Part of the beast's mind remembered the orange glow, and he wasn't exactly enthused about it. However, seeing that there was no melee continuing without his provocation, Rodendramon simply bode his time, keeping all attention locked on the Beelzemon in particular. As a result, most of the outside conversation bypassed the Digimon.
	At the mention of Jordan's name, the feral Digimon's stance shifted. All aggression ceased, and armored hind legs sat on the ground. Metallic whiskers extended above the Mega's sealed jaw, which were preened by oversized claws. With little warning, the jaw snapped open, and a hollow voice, much like one speaking from within a cave, sounded out.
	"[color=dfd8bf][b]Acquisition of allies is priority one in dealing with Class A threat: Synthetic Digimon Moon-Millenniummon,[/b][/color]" even as the voice speaking was clinical, the body that played host to that voice seemed to mildly convulse, as if containing great churning bile at the mention of their foe, "[color=dfd8bf][b]Due to the detection of secondary Class A threat, subject:self_Rodendramon fired one warning shot in the form of [color=007236]Jade Meteor[/color], in order to procure entry and assess the situation. Considering that subject:Royal-Knight_Parasimon-Mordred, subject:ally_BanchoLeomon, and [color=2e3192]subject:Class_A_threat:Demon_Lord_of_Gluttony:Beelzemon[/color] were not in conflict, it seems that the collection is standing in favor of location:Human_World, and are, thusly, allies.[/b][/color]"
	With that, Rodendramon's jaw clapped shut, sealed once again by a plate of Chromedigizoid. The beast then began to pace about, sniffing the air and probing alleyways with his extended whiskers, attempting to locate their arguably more powerful allies, being Examon and Alphamon, though the latter seemed wholly absent from the incident. The unknown, equally feral Digimon also seemed to be an asset, but the mere thought of the individual seemed to cause a headache. Despite the raw logic with which he spoke, Rodendramon was still feral. Wings dragging upon the ground, and breath huffing through his helmet, his impatience was palpable. And while he seemed, in his unfocused pacing, to be tolerant of Parasimon to a degree, Beelzemon was given a wide birth. It was not possible for this Beelzemon to be the one that had once been an ally, not without significant time elapsing. And due to the fresh destruction and still burning fires in the city, there had certainly not been enough time for the once-partnered Impmon to develop into a Mega Level naturally. Dirk was dead, after all. It was a bitter reality, but Rodendramon knew it as fact, having pieced it together from the memories of his two constituent parts.
	To simply wait until happenstance drove them into contact with yet another ally was a waste of time. The strain on reality caused by Moon-Millenniummon's very existence was gnawing at the back of Rodendramon's mind like a chorus of dissonant, pleading voices. He could feel the tremors in the earth as the barely-living calamity above was primed to render the planet by simply being.