Vegetto recoiled immediately at the sound of Mooli's voice, defensively retreating. Yet as she spoke, his confused and curious stare turned down to Damian. The random and undetectable attack earlier had prompted a slight subconscious curiosity from the Potara fusion, but Mooli's conversation and gaze of respect prompted Vegetto to look over Damian with an intense stare; like a detective investigating a suspect in a case.
Friend? Hmmmm....
His eyes further widened in confusion, watching on as Omegamon was swiftly and promptly eliminated. The situation itself seemed plausible; the Digimon was weakened by the same technique Vegetto himself felt earlier, and the Potara fusion recognized the flames that opened the opponent up to Daiman's attack. But Vegetto still looked on stunned, having felt no signature or pressure from the attack preemptively; only the resulting force left in its wake.
Vegetto stared down, snapping a bit back to reality once Daiman questioned him. He lifted up his formerly broken hand, rolling his wrist around to test the strength in it after he had taken the precious moment to heal.
"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine now."
He glared down Mooli from behind Daiman briefly, however, careful of the impending threat he perceived her to be. Yet before any of the three could speak again, the entire arena began to crumble and shatter from the force of Lucifer's forced grand entrance of the immense amount of combatants. Vegetto glanced down, promptly snagging Daiman by his shirt collar and flying up high into the air; unsure of the other could fly and making the decision to pull Daiman up to prevent a ring out himself
Floating high in the air as the arena tipped from the massive amount of combatants, Vegetto glanced around as he held Daiman at his side, almost like a suitcase dangling at his side while the Potara fusion stared around to take in the new arrivals. His narrowed eyes found the unfolding scene with Avalon, Zenta and Lucifer but soon, Vegetto turned his head away as there were too many new potential factors to focus on and account for.
Vegetto lifted his arm, bringing Daiman to eye level while the Potara fusion continued to scan the new fighters below.
"If this keeps up, it's only a matter of time before we lose. I don't understand what kind of strength allows you to do what you do...but if the Super Saiyan God looks on you as a..."friend"...then it must be significant."
He continued looking over the arena, his dual voice less stern and more inquisitive.
"How many of those fighters do you think you can knock off with your powers?"
Bleachers
Cayde groaned, plopping down into the hard bench of a seat while he gazed over to Spider Chaos.
"Maybe they weren't as sticky as you thought they'd be."
He cracked his neck, rubbing the side before turning fully to Spider-Chaos.
"And another thing! I don't try to get into people's heads; all I wanted was a lifetime supply of hot spicy ramen from this tournament!"
Cayde shook his head incredulously.
"To say I'd have the nerve to force you to fold laundry...that's hurtful. We robots are people too, you know."
Friend? Hmmmm....
His eyes further widened in confusion, watching on as Omegamon was swiftly and promptly eliminated. The situation itself seemed plausible; the Digimon was weakened by the same technique Vegetto himself felt earlier, and the Potara fusion recognized the flames that opened the opponent up to Daiman's attack. But Vegetto still looked on stunned, having felt no signature or pressure from the attack preemptively; only the resulting force left in its wake.
Vegetto stared down, snapping a bit back to reality once Daiman questioned him. He lifted up his formerly broken hand, rolling his wrist around to test the strength in it after he had taken the precious moment to heal.
"Yeah...yeah, I'm fine now."
He glared down Mooli from behind Daiman briefly, however, careful of the impending threat he perceived her to be. Yet before any of the three could speak again, the entire arena began to crumble and shatter from the force of Lucifer's forced grand entrance of the immense amount of combatants. Vegetto glanced down, promptly snagging Daiman by his shirt collar and flying up high into the air; unsure of the other could fly and making the decision to pull Daiman up to prevent a ring out himself
Floating high in the air as the arena tipped from the massive amount of combatants, Vegetto glanced around as he held Daiman at his side, almost like a suitcase dangling at his side while the Potara fusion stared around to take in the new arrivals. His narrowed eyes found the unfolding scene with Avalon, Zenta and Lucifer but soon, Vegetto turned his head away as there were too many new potential factors to focus on and account for.
Vegetto lifted his arm, bringing Daiman to eye level while the Potara fusion continued to scan the new fighters below.
"If this keeps up, it's only a matter of time before we lose. I don't understand what kind of strength allows you to do what you do...but if the Super Saiyan God looks on you as a..."friend"...then it must be significant."
He continued looking over the arena, his dual voice less stern and more inquisitive.
"How many of those fighters do you think you can knock off with your powers?"
Bleachers
Cayde groaned, plopping down into the hard bench of a seat while he gazed over to Spider Chaos.
"Maybe they weren't as sticky as you thought they'd be."
He cracked his neck, rubbing the side before turning fully to Spider-Chaos.
"And another thing! I don't try to get into people's heads; all I wanted was a lifetime supply of hot spicy ramen from this tournament!"
Cayde shook his head incredulously.
"To say I'd have the nerve to force you to fold laundry...that's hurtful. We robots are people too, you know."