They're all a little tired. A little eager for this to be over. But now the Digidestined are outnumbering the evil Digimon, and they're relaxing a little more into it, even though only a few of them have Mega leveled partners. "So," Seth says, catching Shinsuke's eye. "This is going a little better? Maybe?" His fellow team leader doesn't look very assured, however, and Seth quickly turns his focus back onto the line of Digimon staring them down. "Well, I think it is," he mumbles to himself.
Marsmon steps forward, staring them down as flames around him grow in intensity. "Who shall I kill first?"
They all freeze when Rusev steps forward, Bakemon looking unaffected from how vast the power gap between them is. "Rusev-" Seth starts to say but he ignores him, eyes fixed on his opponent.
"Go, Bakemon," he says coolly, and Marsmon glares even harder as he comes face to face with the much weaker Digimon.
"You insult me with this nonsense? I will make you pay for all of it, and then make you watch as I kill the rest of your little clan."
Rusev laughs at him, everyone blinking in confusion as he holds his hand out, a tag glinting from between his fingers. Aiden gasps and Rusev stands a little taller, Bakemon glowing as the power suffuses through him. "Bakemon digivolve to...!" Monzaemon is a large teddy bear, his eyes a red slit of foreboding, and Marsmon focuses his flames in response to this sudden power gain, immediately lunging forward and punching at him, flames pouring from his fists with each strike.
Rusev nor Monzaemon seem too bothered by it, however, and Monzaemon punches him back, sending him staggering back. Their attacks continue until flames and laser beams crash together, exploding with enough force to knock everyone on both sides over. Marsmon and Monzaemon are both down, but Monzaemon beats Marsmon up to his feet, staggering slightly as Marsmon makes it to a knee, staring up at him. Monzaemon grips his face and stares at him, stretching his fingers out and breathing in heavily before shooting hearts off at him.
Marsmon shudders with each strike of the hearts impacting against his body and head. "No- No!" Each hurt, but worse than that, he can feel something changing at the molecular level. "What are you doing to me?" Monzaemon just holds on patiently, repeatedly sending more hearts at him. "Stop- please-" Then he looks up at Monzaemon, an almost affectionate look in his eyes as he smiles. "I don't want to fight anymore," he admits, and Monzaemon helps him stand, hugging him warmly as bright lights surround them, Marsmon's base nature fading away from him.
He's shining with goodness now, his flames barely licking at his wrists, and he stares at Monzaemon. "My friend... thank you. I will go convince the others we all do not have to fight." He turns back to the other four, but he's barely opened his mouth when Kumbhiramon stabs him through with his pestle, hesitanting long enough to inflict as much damage as possible before pulling it out and then thrusting it back through his chest, data pouring from both wounds so hurriedly that he deletes without another word spoken. "He was weak," Kumbhiramon says coldly, staring back at the Digidestined. "You will not alter us. If you try, we will put our own out of their miseries. Because that is the proper thing to do."
Rusev clenches his fist in anger, Monzaemon seething in hurt and anger as well. He'd put this all into motion, and now... now... He closes his eyes. "We will end them right here, right now," Rusev promises, his finger moving from one digimon to the next. Now there are only four.. "We are already so close. Which of you cowards are we destroying next?"
