The digimon is tall. Towers over Alicia even when she still has her shoes on, and more so once she loses them in an attempt to flee. Red armor covers its body, it has guns instead of legs, and wispy, black whip like wings writhe out of its back. She doesn't know how to explain it but Palmon is frozen in fear and so is she, the sound of gunfire still fresh in their ears. The remaining Raw digidestined had ducked for cover, leaving her out in the open- she doesn't blame them, if she had acted any faster, she'd not be in this situation either, but here she is, and here this digimon is, and-

"Magna Kidmon, please," Palmon begs. "You don't have to do anything-"

This is met with derision, laughter. "Oh but I do," he whispers, leaning down to look them both in the eye. "And nothing, and no one can stop me!" More bullets rain upon the ground, embedding in the rocky outcrop surrounding them.

Palmon tries, she definitely does, fights through the fear and pain to digivolve and dash at Magna Kidmon- just to be rebuffed by firey attacks that leaves her screaming until she loses power and returns back to Palmon, her skin blistering and close to cracking into little pieces of data from the pure heat of the gunfire.

Alicia is sprawled out, barefooted and sobbing, when Magna Kidmon approaches her, tsking almost condescendingly under his breath. "Poor child," he mumbles, hoisting her up and taking off into the air with her.

After things have been quiet for awhile, the other digidestined make their way out and stare around at the ground, filled with spent bullets and casings, charred and smoking from all of the gunfire. "Alicia's gone," Enzo says needlessly, the others all thinking the same thing.

"Shit..."