Now free from your strange restraints, you get up and turn on the light. Bad idea. A Hawkmon stands in the corner, poised to attack. Frightened by this sudden sight, you are clueless as to what to do; you need to think fast. You aren't given the time, however. As the hawk Digimon spreads its wings to attack, it then pounces on you. You are beneath it, completely at the deadly bird's mercy. "Any last words?" "Yes," you say with a sudden jolt of courage. "And what would that be?" It says in a raspy voice. "EAT THUNDER!!!" You screech, using a thunderbolt to incapacitate the enemy. As carry it's weak and feathery body over to the restraints and lift it in so it is spread-eagle (no pun intended), you decide to...
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