Digimon Origins_Episode 18
To Fight Fire with Fire
"Where the hell are we going?" a tall, small built man asked rhetorically. He wore long jeans, which he had begun to hate whilst treading through the mysterious desert in the stifling heat. He carried a pair of goggles with him, which his job in a steel plant required. He was now really grateful that he had it on him the particular day that he and his Digimon partner were somehow transported into this strange place. He wore them now, giving his eyes relief from the blowing sand.
Vedamon, an imp type Digimon wearing ancient Arabian style clothing, willed his body to radiate heat, incinerating any sand which blew in his direction. Any time Davis, his tamer, accidentally bumped into him he would get singed and yowl loudly.
They walked on through the desert in what seemed like forever until Davis stopped. He shielded his eyes with his hands and squinted, spotting something in the distance.
"What is it, Davis?" Vedamon asked.
"Trees! Like an oasis! Wait a