<div class="floatleft">(http://files.sharenator.com/2q8vt5c_jpg_Pokemans_FTW-s1400x1400-284487-580.png)</div>Crimson turned, and glared at the intruders after looking athte explosion a moment. There was plenty he wanted to say but his glare spoke  for enough serving as a visualization of his ". . ." The air inthe mountain grew a sharpness to its chill, the snow started to flurry as a visible aura of his very essence appeared. The pathetic Jett Gang members would see that teh legends were true, one by one, a Yokaimon appeared, forming from the radiating essence of the boy. First, Glutsnore, one of the phyiscally biggest and most intimidating Yokaimon out there. Then was Psycheon, the psychic fox, who more often than not, used its telepathic powers to allow Red to speak to those around him without ever opening his mouth. Then formed the mighty Plantesaur, a Yokaimon that is believed to have lived all the way from the ancient times. Next was Artilertle, a large brute of a turtle looking yokaimon that sported large hydrocannons  that hid in its shell. Lastly forming was the large and powerful Dracoflare, the legendary fire dragon of the Kanto region that is said to take true masters to tame and train.<br/><br/>Through Psycheon, Red's thoguhts were projected onto the reject gang members, thier Yokaidex's power indicator not dropping below the nine thousand indicator, no matter which they aimed at. "Jessica and Jamie.. we've done this I don't know how many times before. and you know exactly how it will end, so tell me.." He said walking straight up to the ladies, "Lets just skip the messy battle and tell me what this M-2 you're talking about is. Also, why are two lovely ladies like yourself still on the wrong side, I single handedly thrashed your whole organization, and boss once before, so tell me what you know, so I can do it again." These two ladies who he had repeat encounters with were rather cute, but unfortunately, they were on the wrong side in the game. He never saw them in the few times he went onto the dashboard. He could tell just from how they were, while they were sneaky, or at least tried to be, they weren't inherently bad people. "So how about it, we can go to the Yokaimon center and get warmed up if you just talk with me, okay?" The howling wind got harder as he spoke, the snow coming to a near blizzard level. This was the first time he offered this ultimatum without sending the Jett Gang members flying off again.