In an open field on the outskirts, Marcus Damon and Biyomon were locked in a fierce battle.
The battle was bizarre. Marcus Damon and Biyomon were both fighting with the resolve to die, yet throughout the fight, there was nothing beyond the clash of fists and feet.
"Chika, Marcus Damon doesn't want to fight either," Yoshino explained softly, holding the sobbing Chika in her arms.
"I know. I know my brother and Biyomon both want to protect me. But why? Why can't everyone sit down and talk things through instead of fighting?" Chika's tears would not stop flowing.
"Because we don't have the right to negotiate." Thomas slammed his fist into the ground. People like them were nothing more than high-level enforcers. Unless they broke with their superiors completely, they could never enter the inner circle of power. But the price of such a break was terribly steep.
At the fiercest moment of the battle, Biyomon suddenly froze. Marcus Damon seized the opening and drove an uppercut into Biyomon's stomach, sending him flying. Marcus Damon's mocking voice followed him. "You actually got distracted during a fight? With skills like that, what makes you think you can protect Chika?"
As he spoke, Marcus Damon grabbed his Digivice. His Digisoul had already ignited during the fight.
"Agumon, let's go. We're sending that guy back to the Digimon World." Marcus Damon spoke viciously as he fed his Digisoul into the Digivice.
A rapidly spinning kunai flew in from the horizon and struck Marcus Damon's hand. Though it did not injure him, it knocked his Digivice to the ground.
"Who's there? Come out." Yoshino and Thomas drew their Digivices, warily preparing for an attack.
"Is that you? Why are you helping me?" Biyomon looked up at the sky. He had become distracted earlier because