Invincible, being... well, invincible, does what he normally does in situations like this: step between oncoming hostility and less-invincible civilians. Okay, Enzo's not a civilian, but he's still more squishy than Mark, who's taken alien field artillery to the chin before and only been knocked around. Reflexively, his fists come up into a guarded position.
"I figured that," he replies, also shouting. The top edge of the visor on his face has slanted down, giving Enzo the first change in expression he's seen since the digimat. "But you should probably start talking. I really don't want to hurt your classmates."
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Date: 2012-11-18 02:09 am (UTC)"I figured that," he replies, also shouting. The top edge of the visor on his face has slanted down, giving Enzo the first change in expression he's seen since the digimat. "But you should probably start talking. I really don't want to hurt your classmates."