Seth has felt off of his game since Luke had brought in Dean Ambrose and put them in groups of two to encourage teamwork or some nonsense like that. Something that the WWE World Heavyweight Champion stopped finding worthwhile a long time ago, when his career was beginning to stall because he was allowing his brothers in The Shield to hold too much power over him and his choices. He hopes that the same thing won't happen this time but considering Luke has placed him with Dean, he might not have a choice if they're going to have a real chance at saving this world and the Digimon.

He peers back over at the other man, wondering just how bad the beating would be if Dean could hear his thoughts. They'd formed a somewhat uneasy team since Seth had been poisoned, but it doesn't mean it'll last even short term. Their continued issues in WWE easily bleed over outside of the ring, and he's surprised every time they have a moment without arguing. At least our Digimon get along, he thinks, watching as Betamon carries BabyDmon around on his head, the two giggling over something.

"Where the hell is this place?" he finally snaps, impatient and tired of trudging alongside Dean, neither of them trusting the other enough to walk ahead or behind. Stares incredulously at the screen, "I swear if this thing is malfunctioning already, I'm going to give Luke a piece of my mind for ruining my day-"

"Oh please, what else do you have to do? More crossfit nonsense?" Dean rolls his eyes and picks under his nails as he shuffles along, the grass slowly thinning out as they approach another village. "We'll find something, or we won't, who cares? As long as this village is safe, that's the important thing."

Seth's about to retort, belittle Dean's exercise choices, when Betamon and BabyDmon both freeze, staring suspiciously at the village. "Hey, wait, stop-" he snaps, hair on the back of his neck standing up straight as he feels something... off about the area. "AMBROSE! Dammit listen to me!" But his former teammate jitters away from his grip and continues on towards the village to check on those inside, when...

Seth hisses as a sharp wind blows past him, whipping his hair back with the force of it. "What the fffff..." His voice drifts away as a large arm comes out of nowhere and snags the man... Almost immediately massive tendrils drop down, engulfing Dean entirely. "Shit!" Betamon is frozen at his feet, BabyDmon whimpering and mumbling in his babyish voice. "Dean! Idiot, I told you to listen to me!" His hands are shaking as he approaches, not sure what he's going to find. "Betamon, you gotta Digivolve," he commands halfway there. "Now, hurry."

His partner is tense, watching. "Seth, it's another... another Arkadimon. Adult form." Seth follows the arm up to a hideous looking, flesh tone colored creature with red nails and, of course, the tendrils. Eyes as beady and red as one would expect, he flicks his tail around and digs his black nails into the ground, hissing and clicking noises coming from his mouth.

"Then I guess this means Heath's around here somewhere, huh?" Seth remembers the look on Wade's face when, first, he had to tell them that his partner- his best friend- was taken, and then again when Heath was spotted at the sight of the attack on Luke's zone recently. His jaw tightens as he thinks about Dean being possessed in a similiar fashion, tilting his face towards Betamon. "You need to Digivolve. Now."

This time, Betamon listens and Seadramon appears before long, snapping his jaw at Arkadimon Adult Form as he merely rolls his eyes and clicks his nails, his tendrils tightening around Ambrose's prone body. "Dammit," Seth hisses. Seadramon flies forward and blasts Arkadimon with icy water, it working minimally as his body becomes encrusted with ice. Beyond that, however, he seems undisturbed by it and Dean continues to be held by his tendrils. "Come on!"

Seadramon shakes off his vague surprise at the ice not working, streaking through the air and coiling around Arkadimon like a snake, this causing his tendrils to tighten even more. Seth grits his teeth upon realizing this, but there's little he can do... until Seadramon digivolves into MegaSeadramon, his much larger body whipping around until he's facing where Dean had stood only minutes earlier, his sharp horn slicing against the tendrils and shattering them like they're nothing, particles of data streaming in the air.

As Arkadimon thrashes and screams out in pain, Seth lunges forward and grips Dean under the shoulders, dragging him to safety. Once sure that his partner and Dean is safe, MegaSeadramon writhes around once more and stabs his horn straight through Armadimon's body, sending electricity through the wound and destroying him from the inside out. As his data drifts away, MegaSeadramon shrinks back into Betamon and gives a full-body shudder before running back towards Seth and Dean. "Is he-?"

Dean's pale, his breathing is much too slow and weak, and Seth holds him close, not liking any of this. "Asshole," he hisses. "You don't get to do this. I didn't go through all of that just for you to die. Now come the hell on!" He forms a fist and presses it against Dean's sternum, trying to force his body to instinctively suck in oxygen to replace what he'd been denied while held in those tentacles. "Come on, you idiot. Breathe, do it. I'm not returning, like Barrett, and telling them you died in this stupid village. Come on!" He slams his fist down on Dean's chest this time and, eyes widening in shock, watches as Dean whips up, coughing and choking, grabbing his throat as he struggles to breathe normally.

Once he can speak again, he looks over at Seth, eyes wide and a little manic. "Ow," is all he says before falling back, still weak. He's sprawled over Seth's legs now, body wracked by faint tremors, and Seth keeps his comments to himself, almost relieved to feel him breathing and shifting. "Dammit to hell, what was that?"

"That was you not listening to me when I told you to stop." Seth groans and shakes his head, starting to hate the man once more. "Why can you never listen to me?!"

Dean rolls his eyes and twists around, pressing his face in Seth's shirt for a minute. "Shut up," he mumbles. "Why'm I so cold..."

"You almost died," Seth mumbles, realizing that his tremors are actually shivers. He roughly rubs his hand between Dean's shoulderblades, trying to remember the last time he'd bothered to touch him like this. He releases a breath, unable to recall, but it doesn't matter now. "I guess we're even now. You saved me from poison, and I saved you from... this..." He flaps a hand around, unsure how to describe everything he'd just seen.

Dean sits up and scrubs a hand over his face, nodding tensely. "Right. I guess this is where you'd expect me to thank you." Wild blue eyes boring into Seth's, he sneers. "You'll be waitin' for awhile, Rollins." As he scrambles up to his feet, ignoring his body's weakness and lack of coordination, he scoops up his Digimon and heads back the way they came.

"Of course," Seth mumbles before leaning down so Betamon can scramble up on his shoulder before they trudge after Dean, in no hurry to catch up with the still much too pale man.