Heath, and Wade are wandering through the latest arena, Wade trying to find Truth. "I can't bloody believe this," he grouses again and again to Heath, who keeps attempting to show sympathy no matter how many times he says the same thing. "Three weeks to Wrestlemania and I don't have my bloody belt. This is mortifying."

"I know. It sucks, man," he says quietly, glancing over where Dolph and Zack are staring at something.

"I can't believe you still have one of these, kid. And it works?"

Zack looks smug as Heath wanders over, Wade standing a few feet away. "What is it?"

"Tamagotchi," he says proudly. "And it's still playable, bro!" He presses buttons, music bleeping from the small machine, when Heath feels a flash of warmth and... something explodes behind them, knocking him forward. "What-?!"

He's on his feet and turned around quickly, finding Wade blown back against the wall. He looks frightened but Heath is quickly distracted by a flash of blue- at first he thinks it's bug but then his Digivice rattles to life and Lopmon frees himself, landing on Heath's shoulder. "Heath, there's a Digimon! It came out of Zack's game! I sensed it as soon as it appeared, it's really strong-"

"It's tiny!"

"That doesn't matter!" Lopmon cries, landing on the ground. "We need to find him, he could go anywhere in this arena-"

"I'll find 'im, I'll stomp him with my boot," Heath promises, searching the ground.

"Heath-" Lopmon's warning is cut off by another, quieter plead of his name. He turns to find Wade staring desperately at him, a glowing energy wave held against his throat.

He stares in horror for a moment before squinting, finally spotting the Digimon resting on Wade's shoulder, the blue streak proving to be his claw. "One wrong move," he finally speaks, his voice full of reverb and static, "and I will shred his throat like cheese."

Heath and Lopmon exchange pained glances before looking helplessly back at Wade. "Just do something," the British man hisses, prefering to move than just stand here, waiting for the Digimon to do something.

Lopmon waits until Heath nods in reluctant agreement, immediately leaping up and twisting around. "Petit Twister!" The tornado that forms is normally a small attack but for an already tiny creature, it's enough to knock him from Wade's shoulder, Heath relieved to see that he'd only had the time to make a small knick in Wade's flesh.

He barely notices that when Lopmon cries out in pain, slashes forming all over her body. "Lopmon!" he cries out, unable to do anything as the mysterious Digimon swarms him. Regular Digivolution doesn't work in the real world and Wade is still working at stopping the slight bleeding from his neck. "Dammit, dammit, dammit," Heath grunts. "Come on..."

Lopmon is trying to fight back but without knowing where the pixelated creature is coming from, he's helpless.

Heath, sick of watching as more data streams from his partner, turns and kicks the nearest wall angrily, shaking his head desperately. "Think of something," he demands himself, eyes squinted shut when there's a sudden flash of light and he stares at it in shock, even Wade looking up in surprise. "Hey- what..." A yellow globe floats towards him with a wing-shape forming out of it, a swirly shape etched into the side. He instinctively grabs it and clings to it as a fresh stream of power forms between his fingers. "Wha-...?"

"Armor Digivolution," Wade mumbles as Heath's Digivice reacts, the glow spreading into Lopmon.

His cuts and injuries heal as he cries out, "Lopmon Armor Digivolve to..." His small body strips into data before reforming into a four legged creature covered in flames, his claws and teeth bared as he rears towards the small Digimon who finally hesitates. "Lynxmon, the everlasting flame of Fate!"

Despite their vast size differences, the miniscule Digimon seems undisturbed. "Double Crescent Mirage!"

Shock waves impact against Lynxmon but he shakes them off, determined to not lose so quickly after reaching this form. "THERMAL MANE!" he yells, intense flames surrounding the area.

Wade pulls Heath away from one of the closest waves of flame and they watch in awe as the small creature is incinerated, his scratchy screams eventually fading into nothing. Immediately the flames dissipate and Lynxmon releases a breath, de-digivolving back to Lopmon. He's still healed but it's obvious he feels weak, collapsing at Heath's feet.

Immediately the Digidestined leans down and picks him up. "You alright, Lopmon?"

"Tired," he murmurs, peeking an eye open. "I should go back in the Digivice now, right?"

"If you want, yeah, probably." Heath squeezes him. "Thanks for helpin' out, Lopmon." Once he's safely back in his Digivice, Heath turns back to Wade and examines his neck with a frown, Dolph and Zack hesitantly walking around the burnt ground towards them.

"Bros, what was that?"

"No idea," Heath shrugs. "Lopmon said it came from your Tamagotchi though."

Zack picks his game up from where he'd dropped it and shakes it, frowning. "Are you serious, bro?"

"I told you those things would be bad for your health, kid," Dolph says, clapping him on the back as he looks at it, confused.