"Hmph." MagnaAngemon grunts derisively, raising one hand to forestall further words. "This is war Gryzmon. Our mission is to defend that base and so long as it was alive that creature was a risk to our holy cause. It carrying any useful information is doubtful." The holy digimon pauses for a second as the last of his injuries are mended. "We also lack the ability to properly restrain an Ultimate of that power, it would simply have woken up, playing along until it saw a vulnerability, then struck. By The Lord I will not let that happen on my watch." You continue glaring in silence, wrath un-subsided. Finally he makes a sound of disgust and points towards the group of wounded digimon. "Enough. Go make yourself useful." With that he lifts off, leaving you all alone.
