"I guess I'm lucky I live on an island. In the Digital World, we spend so much time inland or -- sometimes just in deserts, that I don't get much use out of it," Jyou says, as Ikkakumon wheels around again, firing off another pair of torpedoes.


The cameramen are quick to follow that command, finishing up packing their equipment with distinctive haste.

"I'm being paid a lot. It's nothing personal," MadLeomon rasps, flicking out his claws. "And besides, I last tangled with the Eight three dozen incarnations ago. You can't blame me for being interested in seeing whether anything has changed."