While the other group try to find Enzo, Miz and the others find themselves picking up the slack and going to other cries for help that their digivices pinpoint them towards. Their digimon trail behind them, no one seeming that thrilled with the unending list of red dots on the digivices. "What is going on?" Miz mumbles, shaking the silver plated item, a part of him hoping that it will be enough to break it, make it malfunction, anything to give them a break. Alas, it doesn't work and they trek on to the next, and the next, and the next, doing their best to clear away troublemakers in villages.

Their partners are tired. Hell, they themselves are too. It's torture to carry on like this, and Mike thinks he would've given up a long time ago, if not for Heath Slater's obnoxious insistence that they save as many as they can and Ziggler's not so subtle prodding that Miz isn't digidestined material nor champion material. He's in the middle of another of these unending smug-filled rants when the ground shakes and everyone freezes. One minute, they're all standing there gaping and the next, a huge axe slams into the ground between them and sends them scattering. How none of them have gotten hit, Mike isn't sure as he struggles to brush sand from his eyes, staring up at the monsterous creature that is nothing but sharp edges and grey armor. "Oh shit," he breathes out, suddenly feeling like he's in the middle of a horror movie.

"What is that?" Ziggler demands, coughing up sand and grime as he leans up on his elbows and stares at the hideous digimon looming over them.

"Skull Knightmon," Patamon cries out. "We all need to digivolve- now!" For a few moments, the bright lights coming from the digivices as energy is exchanged seems to distract the large creature, but soon he's back to attacking, swatting at the larger digimon as they fly around him, try to find weak points and attack them to keep him down. None of their partners had had the strength to digivolve to their strongest forms, which worries the digidestined, but there's not much they can do but watch.

And grimace or cry out when their partners slowly get taken out one by one. "Oh dammit!" Mike yells, not wanting to die here, staring at where Cyberdramon is laying a few feet away. None of the other partners are faring any better, most barely moving or breathing or responding to their partners' despairing calls.

"We need to do something," Dean grunts, holding his digivice out. "Pick one digimon, we'll give him all of our energy." The others stare at him in confusion before looking at their partners. Most had returned to rookie or baby forms, leaving only Mike's partner in his digivolved form. "Justimon can take Skull Knightmon, hopefully," Ambrose concludes, aiming his digivice at Mike's. The others follow suit, an impressive rainbow of energy striking the screen of Mike's digivice and transferring the power to Cyberdramon, causing him to digivolve the rest of the way into Justimon.

Skull Knightmon seems unimpressed, slashing his axe at the newly digivolved creature, but Justimon evades and then punches almost clean through the evil digimon, the energy from all of the others just enough fuel to overpower him to the point that he can't quite control it. Skull Knightmon's eyes bulge out before he starts to delete, Justimon pulling his hand out of the mess of armor and everything else that it's trapped in before collapsing, Monodramon laying there motionless. As soon as Skull Knightmon is gone, Mike ventures forward and collects his partner, relieved that it had ended as well- and as quickly- as it had.

"I think we need to call it a day," he says. "We won't be help to anyone if we get hurt or these guys get deleted."

It's awful to leave those blinking alerts unassisted, but they have no real choice right now.