Kevin Owens laughs. Cackles really. Today just couldn't get better; he retains against Reigns again, and now that idiot Seth Rollins gets himself kidnapped while lazing about in the water only a few feet away from them. Seriously, what the hell?

He exhales. Stares over at the others, who are staring back at him in some incredulous awe as if he's doing something terrible. "What?" he snaps at them, lifting his hands in a disinterested kind of shrug before marching away. As he goes, Enzo begins yapping at Cass and Alicia is clearly playing with her hair, frustrated and uncomfortable with the situation they find themselves in. He ignores all of it, however, determined to get as far away from all of this as possible.

Like he would ever voluntarily go to save Seth freakin' Rollins, after all. He's still repairing his reputation after helping to save Enzo a few weeks back. Bearmon's a good partner at least, loyal and stays with him until they're a good two miles away from the others, Owens' smirk all-encompassing and a little brittle. At least if Jericho was a digidestined, he could do something, have someone to talk to, feed off of their energy. But here, it's just him and this weird gaggle of Raw wrestlers.

He's just closed his eyes off of a muffled little sigh when Bearmon lets out this weird squawk, cry kind of thing that he's never heard from a bear... type... creature before, his gaze immediately sharpening when he realizes a towering female with a huge sword is before them, her other hand writhing as if alive, a purple tongue darting out of its jaws hungrily. "What the hell?!" he yells, almost yelling in French before catching himself, Bearmon gripping his pant leg and tugging.

She laughs. Holds her hand out towards him and blows, fine dust covering him and Bearmon. He's gone, floating on a ridiculous high, before he can even blink.