Beelzemon’s vision may have been suffering beneath the obscuring veil that Moon=Millenniummon had laid down, but the former Lord of Gluttony’s other senses were as keen as ever. Though Parasimon’s presence singed his nose, the Knight’s musk was disconcertingly odorless; so when he took a deep breath and found himself inhaling the scent of a new beast, he stopped in his tracks. 

“Hold on. BanchoLeomon, can you smell that?” Something about the smell- of foliage and the earth- was familiar, no doubt. But there was an ominous uncanniness about it, almost like he’d stumbled into the deepest depths of a forest, where a predator was waiting to strike. 

BanchoLeomon paused, glancing to Parasimon. “Do I look like a dog Digimon to you?” He asked dryly, but did as he was bid nonetheless. He stayed still for a moment, trying to suss out whatever it was that Parasimon had smelled. At this point, he’d spent a decent amount of time around Rodendramon that he could make out the familiar scent. 

“It’s Rodendramon. Finally found him.” He grunted, glancing to Parasimon. “I’ve forgotten, does he know you’re on our side yet? Don’t think I’ve seen him in a good while.”

“I’ll move to the back, just in case.” Parasimon wasn’t above trading barbs with BanchoLeomon, but the two were at least capable of working together. He didn’t recall interacting much with the other beast Digimon since Examon and Alphamon had brought him in to plan the attack on Tokugawa, and none of his encounters before that point had been civil. Hell, he could remember striking him out like a baseball at one point; he’d probably not be too happy about that, if nothing else. Best to play it safe. 

However, as he prepared to move back, he froze. Parasimon’s senses weren’t as keen as those of the two partnered Digimon, but his ability to perceive the auras of others was at least on par. As the unseen beast Digimon drew closer, he felt their aura wash over him; and whilst he didn’t know them well, he recognized the edge surrounding the aura. 

He acted instantly, a thin, shimmering wall of orange surrounding himself, BanchoLeomon and Beelzemon. 

A moment later and something collided with Avalon, a nebula of green exploding against the now solid orange before a massive plume of dirt and cement erupted from the ground before them.

“God damn it!” BanchoLeomon reflexively ducked for cover at the explosion, gritting his teeth as he looked up. “Is Milleniummon active again already? I thought we still had time!” 

“It’s not.” Parasimon lowered his shield carefully; but suspiciously, he didn’t produce his lance. “Your friend- the beast dragon that the First hitched a ride with- I felt this same aura coming off of them. The aura of a beast turned feral.” 

“... No.” Beelzemon had immediately produced and readied one Berenjena as the world exploded into action, but as Parasimon spoke and the thick cloud of green chaff and shattered pavement cleared to reveal a dark shape before them, he lowered it. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

A groan. BanchoLeomon realized exactly who was attacking them once the smoke cleared. 

“Rodendramon. He’s gone crazy, too? First Beelzemon, then Dorugoramon, now him. Why are half of us insane, feral idiots?” He shook his head as he stood back up, reaching for his sword. “How’d Examon calm Dorugoramon down?”

“Didn’t ask.” As BanchoLeomon and Beelzemon prepared their weapons, Parasimon kept his shield on standby. Worst case scenario, he could choke Rodendramon out or incapacitate them if they had a way to bypass Avalon. “I met them after Examon had snapped them out of it.”

“I can hazard a guess.” Beelzemon was more than aware of the relationship between the humans who’d partnered with Examon and Dorugoramon (had Dorumon achieved a new form since he’d blanked out?). However, he’d also been aware that the two Digimon had a similar relationship underneath their squabbling. “I’m also pretty sure that he isn’t interested in any of us in that particular sense.”

“Disgusting.” By Yggdrasil, Parasimon just couldn’t get away from mammals and their parts. 

“Great. The hell do we do, then? Knocking him out will take too much time, and we can’t risk having a man down. Should we point him at Millenniummon?” BanchoLeomon grunted, eyeing Rodendramon and preparing to dodge should he fire again.

“He hasn’t got a reason to hate you, right?” Beelzemon decided to be candid. “I don’t know about you, but tall, decaying and ugly up there’s never been on a good heel with him and I don’t like the look he’s giving me, either. If we’re going to try talking him down before we go to drastic action maybe you should give it a shot.” 

“It’s worth a try.” Parasimon decided to let Beelzemon’s jab slide without comment, although he made a mental note to flip the Demon Lord off one last time before the inevitable. “Avalon should be able to hold them long enough either way, but I think everyone would gain something if they calm down before that thing in the sky wakes up.”

BanchoLeomon sighed, one hand pinching his brow. Of course it’d fall down to him to attempt a diplomatic solution. Parasimon was an utter dick and Beelzemon was a moron. Wonderful. “Fine. No guarantees, but I’ll see what I can do. Keep me covered, will you?” 

The leonine Digimon quickly hopped up to the highest point he could find: the rubble of a nearby building destroyed in Rodendramon’s initial strike. Gritting his teeth as he clambered up, he called out towards the rodent Mega.

“Rodendramon! Jordan! What the hell do you two think you’re doing?! In case you haven’t noticed, there’s bigger fish to fry than Parasimon! Deal with Millenniummon first!” He pointed up towards the crystal in the sky, warily looking back towards Rodendramon after. “We don’t have time for this nonsense. Either calm down or we’ll have to disable you.”