“Hm? James, do you know that red guy over there?” Saiko pointed an angry figure at the distant shape, his arm making a brisk “swip” in the motion.

“Pizza Boy...NO! It's someone far less appealing! It's the Poke'ranger that followed my team! Quick, get the fogmachine!”

Saiko nodded, and his Digivice popped off of his hip and into his hand. A small slit formed on the bottom of it, and gray smoke hissed forth. Then it stopped. Then it started again. And then it played an abridged version of “Eye of the Tiger” by Survivor.

“Damn,” Saiko growled, his teeth grinding as he fiddled with the buttons. “That's the ringtone for a system error...It's OUT OF FOG!”

A vein throbbed on James's forehead. “How am I supposed to fight someone without a sinister and yet thrifty introduction? I can't just do the themesong, it'd sound retarded if I was face-to-face with him!”

“Rocket...Red guy can already see you. Do it later,” the king said, tossing James a sword to use.

James caught the blade easily, which was surprising for someone who looked so frail. He was wearing a weird metal glove on each hand, something Saiko hadn't seen before. “These are CQG mitts. They emit an attractive gravitational force in the direction I grab.”

“They are pretty sexy,” Saiko admitted.

“I mean they draw things. Like a magnet.”

“I definitely want a pair, you're right.”

James the Rocket gave up trying to explain and instead looked at D. He didn't know anything about the Ranger, other than what he had seen on the intel he'd rummaged over back at Rocket Headquarters. And damn it all if all he had read was useless. Prior to being a Ranger he had owned a Scizor. Clack-clack. The click of nasty claws. His mind nervously skittered away from the notion of being attacked by it, if he still had it.

“I asked a question,” said D, obviously pissed off at being ignored.

“Oh? Sorry, I couldn't hear you over my apathy.” Saiko sneered at Dreas, and brandished his digital broadsword. James did the same with his borrowed weapon, and the two of them crossed their weapons in a steel X as they stood side by side.

“GET LOST, RAINJUH! YOU HAVE NO PLACE HERE!”

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