Omegamon's eyes narrowed as Diablomon burst out, and lunged away. He moved with remarkable swiftness for his size, trampling anything that stood in his path. Several blasts grazed his pristine white armor, but by keeping himself moving he missed most of it.

He spun, cape sweeping out around him, and snorted.

"Sloppy, Diablomon," Omegamon snorted. "It is no wonder your forces are of such weak will that a mere soldier has been able to sway them against your chosen leaders!"

He thrust out his right arm, a large cannon popping out of the MetalGarurumon maw.