The village they go to is a madhouse. There are no digimon around as far as the eye can see, the walls are scorched with weird globs of awful looking things that Dolph doubts he'd ever want to determine the origin of, and the whole damn thing is just the most eerie thing he's experienced in a long, long while. It's not until they walk closer to the entrance that it happens- a flash of yellow streaks past Dolph and hits the ground at his feet, sizzling against the grass. He gawks at it before a minute before he hears a hissed groan at his side and turns to find Zack gripping his arm, teeth gritted. "Kid?"
"Something," he breathes. "Something hit me. It burns, bro." His green eyes are wide, horrified, and something deep inside twists in Dolph as he approaches and grips Zack's hands. "No, no, bro, please-"
Dolph insists, however, pulling until Zack allows him to see the spot, Dolph's breath whooshing out between his teeth. "Dammit, kid," he mumbles, closing his eyes as he hears more splats of the viscous liquid hit the ground around him and the others, not surprised when Dean curses out darkly, clearly hit. He can't take his focus off of Zack though, watching as the liquid eats away at more of his flesh. "Kid..."
"Hurts, bro," he hisses.
"I know." Turning, Dolph eyes the surrounding area, trying to find what's causing these attacks. It takes a bit for his eyes to adjust and finally he realizes what it is, staring at the cluster of little, yellow Digimon who keep attacking non-stop, blowing poisonous bubbles at them, the cause of the liquid that are eating at the walls and anything else it touches. Like Zack's arm. He swallows hard and stares down at Impmon. "Get them," he orders briskly. Dean and Del Rio have clearly both been hit, kneeling down and trying to figure out a way to stop the agony, but Dolph is more concerned with Zack at the moment.
Impmon digivolves into Wizardmon, quickly aiming his staff at the baby digimon. It seems unfortunate to attack them, and delete them when they're so young, but it's clear that they're not in control of their actions, determined to destroy everything around them. So he attacks and slowly wipes out the entire line of creatures, trying not to dwell too hard on the things he's having to do to survive, to encourage everyone else's survival. As soon as it's done, as soon as the Zurumon are deleted, he turns to the digidestined and rests a hand over Zack's arm, staring at Dolph. "I'm not sure if I'll be able to, but I can try to heal him," he offers, lifting his magical staff up into the air.
Dolph immediately nods, rubbing a hand along Zack's back soothingly as his breath hitches painfully. "Yes, do it," he whispers, watching closely as Wizardmon raises his staff and focuses, closing his eyes. Time slowly passes and Zack's breath stabilizes, his shoulders relax under Dolph's finger and his color slowly recovers. "Kid?"
Zack nods slowly. "Just gimme a minute," he breathes out, the phantom pain still haunting him. Dolph nods and turns to watch as Wizardmon walks over to the others and begins to heal them as well, Alberto cursing at him until his back is normal once more, Dolph chuckling under his breath before turning back to Zack. "I'm good, bro," he murmurs, eyes clearer now.
Dolph breathes easier now too. "Great, kid," he says. "C'mon. Let's get out of here." The others are slowly regrouping as well, and all seem eager to go as well. Wizardmon only dedigivolves once they arrive at the digiport, and none of them notice the shadowy form off in the distance, watching them closely.
