Seth stares ahead grimly as he walks ahead of the others, his briefcase thudding against his leg every other step. He imagines that none of the others would agree with him, but he can't help considering himself the defacto leader of the group, and it rankles at him. In only the last few weeks, they'd lost three of the group, two to firings and one to injury. Earth bound Digidestined, he sneers to himself, remembering how Luke had tried to explain it when Ricardo had been taken out of the group.

Obviously he had no control over the situation, but even so, it irks him. Especially when, even though he's in a completely different world, he still feels the need to look over his shoulder just in case Ambrose should appear out of nowhere and attack, however illogical that would be. He sighs and turns back to glance at the others, who are all walking along either lost in thought or talking lowly to their Digimon partners. AJ and Miz have their titles, but the rest of them are empty handed, and for a wild moment, Seth is envious of them, although he'd do nothing that would risk his briefcase.

He's replaying what Luke had said involving this mission- how a Digimon had struggled all the way from the virus zone in an attempt to get away, just to delete at Luke's feet, only just managing a warning about what's going on before fading away into strips of data. The warning, that there's a large Digimon rampaging in the virus zone, seems commonplace now, almost normal. After all, the only reason they come to the Digiworld is to assist in situations like this.

He's distracted momentarily by the sun gleaming against a nearby body of water, unsurprised to find that Betamon is staring in that direction too... when everything grows still. Too still. He stops short and looks up, uncertain what's going on but not liking the sudden vibe he's getting. "What-"

"Shh," Betamon hisses lowly, the two of them turning slowly to look and see if the others have noticed something. Based on the looks on their faces, they have, and the seven of them group together, glancing this way and that, their Digimon prepared to defend them against whatever may be coming. None of them speak, taking Betamon's warning to heart, so they all hear when there's a faint thud behind them, on the other side of the water.

Seth swallows and turns, Betamon following suit, and so they're the first ones to get a look at what's looming. It's a massive Digimon, larger than anything they've ever seen before, even from this distance. Its body looks like a meteor, beady eyes staring at them from a strange viking like armored helmet. Large arms and legs formed out of intense flames are the only other obvious features in his body, and all in all he makes for a terrifying presence.

"Whoa," Miz mutters from near Seth. The former member of the Shield finds that he can't help agreeing with him. Whoa describes the angry looking Digimon to a T. They're all still standing there, frozen, when the creature moves. Hops clean over the ocean and lands before them, knocking them all over.

Seth gasps, looking up at him as the others try to scramble away, making it impossible for any of them to move away as they all stumble against each other and block the path. "Damn," he breathes out, overwhelmed by the heat coming from the evil creature.

"Fused Ancient Volcamon." After stating his name in an awed whisper, Betamon panics when the massive Digimon continues leering at them silently, danger in his gaze. "Electric shock!" But the attack only grazes the Digimon, making him even angrier.

Before Seth can act, Betamon is snagged in those massively large arms of flame and dragged up to his level, the two of them staring at each other. He's just scrambled to a crouching position when, with a roar, Fused Ancient Volcamon sends Betamon backwards into the water, the small rookie Digimon immediately sinking beneath the drink, unconscious. All the briefcase holder can do is gape as his partner disappears and the terrible Digimon now turns his attention to him and the others, an evil sneer on his face. "Betamon," Seth breathes, a numb kind of fear coursing through him. "No..." But his worry for his partner drifts into the further recesses of his mind as the Digimon that Betamon had labeled as Fused Ancient Volcamon stares down at him, clearly unimpressed with what he sees. But Seth doesn't waver, no matter how unsettled he is, the others trying to find their bearings enough to get away. If Fuse Ancient Volcamon cares, however, he doesn't show it, his sneer growing even uglier as he looks down at the young Digimon and their vulnerable, human partners.

Seth's failure reinforcing itself in his mind as he replays what just happened to Betamon, he finds his feet and holds his arms out, his skin-tight clothes clinging to him with each movement. He really doesn't like any of the wrestlers behind him, but his internal sense of leadership- something that had made his once upon a time leave The Shield for the betterment of Dean and Roman's relationship- is fueling his actions now.

Fused Ancient Volcamon's incredulous stare and mocking laughter does little to dissuade him as he stares up at him. "What do you think you're going to do, little man?" he rumbles.

"I think I'm going to stop you," he declares, his eyes narrowing as stale breath gusts against him, almost enough on its own to send him back to his knees.

Fused Ancient Volcamon really laughs at this one, jagged ugly teeth revealed with each shift of his lips, but Seth still holds his ground, unperturbed... until a bright light comes from his pocket, even visible despite the brilliant sunshine. Seth gapes as it travels over the humored Digimon and slices through the water until it finally makes contact with something, the force of it sending water arcing through the sky. He thinks it has to be Betamon, a hopeful feeling coursing through his veins, but the creature that breaks the surface isn't what he's expecting, a large, sleak sea creature with a red fin. A golden mask covers half of its face with only holes for intense, blue eyes, and as it turns to stare at the menacing Digimon, it too doesn't waver once. "Ice Blast!"

Somehow it works. The subzero temperatures that are so intense that Seth starts to shiver despite his closeness to the flame Digimon and it's clear to tell when it's working because Fused Ancient Volcamon's body starts to get coated in ice chards, his control over himself failing. His struggles to free himself from Betamon's Digivolution's attack fails and he shifts into two separate Digimon, one of which is deleted outright by the ice. The other, however, a smaller version of Fused Ancient Volcamon remains and glares at them all before turning and bounding away, escaping as quickly as he'd appeared.

Seth swallows and walks towards the water, looking up at the sea snake who is peering down at him. "Betamon?"

"Seadramon," he offers with a low grunt, leaning in closer before nuzzling into Seth, his cool, slimy body feeling good against the wrestler's sweaty skin as he wraps his arms around his gold mask.

"I'm glad you're ok," he breathes. "When you fell underwater..."

Seadramon smirks at him and for a moment, Betamon's loyalty is clear in his expression. "It's not that easy to get rid of me, Seth. I promise."

Seth nods. "I'm glad." And he really is- friends are rare, especially for him since he had turned his back on the brothers he had once cared for, so he's far from ready to give Betamon up.