Seth is sprawled on the ground, glass raining down against his bare arms. All he can do is watch as the group of them are blown away, knocked off of their feet and left vulnerable as the massive Digimon stands over Heath and snarls down at him. "What is that?" he whispers, unsurprised when his Digivice slowly comes to life, Betamon appearing next to him while the monster is distracted. "Do you know?" he asks, trying to ignore the guilt welling up within him for so abruptly forcing his partner back into the Digivice with no warning.
"Yes," Betamon breathes. "He's known as Breakdramon... That particular Digimon is more machine than organic, and the rumors are that because of that, they lose most of his emotions. He's a cruel killing machine. The fact that he's on earth... Seth, this isn't good. We need to try to do something... he's about to kill Heath!"
Seth sees it, one of the creature's metallic arms close to touching a frozen Heath, but he's not sure what to do about it, while they're all down and out. He's about to tell Betamon to go ahead, try to help, when a female voice breaks through his thoughts. "TEAR SHOOT!"
He looks up, shocked to find Wade Barrett standing not far away, his icy blue eyes narrowed warningly as the water attack from Lunamon slams into the much larger Breakdramon and startles him just enough that his massive arms retreat from Heath, the ginger still frozen and gaping up in shock. Wade curses and rushes forward, gripping him with his good hand, trying to hoist him up without risking his surgically repaired arm. "Get up, you git!" he snaps, relieved when Heath revives and scrambles upwards, following him back towards Seth.
"How the hell did you get here?" Seth demands, certain that solo Digidestined can't access portals, a number of them need to be near a portal for it to open.
"It's very simple," he says, pointing a finger over his shoulder. "I didn't come alone."
Seth looks up to find Alberto Del Rio and Ricardo Rodriguez, with Gabumon and Veemon, standing in wait nearby. His shoulders slump in relief at the reinforcements. "I will never admit that I've said this to anyone, but... I'm glad to see you." He struggles slowly to his feet, relieved when this doesn't seem to attract the evil Digimon's focus anymore than anything else going on around them.
There's so much destruction around, it's hard to see what's just rubble and what may be hiding other members of the Digidestined. Seth worries about having time to unearth them all when Breakdramon is still leering down at them all, but this doesn't matter when the massive green Digimon shifts, ducks his large neck down to peer towards Seth and the former Digidestined. "Oh God," he mutters.
But it's more than Breakdramon that feels off to him in this entire situation. Betamon's claws are digging into Seth's legs, trying to get him to move, when Lunamon tries to bomb him with water again, but unlike the time before, he's expecting it and swats it away before slamming his fist into the ground with a massive crash that rattles everything in the vicinity with the force of an earthquake, sending the newly arrived Digidestined and Seth down to the ground yet again.
His eyes flutter for a moment and he realizes that all of the beatdowns and paranoia caused by Dean Ambrose has nothing on this- he'd much rather go back to the days before the cinderblocks, when he was always on the edge of losing it, keeping an eye out for Dean. At least then, the threat was human, something he could handle on his own, or maybe, in really desperate situations, with the Authority's assistance. This, though... he doesn't think ten of HHH's precious sledgehammers would make a difference.
"He can't Digivolve," Ricardo says abruptly, startling Seth as he looks over his shoulder at the former ring announcer. "Veemon..."
"Neither can Lunamon," Wade says grimly. Del Rio says nothing but it's clear by the frustration on his face that the same holds true for Gabumon. Their Digimon may not have had much of an opportunity against Breakdramon at a higher strength level, but they would all feel comfortable than keeping them at the child-like level they're at right now.
"What do we do now?" Ricardo whispers, sounding surprisingly young considering all of the things he's done since leaving the WWE.
No one has an answer, their eyes locked on Breakdramon's massive frame..
-x
"I feel bad things on the horizon," a tall Digimon riding on the back of a horse speaks up, his face, shoulders, waist and legs covered in golden armor. Likewise, his horse is covered in similar gold armor and a gigantic sword is gripped tightly in his hand.
Tankdramon looks up at him, not seeming too interested in what he's saying. "What do you wish me to do about it, Zanbamon?"
The horse digs his hooves into the ground, knickering uncomfortably, and Zanbamon reaches out to comfort him with a stroke of his fingers against his red flesh. "Check in with Luke, see if there's anything that can be done for the Digidestined there? I am aware things have been moving quickly but they have no idea what they're walking into-"
"That's the point," Tankdramon says coolly, clearly not impressed with the other Digimon's level of concern with the Digidestined's activity- in another world, no less. "They will sink or swim, we've done all we can for them. Weakness cannot be coddled by us, we have enough problems in our world without warning about some humans."
"But if they die, and we lose our only assistance in fighting through said problems, then what do we do?" But Tankdramon has no answer, which is clear by how he turns his back on Zanbamon and ignores whatever else he may have to say on the matter.
-x
The few of them that are conscious fight to their feet, not willing to die like this, without at least trying to fight through this terrible situation. The Digimon are overwhelmed by Breakdramon's shadow, much less he himself, but they wait and stare up at him, collecting their nerve so they can fight... at least die on their feet instead of in the dirt, if it should come to that. Which, unfortunately, is exactly what it seems to be leading to.
Seth's just made it to his feet, Betamon crawling up his side to wait and watch from his shoulder, the two of them trying to accept strength from the other, when he notices movement behind Breakdramon, a slight form brushing up alongside him. He thinks for a wild moment that it's another Digimon, but then he blinks, looks closer and he realizes who exactly he's looking at. He can barely find the breath to get the words out, and when he does, they sound strained and weak. "...AJ? What are you doing?"
The others twist to look at him, but the girl doesn't appear to hear him, her eyes dark and fixed somewhere over his head. She turns after a moment and smirks up at Breakdramon, the only sign she gives that there's any kind of life in her. "...Kill them," she finally speaks, her voice devoid of all emotions.
