Carmella is still cradling James' prone body when Footmon steps forward, calm, cool, collected. His ever-present ball of golden energy is going from left to right as he kicks it nonchalantly, not interested in the humans and their petty problems. "Who's gonna fight me? I thought you all would be a lot more interesting than this!" he declares, taking off at a running start and volleying his ball right at the cluster of humans, targetting Carmella as she hugs James close and whispers to him, trying to think of a way to heal him quickly.
It's Dolph who steps up in defense of James Ellsworth, he and Beelzebumon blocking the others from the impertinent creature's sight. "We're plenty interesting, aren't we, Beelze?" Dolph asks, smirking hard into Footmon's face. "So much so that you're gonna be real entertained as we delete you like we have all of your other fellow murderous bastards."
Footmon's jaw twitches but he makes no other sign that Dolph's words have affected him. He just laughs and rockets the ball right at Dolph's face, nonplussed when Beelzebumon responds by shooting it into pieces, the light rebounding off of all of them as it dies away. He just reforms another, however, and sends this one right at Beelzebumon, and another, and another, constantly creating new balls of energy and chasing the massive demon creature with it... until his speed and stubbornness overcomes Beelzebumon and one explodes against his shoulder, sending him toppling midflight into a tree.
He sputters and sits up while Dolph runs towards him. "Are you ok!?"
"Yes, I'm fine," he says, teeth gritting in frustration as he motions at Dolph to stay away from the fight. The last thing he needs is his partner hurt, especially with everything going on with James right now. He makes it back to his feet and cocks both of his guns, returning the favor by tracking every move Footmon makes, shooting rapidly. Most miss but he does eventually land a shot to Footmon's leg, sending him crashing into the stone wall with a yell of pain. Beelzebumon exhales roughly and storms over to him, not surprised when Footmon tries to reform another ball of energy. He aims his gun once more and shoots Footmon's other leg, leaving him completely helpless as data pours from his thighs and leaves him with no traction to stand.
"Please-" he gasps, light still flickering between his fingertips as he tries and fails to form another ball of energy to attack with. "Please, no-"
"Why should I listen to you begging when none of you minded hurting my fellow Digidestined?" Dolph demands, his icy cool eyes boring into Footmon's desperate gaze. The digimon is clearly so young, over his head in all of this, but it's irrelevant. "I don't like deleting digimon," he confesses, his jaw tense, hands curled into trembling fists. "I'm aware I'm part of the problem with the ocean being contaminated by streams of so much data. But sometimes, unfortunately, it just has to be done." His nod is brisk and he makes himself watch as Beelzebumon draws a claw, carefully, down Footmon's chest, slicing him open and deleting him with one solid blow. "Thank you," he tells his partner lowly.
Beelzebumon merely nods and they walk side by side back to the others, aware that the remaining two digimon are watching them in disgust, trying to formulate a plan now that they're so outnumbered, but for now all that matters to Dolph is making sure James will be alright.
