It had happened so suddenly, Alberto couldn't remember when exactly he'd gone from walking with the group to here, slumped against a cool, wet cavern wall. He's not alone, the others lined up on either side of him. Remembers a deep pain stabbing down his back, his injuries from wrestling screaming out anew. His only relief is that that perro Wade Barrett isn't around, glaring and hissing insults about his abrupt exile from the League of Nations after Wrestlemania, but that means instead he's stuck with these three- Ambrose, Ziggler and Ryder-, all struggling to make sense of what happened. Trying to focus on the cluster of water digimon scattered around at their feet.
Coelamon, Alberto thinks he remembers seeing them before over the years that they've been doing this- God, it's already been two years?- and he tries to squirm, tries to free himself... but something unseen is pinning his wrists to the rocks and if he struggles any further, he's sure to slice his wrists up. Gritting his teeth, he looks over for Gabumon and thinks he sees his fur in the half-light, off to the side, limp and lifeless. Scraping his shoes against the dirt and the grime, he tries to find some purchase, anyway to attack the water creatures, but fails. Their laughter grates at him and he wants to kick, to scream, but knows it'll probably only make things worse.
He drops his head back against the rocks and tries to ignore the sharp bite of pain as pebbles crumble down around him. He hates this, the multiple injuries and indignities of being held hostage, his life put at risk... the only comfort he has is, with Ricardo out of the business, he is usually safe from all of this... but still. He grimaces and looks up, taking in the uncomfortable circumstances. "Destiny," he sighs. He had known from a young age he was meant for impressive, special things... but this? Honestly?
His eyes are slipping closed, exhaustion and general disgust in the whole situation washing over him... when something tugs at him, keeping him from falling asleep. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought it was Ricardo, but Ricardo isn't here. Hasn't been here in a very long time. Still, it's enough to drag him back to consciousness and he realizes. There's a stone in his hand, and it's glowing, it's bright, and it's the most beautiful thing he's seen in a very long time.
The Coelamon are chattering, distressed by what he's found- or what's found him-, and then Gabumon is stirring. Gabumon is standing up, Gabumon is glowing. It's not the usual evolution, it's something... new, it's something incredible. He grows long, and lean, becoming a holy creature with soft eyes, pawing at the ground with his paws as he intones, "Pegasusmon," as if introducing himself to them, which Alberto decides is unneccessary. He feels as though he's known this digimon his entire life.
The water creatures hiss, attack with water and claws, Pegasusmon deftly flying over them before shaking his massive head and blasting stars at them that explode upon contact. As the six beasts cry and scream in agony, Pegasusmon stomps onto the ground before them, focusing until a bright blue beam shoots from his forehead and slams into them, deleting them one by one. At ease now, Alberto's partner trots over to them and, one by one, bites the binds holding them, freeing all four of them.
Alberto eyes him in awe. "Gracias," he says, feeling subdued and humbled in this creature's presence.
"You are welcome," Pegasusmon tells him somberly before shining bright and returning to Gabumon with no warning. "Can we go home now?"
Alberto nods, seeing some of Pegasusmon's wisdom lurking in Gabumon's solid gaze. "Si, we definitely can."
