The Raw team, TJ can't help but think, is bloated. They'd already had the numbers advantage against Smackdown's team even with injuries, but once the draft had come and gone- even with losing guys like Miz- their numbers were even more ridiculous. Ten to Smackdown's five. He grimaces and leans against Birdramon's leg, watching as the cluster of Digidestined wander, looking for the reason for the call of distress coming from their digivices in the area.

He scans as far as he can see from his vantage point, frowning when Birdramon squawks and flies up to avoid a weird gust of wind, TJ looking up at his partner. "Fly down there!" he advises, relieved when his partner listens and abides, landing by a strange field of ice. TJ has just hopped down, about to explore, when a ball of ice just misses his side, Birdramon crying out for him as he dives forward and begins fighting with a warped Garurumon, fur black and grey and hinting to his truly evil nature. He succeeds at slamming Birdramon aside and dives at TJ, jaw gaping open to let his teeth show, TJ shivering as he feels the temperature drop at Garurumon's approach.

TJ feels the wind burst from his lungs, hitting the ground hard, as Garurumon tackles him down, pinning him there. TJ scrambles, scraping his boots against the dirt, but can't find any traction, can barely think as his vision spots. Birdramon- he thinks desperately, hands buried in the fur surrounding Garurumon's paw and doing little more but freezing his fingers. "Please... please... please..." but there's nothing to be done as Garurumon leans in, breathing heavy gasps of icy wind against his skin, slowly coating him in frost.

TJ's just closed his eyes, sure this is the end for him, when there's a sharp, bright red before his closed eyes and Garurumon screams out in pain, the weight on his chest suddenly gone as the ice begins to melt around him. He sits up in time to watch Birdramon tears his talons through the weakened digimon, scattering him into data immediately. "Are you alright?" his partner asks, frowning down at TJ.

"Fine," he says. Not really, he's still freezing and can still feel the digimon's paws so close to his throat that he could barely think much. But it's a start. He exhales and rubs at the freezing sensation over his chest. "Let's get back to the others."

Clambering back onto Birdramon's massive talon feels like home and TJ sighs in relief, pressing his face against the rough side of his leg as he flies them back the way they'd come.