Things had started off so promising. Defeating four of the creatures pretending to be their friends had led to a confidence boost that had, ultimately, worked against them. Despite being somewhat less outnumbered by now, it's still five on three and soon, Shakamon, Seraphimon and Vajaramon are down, unable to move, or protect their partners.
Mervamon walks over and laughs at Ricardo and Punk, their digimon too young, too inexperienced to help. She reaches out for Mokumon and Punk's eyes immediately flash as he pulls the baby creature out of her range. This seems to only annoy her further because she claws at Punk's face instead, leaving long, awful looking slices along his nose, to his mouth. Ricardo receives much the same, and she painstakingly makes her way through the line of digidestined, leaving them all with some sign of her cruelty: instantly forming bruises, cuts, anything her warped mind can think of.
Kyubimon is struggling to get up, assist, when Slayerdramon lunges forward, slams her back down and threatens her with his swords of flame, the heat so intense that even AJ can feel it from as far away as she's standing. "Kyubimon," she sobs, reaching out for her partner but unable to do something...
They're all frozen in this fresh hell when the arena backdoor opens and everyone falls silent, looking up as Shinsuke Nakamura ambles out. He seems undisturbed by what's going on before him, breathing out loudly as he digs his hands into the pockets of his suit jacket. "What is... this?" he asks, his English still slow, a little faulty. He starts to laugh. "I recognize you. I recognize this. A digimon battle? Here? Brazen. But I cannot allow it."
For a moment, all that there is is a flash of flame and then some shadow runs through each of the remaining evil digimon, leaving them dying as their skin boils and their screams rent the air before disappearing. Shinsuke then smiles at them. "You may find your friends easily now." Winking, he turns and leaves.
Zack swallows hard. "What just happened, bros?"
Everyone shakes their heads, the remaining digidestined rushing to check their partners, try to figure out what exactly this weird man could possibly mean for them.
