"Well, that sucks," Jyou says. "Taichi and Yamato might be problem patients, but at least if you stick a sedative in their neck, they'll fall asleep."

He sounds as if he's done this before, because he absolutely has.


MadLeomon swings slowly, then gives a growl of frustration when Barry starts zipping around him, trying and failing to catch him with a swing of his claw. He's not exactly attacking slowly, but he's not as fast as a speedster, by any metric.

He bends around a few of those punches, his form buzzing with static at some of the harsher blows, before he finally slams a claw down onto the ground.

"Necrotoxic Claw," he rasps, as veins of black ichor spread outwards from his claw.