Shinsuke hums to himself, his body moving to the beat of the song playing in his head. The others are behind him, but he barely pays attention to them. They're quiet and tense anyway, Aiden, Rusev and Lana all carefully ignoring each other while Miz and Asuka whisper to each other, alternating between Japanese and English. Carmella, AJ and Xavier are the only ones who seem calm as they follow along slowly, glancing back at the former members of Rusev Day and watching Awe-ska attempting to communicate. He continues to twitch his hands, shifting his hips as he dances in his eclectic, jerky style.

Coronamon's sudden absence, however, stops Shinsuke in his tracks and he turns slowly, looking for his partner. When he sees a green tinted digimon known as Zassoumon, thick vines curled around Coronamon's body, he knows exactly what's going on. "You have Calumon," the evil Digimon informs him, a scythe appearing in his vines and digging into Coronamon's vulnerable throat. "I want him. Give me him now or your friend will die."

Shinsuke takes a minute. Looks from Coronamon to Asuka as she holds onto Calumon, an angry looking Mike standing between her and Zassoumon. "You're not touching Calumon!" Mike yells, which only serves to goad the evil digimon as he tightens his grip on Coronamon.

"He is right," Shinsuke says calmly. "You will not win this fight. Coronamon!" He holds his digivice out and shakes his head slowly, tapping one finger against his digivice.

Coronamon's teeth flash as he digivolves, not to Apollomon but to the slightly weaker form of Firamon, fire bursting from his haunches as wings unfurl from his back. Zassoumon laughs at the creature, clearly unimpressed, and shrugs, ivy fluttering temptingly around his arms. Firamon seems unimpressed however, and as the vines come slamming towards him, he slashes through them, setting what remains of them into flame. He's not yet, diving forward with flames licking at every appedage and some of his body.

Firamon doesn't care in the slightest, dashing forward while still alit in flames, and tackles Zassoumon, singeing his body and melting the pride off of his face as he dives in again and again, repeatedly marking him with flames, before Zassoumon tries one desperate last attempt at winning this fight- waits for Firamon to stop moving and throws his scythe at the other digimon. Firamon merely snorts out a breath before focusing what remains of his powers into his forehead, a bomb shooting out of it and exploding against the scythe, flames engulfing the blade before it rebounds and slices clean through Zassoumon, the creature barely managing a scream before deleting right then, right there. Everything had happened so fast, there was no need or time to truly involve the others.

Shinsuke smirks and briskly rubs Firamon's forehead before he returns to his standard form, Coronamon ignoring the others as they whisper amongst each other about him, his partner, the weather. Everything boring that the standard human treats as though it's the most interesting thing in the world. Their words fail to bother him then, and they continue to be vapid and disinteresting as they make their way to the next area flashing on the digivice.