Darius woke up with a jolt when he suddenly heard a loud crash. He turned toward his outside window was shocked to see his glass window smashed up in pieces. He rubbed his eyes to make sure that he wasn’t just dreaming instead, but unfortunately, it actually happened. From outside, he could hear loud jeering and shouting becoming louder and louder. He was sorely tempted to look outside at the action occurring but decided against it since he didn’t want to risk being hit by anything or stepping on glass. All he knew was he wasn’t planning on getting involved in the riots that were probably going on outside. He honestly wasn’t surprised that it had escalated into riots. As he became more familiar with the locals in File City, he had heard that tensions had increased between some of the citizens and those heavy-handed digimon of the Digital Dawn. Darius never really liked them anyway. They thought they were so important, huh? They thought they were the high authority and could execute those all in the name of justice. Some digimon and even humans were living in fear that they might incite the wrath of that group. That was bad for business. If he didn’t already establish his business in the city, he would have moved somewhere else already. Suddenly, his roommate burst into his room and yelled out that a mob of argument were attempting to get into the apartment. The Impmon explained that the landlord had locked the entrance with a chain but the constant pushing of the door began to give away. It was only a matter of time until the entrance door would break. “What the hell?” Darius cursed when he heard a loud bang and crashing noise coming from downstairs. He was glad that he went out last night and was too lazy to change into his pajamas. It would take too much time. Soon, he heard the shouting dying down and clattering of footsteps coming up the stairs. He hoped the landlord was doing alright. If she was smart, she would have given up instead and not get injured but that was a low chance. She was a tough bitch. He was sure she would’ve put up a good fight in the end, which was something he had to admire at least. Besides, it didn’t seem like the orgemon in the city were the type of digimon to kill others. At least, that’s what he hoped for. “Grab onto me Imp. It’s gonna be rough,” Darius said and took a deep breath to ready himself. The Impmon jumped onto his shoulders and shifted his body to adjust to the digimon’s weight. The Impmon joked that he felt like he was Darius’s digimon. Darius gritted his teeth slightly and eyebrows narrowed for a moment. Probably feeling bad for the joke, the digimon mumbled an apology. He quickly opened the door and was met with the many faces of the vicious orgemon staring at the duo. Maybe they didn’t expect someone to openly face them unlike others who locked their rooms. But the stare off did not last long. They got over their surprise and immediately charged at Darius with their arms flailing all around in the air. Darius sprinted forward and leaped upwards. He swung his blade forward and was met with a barrage of bone clubs bashing against his blade. He clenched his handle hard and steadied his body somehow. He was relieved when his roommate began shooting dark flames that stunned his opponents for at least enough time for him to regain his composure after being pushed back. As he slashed and battled against his opponents, he felt a breeze and was surprised that the flame attacks had become fierce and larger than before. His eye caught the sight of the landlord, the Witchmon shooting her sharp wind toward the Impmon’s flame to what it looked, caused the attacks to become more powerful. He wished he could thank her but both of them were too occupied to do anything else. The combined attacks made it easier to escape the chaos inside the apartment and he made a break for the exit. Darius sprinted out of the door and was met with even more chaos. The first sight he saw were the panicking citizens fleeing down side streets as fast as they could away from the violence. Unfortunately, some of them weren’t left unscathed. Darius observed that there were some cuts, bruises, and even some blood on them. Among the riots, there were many of them burning things down and looting multiple stores in the city without any thought of the consequences at all. The few that attempted to stop them were viciously beaten down until they couldn’t fight back anymore. It was just senseless and uncontrolled violence. Probably shocked at the scene, the Impmon sprinted off saying he was going to check on his family to see if they were okay. That left Darius alone in the now, dangerous environment. Knocked away from his thoughts, he spotted an agumon shouting at two boogiemon to stop smashing and destroying his store he owned. Unsurprisingly, the adult digimon settled on ignoring them instead since they probably assumed the child digimon weren’t a threat anyway until that happened. It had taken aback Darius when he saw the boogiemon slammed his fists onto the agumon that sent the poor digimon a few feet away and onto the hard concrete. “Assholes,” Darius muttered and rushed over to the wounded agumon. When he finally got there, he saw that the digimon fainted and unconscious on the ground. His face hardened when he heard the boogiemon cackling loudly at the injured digimon. Darius twisted toward them and slammed his fists at the digimon nearest to himself. The boogiemon was caught winded but then, grabbed onto his shirt and wrestled Darius onto the hard ground. They battled for dominance. Finally, the digimon won and began jabbing onto his ribs. Darius bit down hit on the digimon’s arm until the punches stopped. He hooked his hand onto the digimon and used his summoned blade to stab his opponent in succession until it disappeared into bits of data. He dusted himself off and gave a sharp stare into the eyes of the remaining Boogiemon in front of him. The digimon staggered backward and hastily ran off into the distance. Darius grinned widely in satisfaction. He took in the surroundings and sighed observing there were even more scuffles and shouting than earlier. It was no longer mostly orgemon starting the scuffles and fights. The streets were becoming crowded and agitation rose than even if someone bumped into another, it led into a senseless scuffle and others joining in for one reason or another. Shouts of dissatisfaction and jeering insults toward the Digital Dawn were heard amongst the clashes and brawls that littered on the streets. The loud noises was jarring to his ears and sweat rolled down his face as more bodies joined in the violent riot. There were flames that were consuming the insides of stores burning with black smoke that billowed up from the inside and yellow flames that were escaped from the sides. The turbulent flames were louder than he thought they would be. The acrid smell of the smoke irritated his nose and throat, causing him to cough. He caught the eye of an orgemon with a scar on his face that, in turn, glared at him as if he actually hated him. Darius’s eye widened in recognition at the face. It was one of his customers that he had recently stopped selling to after finding out the orgemon resold his goods for a higher price. He guessed the digimon was pissed off at him but he didn’t feel bad or was intimidated. He saw that the orgemon started talking to his friends and Darius knew that he needed to get out of the digimon’s sight. He weaved through the crowds to escape from the orgemon’s wrath. He felt slightly bad for bumping into multiple digimon and humans, but he gotta do what gotta do. Darius didn’t feel like battling again after facing that adult digimon and the orgemon that had busted into his apartment earlier. He could hear footsteps shuffling closer and closer toward him. Should he ask for help from someone? He sprinted out of the crowd, only to become trapped in an alleyway instead. In seconds, he was surrounded by the scarred face orgemon and his buddies shouting loudly at him and looked very eager to pummel him into the ground at any moment. The only escape was to wiggle himself into the crowd again but that was something he wasn’t looking forward to. Resigned to the situation, he took a deep breath and clenched his fists hard. “Eager, huh? Come n’ get it then,” he taunted, cracking his knuckles. They charged at him, waving their clubs all around in the air.