You step outside and see that Porcupamon has gotten Mekanorimon on the ropes. One arm has been completely ripped off, and spikes are jutting into the softer segments of its body. The initial ambush has done the bulk of the work. He's taken a big counterpunch, and there's a visible rip in his puppet torso. Air is wheezing out at a steady rate, while the Espimon tries to reason with him like a coward.

"Time out! Time out!"

"So you can call your friends? Hell no! Fight like a Digimon!"

"EEK! No! I'm so close! I can't die here! Come on, what do you even want?!"

"Your data is looking mighty tasty. Slap and Rip!"

He advances for another series of brutal attacks, slamming his paws against the metal and cutting three lines across the tinted cockpit.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

The Espimon pops its cockpit open and reaches for the sky, away from any controls it could be using to radio for support. Porcupamon's hand hovers in the air. He can be ruthless, but he's a bit hesitant to attack a surrendering enemy. That is, until he spots you emerging.

"What?" You ask, deciding to hear it out.

"A human? So you're working together..."

Porcupamon swings his arm, briefly feinting towards the blue rat's head. He screams in fright and covers his eyes.

"Try to gather more info on us, and this little breather is going to end fast."

"I don't think there's any other way it can end."

"Should I just smash him then?"

"WAIT! Tell me what you want, at least!"

"I already said it! We want your data, capisce? Your information!"

"I'm just a Rookie! I don't- You want this Mekanorimon?!"

"Now you're getting it."

"Then... Then I'll give it to you! Yeah! That works, right?! I'll get out, and you can destroy it!"

The intact eye of the vehicle Digimon widens in shock, and it rumbles impotently.