Dean feels antsy. He's not sure why, but there's an odd vibe in the air. The Rumble has passed, he's going to be in the elimination chamber in a week's time, and yet... nothing feels right. He adjusts his title belt, he glances down at Otamamon, and he exhales roughly. "Something's wrong."
His partner nods, feeling it too. The others are scattered around, handling nearby blips on the maps their digivice provides them with, nothing too serious that they couldn't handle it individually, but still. Dean's rethinking letting them separate. Unfortunately, what's done is done and, despite his unease, things are progressing well. The flashing red lights are going out one by one, which means they'll be able to leave soon and-
An explosion. The earth shudders under his feet and everything goes topsy turvy as Dean hits the ground, blood trickling down his face from small, pinpricks of little cuts all along his eyebrow and up into his hairline. He groans and looks up, finding a small Digimon, only a little taller than Otamamon, standing with a hammer. He looks like a puppet without its master, wooden beams crisscrossing along his back, but there's a confident swagger about him despite his size and another strike of his hammer causes Dean to rear away in pain, his hands throbbing from where the hammer had struck. "Son of a bitch!" he yells out, Otamamon acting quickly at this.
Gesomon forms out of the bright light of digivolution and smacks Shoutmon away, the fused digimon almost laughing at the strike. "Not strong enough," he singsongs. "I'm coming for you, Dean!" But Gesomon is having none of it, smacking away the hammer with his massive appendages, and then taking it further by thrusting one clear through Shoutmon, deleting him entirely. For his size, it's an enormous amount of data that pours from his disappearing body and Dean almost feels sickened by it before recalling- fusion digimon, two in one, all of that data needing somewhere to go. This is what happens when two creatures are deleted at once.
"Messed up," he mumbles, pulling himself to his feet as Gesomon dedigivolves. "What was that about?"
"I have no idea," his partner says. "But I'm glad I could stop whatever it is."
Dean hoists Otamamon up. Strokes his head while they wait for the others to join them. "Me too, partner. Me too."
