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Who: Michelangelo and Klunk
What: Turtle luck
When: Nov 24, around 4 a.m.
Where: A Neon city alley
Michelangelo had only been in the unfamiliar sewers for a few minutes before he'd ran into a Raremon. Now he was running in the opposite direction with Klunk in his arms as it slung Acid Sludge at them.
"Why do we always run into big, slimy monsters?! Why?!" Spotting a ladder to the surface, he leaped up it and crawled out. There was a dumpster not far off, which he got to work pushing over the manhole. Once that was done, he sighed in relief and leaned against the alley wall. "That was a close one." But by the sounds coming from under the dumpster, Raremon hadn't given up its chase just yet. "Do you think if we feed it, it'd leave us alone," Mikey eeped.
"We don't have any food," Klunk whispered back. The dumpster was sent flying then; Raremon oozing onto the surface.
"Man, Raph was right. We do have terrible luck." He moved Klunk to his shoulder and pulled out his nunchucks, holding them at the ready. "Hold on tight, Klunk, this could get messy." Weapons spinning, he charged the digimon. It made a gurgling roar and swiped at Mikey with its claws, but Mikey hopped out of the way before attacking the metal part of Raremon's face.
The battle was underway, and it definitely wasn't a quiet one.
What: Turtle luck
When: Nov 24, around 4 a.m.
Where: A Neon city alley
Michelangelo had only been in the unfamiliar sewers for a few minutes before he'd ran into a Raremon. Now he was running in the opposite direction with Klunk in his arms as it slung Acid Sludge at them.
"Why do we always run into big, slimy monsters?! Why?!" Spotting a ladder to the surface, he leaped up it and crawled out. There was a dumpster not far off, which he got to work pushing over the manhole. Once that was done, he sighed in relief and leaned against the alley wall. "That was a close one." But by the sounds coming from under the dumpster, Raremon hadn't given up its chase just yet. "Do you think if we feed it, it'd leave us alone," Mikey eeped.
"We don't have any food," Klunk whispered back. The dumpster was sent flying then; Raremon oozing onto the surface.
"Man, Raph was right. We do have terrible luck." He moved Klunk to his shoulder and pulled out his nunchucks, holding them at the ready. "Hold on tight, Klunk, this could get messy." Weapons spinning, he charged the digimon. It made a gurgling roar and swiped at Mikey with its claws, but Mikey hopped out of the way before attacking the metal part of Raremon's face.
The battle was underway, and it definitely wasn't a quiet one.