[The shift in their surroundings makes Guilmon bristle. His normally bright, innocent eyes narrow. His pupils slit. His lips curl back to reveal his sharp teeth.]
It's coming.
[Growling, Guilmon scans for the scent. That crimson moon, glistening in the dark...
He charges.]
Fireball!
[Flames spew from his maw, targeted at the beast. Logic and reason have left the building, ladies and gents.]
no subject
It's coming.
[Growling, Guilmon scans for the scent. That crimson moon, glistening in the dark...
He charges.]
Fireball!
[Flames spew from his maw, targeted at the beast. Logic and reason have left the building, ladies and gents.]