Vagile heard something behind him, coming down through the hole from the level above. He assumed the worst and expected it to be more trouble heading his way. But a more immediate threat was the now hungry Nekonichimon and a horde of Neodevimon. So in a nutshell he was practically cornered. He wondered if Jay was having better luck on his end.<br/><br/>He reached into his pocket and clutched Debbie's Digivice.<br/><br/>"We're going to fight them." Vagile declared.<br/>"Are you sure that's wise? Given the situation I think a retreat is in order." Waspmon advised.<br/>"...You think I'm gonna run? Don't Insult me! I'm Vagile of the Black Sword! How am I--how are<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">we</span></span>--ever going to get stronger if we always run? I'm through running! Live with no regrets!"<br/>". . . Alright. So what's the plan?"<br/>"Avoid getting killed and/or eaten. As long as we can manage that, the rest doesn't matter."<br/>"Well that kinda goes without saying..." Waspmon said under his breath.<br/>"Enough dawdlin'. Let's give 'em hell!"<br/><br/>Inspired by Vagile's words and tenacity, Waspmon charged headlong into the fray. Their first target: Nekonichimon.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Turbo Stinger!"</span>