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Shadow looked at them, his face darkened by hatred, "That's you're punishment? HOW PATHETIC!" He slammed his foot down on the ground, breaking off a piece of the floor board, he kicked it up to his waist level and then kicked it at the Vilemon, "Back where I come from, the only punishment they had was death. Compared to where I was raised, you two are nothing."
The vilemon raised an arm, protecting it's face. "Well you hafta do it anyway!" it laughed madly.
Mar raised an eyebrow, not surprised in the least. "And what if we don't want?"
Shadow watched how long it took from the board being kicked to Vilemon raising his arm, 1.4 seconds? Compared to me that's like standing still. Shadow smiled as he gauged their reaction time, A few speedy attacks should be enough.
The Vilemon looked at each other. Then dropped to the floor, rolling and laughing.
Mar gave a flat stare, a vein starting to get resalted on his forehead, "Are those supposed to be enemies?"
"HAHAH-A-AS-HAHAHAASK- HAHAHA-HIM-" One of the Vilemon laughed while hammering his fist on the floor.
Mar reacted to the action and held his ground. Another fight seemed to have started inside the house, "Why don't you battle outside?!" he stammered while holding a battle position.
"Oh, I dunno- hehe-" The Vilemon on the hooded figure said, wiping it's eyes. "Why don't ya- Ask him!" He jumped off- and two long, clawed arms grabbed Shadow and Mar around the waist- and threw them against the wall. The arms were connected to- the hooded figure.

"Hahaha... That's why I like these guys... they're funny." The hooded figure stood up. Black ripped wings tore out of the cloak- it was devimon.
Mar was slammed to the wall and he grunted from the damage done to his back, "ACK!" he was tough, but it still had hurt a lot, "D-Dang... what...?" he grunted, standing up, still holding his Swallow, now defensive.
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