Of all the evil demonic Navis that Roll had been expecting, she hadn't quite been expecting a… horse. Let alone a green horse. Well, no, that wasn't fair; horses didn't have torsos. Roll turned to her Operator.

"I'm reminded of one of the creatures from your Ameroupan class. The mythology lesson…"

"I'm a CENTAUR, you ignorant wench!" screamed the indignant equine Navi.

Roll looked at the NetNavi, briefly sizing him up. "I see a horso with a torso. Not much else."

"Why, you little…!! I can tear any Network I so choose apart!"

Perhaps because he felt a need to compensate for this insult, he flew toward her, grabbed her by the throat, and shook her like a rag doll. Perhaps if he had been thinking a little more clearly, he might've noticed that in addition to the fact that he was doing no damage at all, his "victim" had scored a number of decent hits with her antennae.

But, despite this, Roll began to realize that this was futile. If she didn't get released from this grip soon, she wouldn't suffocate, but her head would become separated from her body. And that wasn't good.

"You cannot hope to hurt me, you little freak. I am far stronger than anything you…"

"Hey, Centaurman! Look over here, you nasty four-legged opera wannabe!"

"Huh?" Centaurman, being the overdramatic person he was, had lost focus of his surroundings. He looked to the side, and was blasted away by a…

"ROCKBUSTER!!"

A massive ray of light engulfed the mythological creature. When the torrential blast subsided, Centaurman looked very much like burnt toast. He blinked a few times, and then registered the blue form approaching.

"Ah, Rockman! I see you have come to witness me…"

Without halting, Rockman tore forward, slicing through the Navi's arm, freeing Roll. He executed a midair somersault, and his left arm transformed into a modified buster, so as not to lose the angel motif. A large blast later, and Centaurman was balancing awkwardly on three legs.

"Uh, well, this is…"

Centaurman looked blankly at his now missing right arm, and Rockman sliced off one of the two strange horns protruding from his head. The creature Navi flinched as the blue bomber halted in front of him, buster cocked and ready.

"Now, then," ordered Net. "Put her down, or your crest says goodbye."

Centaurman did as he was told, unceremoniously dropping the female to her knees. Roll, grunted in slight pain as she got to her feet and backed off out of range. Rockman made sure she was safe, and then turned back to the centaur.

"Now then, Centaurman, why did you… where'd he go?"

…It was one of those "Oh, shoot!!" moments that they were prone to in their day-to-day lives.

"Chaos Stream!"

A massive sphere of energy erupted toward Rockman, who barely leapt away, costing him his leg. He growled in pain, and fell to the ground. Roll wasn't sure what to do. She rushed over to her "partner", attempting to assist him. He took her hand, and they looked at the totally healed Centaurman who was aiming a nasty grin their way.

Wait a sec'… Net growled in frustration. "Rockman!! Dive!"

Not needing further instruction, the Winged Rockman yanked Roll to his chest, and leapt off the damaged platform, just avoiding two identical Green Balls of Death.

"Wha…?" Roll wasn't sure about which issue she should attend to. Either she should deal with Rockman rudely grabbing her around the waist, or the fact that now two Centaurman were blasting away at them. She compromised by healing Rockman's leg and then clutching to him for dear life as he rocketed around the blasted molecules of Cyberspace.

Back outside in the real world, Net turned to Enzan as Mail watched in fear. "Blues would be helpful right about now."

With a quick and sheepish apology, Enzan had his Navi Plug-In, and soon even Gutsman, Glyde and Iceman had joined the party.

"Wha… what's happening?" Mail wondered aloud. Navis didn't duplicate unless it was part of their motif, and Net had been acting normally up until the duplication of the centaur.

"Geminiman's shown up," explained the brunette.

"Geminiman?" the redhead asked, apparently deciding that her grudge was NOT something to be focusing on right now.

"He duplicates things. Mainly himself, although he can copy others when he feels like it. A bit of a free agent, really. Apparently, the Anti-Free Trade Losers Centaurman works for hired him."

"Hey, Mail?!" came Roll's voice from the PET. "We could use a LITTLE HELP IN HERE!!!!!"

"Ack! Sorry! Recovery +300, Slot-IN!"

Roll felt the regeneration take place, and suddenly she felt a lot better, ignoring, of course, the multitude of Centaurmen firing at them. Sadly, now that she had all her form rerstored and her damage healed, Rockman was forced to endure (much to his chagrin) his hormones going absolutely nuts. His face reddened, and he vowed that his next assignment would not involve so much movement in close quarters, duty or no.

"Dark Cross!" roared Blues, and immediately dispersed half of the dozen or so Centaurman. Gutsman took out four, and Iceman and Glyde dispatched the remainder. Finally allowed to rest, Rockman alighted next to them, and allowed Roll to get to her feet. A very awkward silence followed this, in which no one spoke.

"Ano…" Roll mumbled embarrassedly. "Thank you, Rockman." She punctuated this by giving him a peck on the cheek, and in response, his face turned beet red. "N-no problem."

This caused Mail to become very pissed off at Net, who really didn't do anything, and she exemplified this by punching him in the gut. Apparently she had gone back to grudging. "Keep your Navi away from mine," she hissed. "Mail!" cried Roll embarrassedly.

"No problem," answered the wheezing Net. At least she addressed him directly now.

"Uh, guys?" ventured Blues. "We have a big problem." He pointed to the ever-growing number of Centaurmen that were collecting on the far end of the Network. Net managed to take a peek at his PET between wheezes, and suddenly his face took on a rather comical expression.

"Rockman! Auto-Pilot, Now!" he ordered, and suddenly Rockman activated his Solo-Program. He materialized two busters, one per arm, and began launching streams of death at their enemies. He leapt into the air, and preceded to unleash every attack he had in his memory, which, considering the entire Data Library of Rockman's experience, was quite a bit.

Sadly, it was not enough, and the army of Centaurman –each one complete with ego- began to taunt him. Net reached inside his pocket, and managed to slot-in one extra chip before falling unconscious.

"Tango Assist Program… Download!" Rockman called. A feral roar filled the area, and a bright green flash of light streaked down towards the Blue Bomber, enveloping him in a green orb of data. Briefly, the orb assumed a leonine appearance, before disappearing. Rockman smiled, preparing to attack. He leapt to a small data particle floating above his comrades, and just waited for a moment.

Picking up on the hint, Blues and the other male Navis logged out. Shame, really. They had wanted to watch the fun.

"Wha…?" Roll wondered. Rockman smiled confidently at her –she felt her "heartbeat" falter- and he turned back to the Centaurmen. Several things happened in very quick succession.

—Net suddenly regained consciousness, via a convenient plot device, without anyone noticing.

—He rolled over on his stomach, and took note of a variety of facts. Using his recently developed ability to think very quickly, he decided that if Rockman was going to do what he thought he was going to do, Mail would need to move.

—Since she would never actually listen to a direct order from him (as proven during dangerous times in their past), he rolled over onto his back in her direction, and clipped her in the crook of her knee.

—Without really comprehending what was happening, Mail plummeted suddenly downwards.

—Rockman snapped his fingers in the general direction of the Centaurman, unleashing a massive wave of energy.

—The Centaurmen, far too egotistic to even consider saving themselves, decided to fire back.

—It didn't work, and many of the Centaurmen, along with their Balls of Death (say nothing, please) were deleted.

—Since the remaining Centaurmen were, by nature, reckless and poor shots, many of the loosed blasts were flying toward random sections of the network, obliterating important things, such as monitor control programs.

—The monitor shattered into many tiny pieces.

—Yaito screamed, "What the ?!"

—Mail landed on Net.

—Enzan tackled Yaito to the ground.

—Dekao and Tohru stood there as they were pelted by insignificant pieces of fake plastic.

—The action subsided, and the humans all looked at Net and Mail, who had apparently decided to finish the small scene by accidentally kissing each other.