was also easier prey. The seems of the armor flickered with gouts of flame, as the Pyro Raid was released once again. Instead of flying off, however, the swarm of incendiary vermin stayed put. As they began idly pawing at their invisible whiskers, Rodendramon began to strike the earth, burrowing under the street. As the Digimon's tail passed the chasm's mouth, it sealed with the earth that was displaced, creating a closed tunnel beneath the road. At this, the phantom flame rats began to sniff at the air, alerting Rodendramon of the scents' positions, should they change. It wasn't entirely reliable, but would give him a touch of the element of surprise.

	This plan was far from flawless. With such intense and unconventional excavation going on, the ground would likely rumble and shift. Secondly, the small pack of burning rats weren't exactly hard to see coming either. It did, however, let the rodential Digimon hide from where the true first strike would come. As the approach became imminent, Rodendramon could hear muffled, but familiar voices from above.

	The beast's armored jaw unclamped, as fragments of growing stone began to collect there, taking on an unearthly green hue. He then dug upwards, breaking the crust above and emerging in the general vicinity of the three.
[h3]	"[color=007236]Jade Meteor![/color]"[/h3] Declared the Mega, launching a sizable boulder of green mineral straight into the air, before it disintegrated within the fog- a warning shot.
	And then, there was a moment to react, as the Beast surveyed its surroundings, emerging from the hole and beating its wings, shaking off the flakes of broken pavement.