Under normal circumstances, he should have ordered the Bloodwing Dragonman to take flight and evade the pincer attack of the two Four-Star Magic Spirits.
But he was Tom Nixon.
And under this crisis, the Bloodwing Dragonman seemed to resonate with him, the blood mist around its body surging and boiling.
With a fierce stomp, it kicked Shuckle—whose Power Trick had worn off—into the air, then lunged at the nearby Espeon like a mad demon.
Espeon's gaze was proud, and the gem on its forehead blazed as it prepared to use Confusion.
But Dark's command arrived in an instant.
"Espeon, Future Sight!"
Without hesitation, it switched skills and cast Future Sight.
By the time it finished casting, the Bloodwing Dragonman had already closed in.
Yet it showed no panic. Confusion activated instantly, knocking aside the incoming dragon claw.
The Bloodwing Dragonman's claws hung naturally down to its knees, and when swung, they were devastatingly lethal.
But Espeon was not a Magic Spirit that would trade blows head-on with it.
After using Confusion to knock aside the Bloodwing Dragonman's claw, Espeon immediately leaped to the side. By the time it landed, it had already turned around and sprinted toward Black Gatomon.
The Bloodwing Dragonman let out a savage roar, twisted around in an instant, and violently swung its thick dragon tail. The shadow of its tail tip fell across Espeon's body.
Though Espeon was not even looking at the Bloodwing Dragonman, it seemed to have eyes in the back of its head. The instant the tail swept over, all four limbs sprang upward, sending it soaring high into the air.
The ferocious tail swept beneath its feet.
It landed lightly and continued forward with elegant poise.
That calmness and composure, much like the blond youth on the Red Duelist Platform, made one