"Do ya ever feel like there's eyes on ya?" Heath asks out of nowhere. They'd been walking quietly enough, the Digimon giggling and playing amongst themselves sometimes, but he and Wade had been mostly quiet. Watchful.

Ever since Heath's kidnapping at the hands of Arkadimon, it'd been hard to see this place as innocent fun anymore. Sometimes, yeah, the battles brought up that old tightrope walk of adrenaline and danger that most of them contended with during wrestling matches, but it's different here. Rawer. Where most of the danger in a wrestling ring comes from wins and losses, with the rare torn ligament or broken bone, lives are at stake. Homes. Whole villages. It's a sobering realization and Wade hates it sometimes. That no matter where they go, or what they do, there's always someone out there trying to ruin things for someone else.

He sighs and glances at Heath. "What do you mean?" He wants to be alert, mindful of his partner's observation, but dammit... the thought of something else going wrong makes him feel so tired, deep to his core.

"Dunno, it just... feels off," Heath murmurs. "Can't you feel it?"

Wade's just shook his head when there's a flash of color and wind gusts through his hair, leaving him frozen as a massive bird-type Digimon rushes Heath, gouging his midsection and chest with its beak. The creature looks almost robotic in nature, its wings and claws especially metallic and sharp. Wade swallows hard as he looks down to find blood splattered at Heath's feet. "HEATH!" he yells out, running forward with Gatomon at his back.

"Lightning Paw!" It works, somehow, distracts the digimon away from Heath and opens him up to further attacks, Gatomon content to use everything at her arsenal to keep the digimon down., no matter how many times it tries to fight back. Until, that is, Gatomon is gripped by his claws and he flies high, high, so very high that Wade can barely see them as he applies pressure to Heath's sluggishly bleeding stomach.

Lopmon, unable to help in the air battle, even if he should digivolve, lays helplessly against Heath's shoulder and cries. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Heath. I didn't see him coming- I didn't..." Heath's dizzy and a little weak, but his touch is sure when he comforts Lopmon by stroking his fingers through his partner's fur.

"Shhhh," he soothes him. "I'm gonna be fine, it ain't your fault."

There's another flash as Gatomon's paw hits steel and then she's freefalling, freaking out, but Wade's waiting with his digimental. "Go!" he calls out to his partner, relieved when the round device in his hands becomes powerful data and then streams up into Gatomon, helping her to regain her Nerfertimon form and land gracefully a few feet away from where Heath and Wade are still slumped. She glances at them for a moment before turning to face her opponent. "Raptor Sparrowmon, you have reached the end of the road," she says calmly. "I will santify you... and your life will be reset."

But before she can say or do anything, the bird type digimon lunges at her with all of the speed he'd originally attacked Heath with. His beak tears into her wing, through it, leaving it a tattered mess and she gasps and screams out, nearly slumping on all fours as fresh data pours from the wound. "No! Nefertimon!" Wade cries out.

She may not be able to fly but she can still fight, and she proves it by shooting off rapid, pain induced beams of energy that blasts again and again where Fly Sparrowmon goes until finally she tricks him and her blasts impact with his side and back, downing him immediately. He crashes not that far from where Heath and Wade are still crounching, her eyes narrowed on him as she opens her mouth wide and releases a large beam of light that destroys him immediately.

Heath is barely strong enough to make it back to Luke's, much less earth, after all of his blood loss, but he succeeds and Wade sees him back to his apartment, hesitating in the doorway as Heath kicks his shoes and jeans off and crawls into bed, the wounds on his chest still disturbingly visible in the soft light of the mood. They stare at each other for a few moments, Heath clearly desperate to go to sleep, when Wade clears his throat and walks inside, shutting the door behind him. "I'm gonna clear those off, and then you can rest," he says simply, going through the bathroom counter until he finally finds what he needs. "This is gonna sting," he warns.

"It's fine," Heath mumbles, gritting his teeth. "Do what you gotta."

Wade offers him a small, pained smile before going ahead with it, trying not to seem too fretful over Heath' struggling agony against the white hot pain in his chest. "You're ok, you're ok," he mumbles, finally finishing and laying Heath back down. He watches him sleep for a moment before smirking darkly. "I say and do a lot of things that probably makes you think I hate you sometimes," he admits to Heath's unconscious form. "But I really do appreciate havin' you as my apartner in all of this madness." Pulling away, he sighs. "Have a good night, Heath."