[1-2] The Tail

[Guilmon]

*Rumble*

The sound of turbulence shook the sleeping Digimon from his slumber. "Huh? What's going on?" More turbulence. Guilmon began to realize that the plane's floor was no longer even and that he was sliding towards the front of the craft. More turbulence rocked the plane, tearing it in half. Guilmon suddenly found himself blacking out – his consciousness sucked out with the air due to the sudden change in pressure.

Falling through the air, Guilmon hit terminal velocity just before hitting the ocean. He "landed" a couple miles off the coast. The sudden splash jarred Guilmon back to the land of the living. Just as he woke, his pupils narrowed into paper-thin slits. With his instincts beginning to take over, Guilmon started to whip his body around until he oriented himself with the island. With a few swishes of his tail, he starts to swim towards the shore rather quickly. Keeping his rhythm steady, it takes him but a few minutes to reach the beach.

He climbs out of the surf and shakes the cool, salty water from his scaly hide. With a snarl and a growl, he glares at everything he can see. He catches an abrupt whiff of blood. Within seconds, he pinpoints the source. Just a few feet away from the burning wreckage, he saw several bodies. The scent of injured prey wafted into the feral predator's nostrils. He speeds towards the bloody Secondaries, easily closing the gap in a couple seconds. Just as he leaps into the air to pounce onto his meal, a metal boot connects with the bottom of the dinosaur's jaw.

With the mental fog that was clouding his mind dissipating, Guilmon shook his head. "Owwww! What was that for!? Now Guilmon's jaw hurts!" His eyes dilated to their normal state, even if they broadcasted his pain clearly. In front of him stood a man who, at just under two meters, easily towered over Guilmon.

"I could sense your blood-lust from a mile away. Your eyes had the gleam of a predator. But it seems that neither is the case anymore." As the metal man turned to walk away, Guilmon noticed that his black armor and blue cape were covered in dust, sand, and other bits of debris. "We do not need to lose any more than we already have."

With his eyes re-opened, he looks around. Many of the others had been staring at him, but they had already gone back to what they were doing since Colonel had taken care of the feral beast already. Under his breath, Guilmon muttered "What happened to Guilmon?" He walks around to the open side of the plane. Turning to the fox lady and the kid with orange hair, he asks them "What can Guilmon do? Guilmon wants to help!"

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