Del Rio is far from thrilled. He had lost to Roman Reigns while still feeling aggravated from losing his chance at the Intercontinental title, and now he's stuck wandering around a dust-filled strip of land in the Digiworld, trying to ignore the others as they mumble and whisper to each other, keeping an eye out for yet another worthless Digimon rampaging here and there. He's tiring of this, tiring of losing... tiring of watching the other Digimon growing stronger while Gabumon remains as he is, Alberto's lips twisting into an ugly sneer as he catches his partner's eye, turning away sharply. Gabumon, to his credit, takes it in stride, already used to the man's temper.
"Ay, I am sick of this," Alberto grumbles, shielding his eyes from the bright sun overhead. He's already a fair distance behind the others, not that they'd yet noticed, so he stops where he stands, looking down for a moment before sitting down stubbornly right there, looking to be in no hurry to move. Gabumon joins him, however reluctantly, and the two of them sit side by side, watching the rest of the group grow smaller and smaller. Not a word is spoken until Del Rio crosses his arms over his chest, peering disinterestedly up into the depths of the blue sky overhead. "That Digimon we're supposed to look for," he says slowly. "It was a bird?"
"Yeah, Diatrymon." Gabumon hesitantly looks up, already suspecting when he does so. Sure enough, there's a speck in the sky divebombing towards them, growing larger at a frightening speed. "DOWN!" Alberto's partner exclaims, diving on him and drawing him to the ground, Alberto's protests falling on deaf ears as Gabumon slashes upwards with his claws, purple nails scraping against his rigid stomach. The creature squeeches and divebombs again, snagging Gabumon by the back of his fur and dragging him upwards, flying higher and higher, his wings whipping around in a blur of orange and green.
Del Rio hesitantly gets to his feet, looking up, then over. Gabumon is all but out of his sight, and the other wrestlers are so far away, he doubts he could even get their attention no matter how loud he may yell. His fingers clench into a fist as he realizes this is his fault- Gabumon would be on the ground, safe, if Alberto hadn't needed a break from the others' babbling and had sat down here like a petulant child. He grits his teeth and shakes his head, eyes narrowing as he watches his partner's form growing smaller and smaller. "Ay, no. Gabumon..." Fishing his Digivice out of his pocket, he shakes it. "Work, maldita sea! You did for the other peasants, you will as well for me, Alberto Del Rio! The Mexican aristocrat!" But it remains lifeless in his hands and he looks up, swallowing down nauseated fear as Gabumon is now nothing more than a speck in the sky. "Ay, por favor, work!" He again shakes the device and growls when it once more fails to respond.
There's nothing he can do, the others are gone, Gabumon is who knows where by now, if still alive, and... He cranes his neck desperately once more, trying to spot something, anything, some way to save his partner. The only creature who hadn't yet been scared off by his attitude, his anger, anything. Even Ricardo had eventually left, not that he blames the ring announcer in hindsight, but still... "Failure, that is all I am anymore," he grunts, eyes locked on the sky. "In matches... as a partner... Gabumon, lo siento... You deserved a better partner-" And just like that, it happens- a bright light shoots out of his Digivice, startling him so much that he almost drops the vibrating item. Realizing what's finally going on, he clings to it, watching where the beam of energy disappears into the clouds. Roars and Gabumon's voice echoes down, hinting towards his Digivolving, and Alberto wonders what his partner will look like, hoping that it's something impressive, before there's an ugly scream overhead and he ducks once more just in case as a shadow streaks not far from where he's standing, crashing into the ground with a terrible, grinding sound.
When he finally looks up, he gets a good look at Diatrymon, the knife like claws poking out of his feet, the vicious feathers that look more like spikes digging into the ground, and beady eyes struggling to focus on him as the avian fights to sit up, regain traction on the tore up ground. He doesn't get the opportunity, however, as there's a wide, four legged blue and white streak just inches away from where Alberto's standing that slams directly into Diatrymon, causing the Digimon to arch up and yell in agony once more, Alberto blinking in surprise. The large animal lands on the ground gracefully, ridding the man of his breath. "Gabumon?"
"Garurumon," he corrects in little more than a wolf-like growl, inclining his head towards Alberto. "I Digivolved, thanks to you." Alberto nods blankly, examining the durable body of his partner, strong and something that no one in their right minds would be too eager to mess with. Blue stripes break up what would otherwise be white fur with light blue bleeding in here and there, and all in all he looks pretty ferocious, teeth poking out from his snarling lips.
Diatrymon, however, isn't ready to give it up yet, forcing himself up to face his opponent. "Destruction roar!" he screams, earshattering sound waves slicing through the ground to head towards them, Garurumon immediately leaping forward and landing between Alberto and the attack.
"Howling blaster!" Blue flames pour from his wide jaws, overwhelming the squeeching attack and engulfing it, becoming one with it before slamming into Diatrymon, horrible screams of pain issuing from him before he shatters into little pieces of data. Garurumon looks pleased, as relieved as Alberto's feeling, and he slowly settles down on his haunches, staring over at Alberto. "Get on, we'll catch up with the others in no time now."
Alberto nods, gingerly doing as his partner had suggested, though he's not sure where to hold onto once he's up. Although once Garurumon leaps forward, he instinctively wraps his arms around the large Digimon's neck, holding on with everything in him as he's jostled nearly off of the beast's back. Garurumon doesn't complain once as they bound through the sand towards the others, Alberto finally feeling like he can breathe normally once more. Perhaps not so much of a failure after all...
