Abilities (Digimon/Non)

[DragonMasterX]

Rex rolled around on his bunker. The toned iguana hadn't had the time of his life in this prison of sorts, but at least in spite of the horrible food they served, which he would always classify as some ugly mix between newspapers and water, he spent most of his time at the gym to burn his excess energy away.

Flexing his right arm from inside his cell's bunker, the scaly looked at how well his bicep had developed in the past few weeks that he had been thrown inside. Maybe he wasn't huge, but the work-out with the prison's equipment was starting to show.

He snorted and sat up, reaching for the beanie that he had carried inside with him and was about to put it over his shirt before he noticed a trio of shifters walking somewhere else. Rex quickly put the beanie on and rubbed his body a bit, groaning at the ambient temp of the halls. It was so cold, he hated cold.

Putting his hood on and slipping his paws into his pockets, Rex began walking after Sora and the others in a discreet, inconspicuous manner, just as he had learned to during his time as a small-time criminal back in the city, reason why he had been caught so easily.