Fuming, you left Cobalt Cities Arena. Yes, your entrance had been maybe a little bit arrogant, you would admit that much. But Molly didnīt have to humiliate you and your brave Beastie like that! Once again you visisted a BeastMon-Center with a babyfied BeastMon, enduring pitying looks. You stayed not very long, instead leaving the City altogether. You had a better base.
At tea time, you reached once again the cottage of the sea. After almost bashing the door in, you stepped in. And broke out in tears. "PHIL!", you cried out, "SHE WAS MEAN TO ME!" You needed help. "I want tea. And Whiskey!" Lots of it.
You were not allowed to have that much. But Phil was patient and understanding, serving up tea with a liiiiittle bit of Whiskey, but even more sugar. There was also cake, and much of it.
Uncomplainingly the maniac heard your tale about the dreadful Arena Boss. You were a little calmer by now, and your BeastMon were free from their Cubes. Baby-Racer was the focus of attention, sitting on a huge pillow and gazing up at all the people standing around her. She sucked at her thumb, sometimes even waving at the other Beasties or clapping her hands to a rhythm only she alone could hear.
"She is way more well behaved than you", you told Annie. "With you babyfied, you slept or cried, never did anything else."
Annie frowned. "I was in baby-form for what, two hours, tops. I would have done many funny things, if you had let me."
"Of course." You filled your cup once again and put another piece of cake on your platter.
Phil scratched his chin. "Not very nice from Molly, putting your Budgybow out of commission like that. Her crest, after all, would be the best solution against this kind of problem."
"Can she even fight or train like that?", you asked him.
"I would not advise real fights. Look, she is practically fresh out of her egg. I wonīt say, she has absolutely nothing in terms of abilities, but -"
"She can fly", Annie chimed in.
Phil could not understand her, but you could. You turned.
Baby-Racer had sprouted wings out of her puny arms, and she flapped with them, giggling like crazy. Already she was two feet in the air!
"She can fly!", you echoed your Heatdraka.
"Of course she can", Phil said, "Flying is surviving for her kind. We should close the windows, though."
You ran and did just that, slamming the windows and doors close. Racer meanwhile circled the lamp above the tea table. Annie, Josh and Belle followed her around, ready to catch her.
"As I was just saying", Phil continued his little lecture, "She is just now not even Level 1. Her present form corresponds to her right after the hatch. Normally, she would not gain her first level through fighting, but feeding."
At this moment the micro wave, the real one, gave a hearty *ping*.
"Perfect timing. The BeastMilk is ready." Shortly after, he came back with a bottle.
"You are prepared for everything", you mused.
"Of course. Accidents of any kind can happen at any time."
In the meantime, Annie had snatched Racer out of the air. "Give that to me!", she demanded, but as you handed her the bottle, she just shoved both, baby and bottle, in Joshīs arms. "Here, my guy. Care for your girlfriend", she said with a wide grin.
Josh gave no answer, instead just took Racer without any hesitation and sat down with her.
As for you, you sat down with the two others.
"Strategy time", you said. "The goal is complete destruction. How to achieve that?"
"Training-Arc", Annie said immediately. "For this gal here."
Belle cowered a little. "Me?"
"Yes. Evolve, that would be a good start."
Josh raised a hand. "Alternative, we still have one fighter on box."
"The Forest Queen?", you replied. "Really, the Queeny? Please, no."
"Oh, but she has Status Attacks", Annie said. "Useful against pesky foes like this frog-boy. Good call, Josh!"
"I really donīt like it", you intervened.
Belle just looked from one to the others. "Forest Queen?"
"An enemy of us", you said. "She is currently in Box Jail."
"Wow, you have enemies?!?"
Phil sat beside you, with a book on his knees, for he could not be a real part of this conversation without you translating everything. But he raised his hand and laid down on the table an orange-tinted lense. The Crest of merging.
"You remember? You said, you would never use such a thing against Molly, for it would be unsporting."