Miz laughs. "I tried to tell you all. He fails as a Digidestined, and then he falls apart in the wrestling ring. The guy's worthless." Jason's gone missing. The others are worried, but Mike, not so much. Well, Cass also is gone, and Enzo doesn't seem so thrilled about that, his eyes wide and darting around, but he keeps quiet.
Mike is still laughing to himself when the others grow tired of hearing him and leave, heading for the next spot on the map bleeding red, another village in need of assistance. He blinks once he realizes he's alone and moves to follow them- just for the wind to pick up mysteriously. He pauses and looks around- just to be thrown onto his back, blinking up at the blue sky overhead. "What the-?"
Monodramon takes over his vision, tries to push him up. "I think we're in trouble-" Then he's blown away and all Mike can do is gape. The wind is coming from a white bodied humanoid creature, eyes covered by a mask, and both hands holding up a large pinwheel that seems to be trapped in perpetual motion from the wind that it's constantly funneling out. "Mike! I need to digivolve!" his partner cries, Mike quickly finding where his digivice has skittered, and holding it up.
Justimon flies gracefully, dodging the worst of the wind, and strikes at Jet Sylphimon, just for there to be a hideous squeeching noise as their attacks collide, the pinwheel pinging with every rotation against his spike. Mike cringes but forces himself to watch as much as he can, the two creatures so fast, so agile that it's hard to keep track of them. "Come on," he mumbles, forcing himself upright once the wind dies away, moves to a different spot. "Justimon, you can do it!"
His words die away as there's abruptly an explosion and Justimon crashes nearly at his feet, Jet Sylphimon landing in front of them with a cold, cruel laugh. "Oh, yes, Justimon, you can do it!" she mocks him, leaning over and embedding her pinwheel into the ground.
Mike sees red. After being disrespected so thoroughly at Summerslam- forced to wrestle first in a nearly empty arena, his title belt going undefended, this creature... saying anything against him or his partner... doesn't sit well with him at all. He grips his digivice and stares at her coolly. "Justimon," he calls out. "Get up!" There's power thrumming through his fingertips, funneling through his digivice, into his partner. "Come on, Justimon!"
His words, his strength, all of it finally fuels Justimon, who gets to his feet and glares at Jet Sylphimon, who for the first time since attacking them looks fearful. "Jet Binter!" she cries, monstrous gusts of wind issuing from both arms as she aims them at Justimon.
He barely flinches. Flies up, past the gusts, and dashes right at her. "VOLTAGE... BLADE!" The power is ridiculous, slices through her clean, and she deletes right then and there, data lost in the wind that's still cycling this way and that as a result of her latest attack.
Mike breathes easier once she's gone. Once he and Justimon are safe. "I told you you could do it," he says. "Let's find the others." Not even bothering to return to his Monodramon form, Justimon walks side by side with Mike to look for the rest of the digidestined.
