Rusev struggles to sit. Stand. Do something. He's groggy, barely with it, and he can feel a familiar weight by his arm. There are bones everywhere, the oddest decor he's ever seen, even in Russia or Bulgaria, and he hates to admit it but he's creeped out, trying once more to sit up but having to settle for looking over to find his partner, DemiDevimon, sprawled out next to him, wing fluttering uselessly against his palm.

He struggles to move his fingers, pinch his partner's bony appendage carefully, but he can't move even an inch. Turning his head back to stare up at the sky, dark and foreboding overhead, he struggles to keep his cool. "DemiDevimon," he mumbles. "I don't know how we're going to get out of this, but we will. Somehow. Someway. I promise you."

The tail end of his words are suddenly drowned out by loud, ground shaking footsteps and he grits his teeth as a digimon that appears to be formed by only bones stomps closer and stares down at him, jaw gaping into what Rusev thinks might be a snarl on anyone else. He then throws his head back and laughs, rattling the bones embedded around them and making Rusev think twice about fighting harder to get free from whatever's holding him down. "Come on, don't bring the whole place collapsing down around us!" he snaps at SkullGreymon.

SkullGreymon whips his head around and glares at Rusev, a putrid mix of blood and stale meat rafting over Rusev's prone form as he snarls over him.

"Ooh, ok, you didn't like that," Rusev mumbles, not entirely surprised but still thrown by the strength behind that bellow. He wishes DemiDevimon were awake- or that he could move at all- something to give him some sort of game plan.

But no, he is forced to realize as he continues staring helplessly at the massive digimon. There's not going to be some last-second save, or brain storm that impresses everyone around them. He's truly trapped.