Whilst all hell was breaking loose, and you had nearly been knocked over by Ankomon's high-speed 4x4, a hand touched your back, preventing your fall. It was soft but firm, and very warm.

"Daijoubu desuka? That coulda been quite a fall"

Sakuradamon whispered in your ear, with a sweet yet boyish accent, before turning to Cardamon upon seeing her arrival, almost forgetting your entire existence

Her movements were erratic and cute, like the MC of a shojo anime, yet so dominant.