Yamato holds up a hand, watching as the Penmon gains more and more distance on them, waiting for the right moment.
That right moment comes along as the Penmon approaches a few marshmallowy roadblocks. Yamato makes a quick 'three, two, one' gesture, then flicks his hand forward as the signal to attack.
A moment later, he presses the glowing symbol on his dash, and a blue bolt of energy crackles between his car and the Penmon's, slowing it down.
Monzaemon glances at Barry out of the corner of his eye, expression fairly unreadable.
"Well, you see," he says, very seriously, "they are very orange."
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That right moment comes along as the Penmon approaches a few marshmallowy roadblocks. Yamato makes a quick 'three, two, one' gesture, then flicks his hand forward as the signal to attack.
A moment later, he presses the glowing symbol on his dash, and a blue bolt of energy crackles between his car and the Penmon's, slowing it down.
Monzaemon glances at Barry out of the corner of his eye, expression fairly unreadable.
"Well, you see," he says, very seriously, "they are very orange."