"This was a mistake," Seth swallows hard, grasping his arm as Seadramon struggles nearby. Blood is pouring from a shallow wound low on his calf, and more from the slice along his chest that nicked his arm. He wavers, each step hurting, and watches as his partner tries to fight off a young looking warrior Digimon named Spadamon. Every time Seadramon makes some progress, Spadamon turns himself into a weapon and deals more damage, vibrating with dangerous red energy as he tries again and again to impale the sea snake. "Seadramon!"

His partner nods and tries to focus what remains of his energy to digivolve- just for Spadamon to stab straight through his tail, sticking him to the ground. His scream makes Seth's hair stick up on end and he collapses to the ground, whispering for help, pleading for something- anything... But he'd been stupid, had left the group behind to 'scout ahead', needing some time to himself after getting sick of their bickering and petty stupidity as the road to Wrestlemania draws out before them, stressful and tense.

He breathes in and out raspily as fresh pain pours through his chest wound, his hand coming away tinged in red as he wavers in the dirt. "Seadramon-" he tries again, holding his digivice out, hoping for some gleam of power, the activation of his crest. But they're both too damaged, struggling too hard just to breathe for one more minute, their hearts growing weaker as conviction leaves them, Spadamon lunging forward once more with his sword, when-

There's a flash of light and a bird Digimon attacks Spadamon with its claws, a four legged digimon striking him with its hooves, a tall android type creature punching Spadamon far, far away. Seth groans against the ground, struggling to make sense of this, when warm hands rest against his back, guiding him up and over. A soft hiss greets him and then a very British, "Bloody hell, what did he do to you, Seth?"

He blinks tiredly a few times before realizing it's the 205 Live GM, Drake Maverick, and Ariya Daivari, hovering over him, Ariya putting pressure on his chest and arm while Drake fusses over his bleeding leg. Their partner digimon are still too young to help against such a cruel creature, so he's almost relieved to see that it's Heath, TJ and Miz working together to fight off Spadamon and get Seadramon to safety, Strikedramon walking a weary Betamon back over to them, depositing him in Seth's lap before dashing back to the battle.

Seth is focused on his partner, but he notices the climax of the battle- Spadamon turning into the lengthy sword once more, trying to stab straight through Birdramon, just for Strikedramon to blast him away, Moosemon weakening him further with a blast of blue energy that sends him spiraling away, heavy flames coming from Birdramon before he can recover, pouring around his body, overwhelming him until he shatters into pieces of data, raining down upon the grass before drifting away.

Heath, Miz, and TJ all seem to exhale or sigh in relief before Heath turns to Seth. "Y'alright, man?"

"Yeah," he rasps out. "Just gotta get looked at... might need stitches." His eyes lock with Mike's. "But no worries, I'm going to be more than good to go at Wrestlemania."

Mike rolls his eyes and holds his hand out, waiting until he's got a solid grip on Seth's hand and pulled him up to glare straight in his face. "You owe me one," he informs him coolly before letting him go and walking off.

Seth rolls his eyes tiredly and hugs Betamon tighter. "Let's go home, boys," he says as Heath claps him gingerly on the shoulder, the group of them carefully picking over to the portal as Seth limps on his bad leg.