Maildramon laughs as panic ripples through the Digidestined. Both Raw and Smackdown's leaders are down, unresponsive and unable to defend themselves or do anything to put a stop to his attack. All Mike can do is stare on in horror as his tail speeds towards him, sharp end about to impale him. "MIKE!" Shane yells out, knowing he's too slow- the digimon is moving too fast- he can't...

Then there's a rush of energy, Shane skids to a stop and stares at his hands, where his digivice is thrumming warmly between his fingers. "Wha... what is this?" It happens suddenly, there's a flash of light in the stone nearby, and a large brick bursts furth, startling both Carmella and Alicia Fox, before rushing towards him, shrinking in size until it slides smoothly into his digivice. "A crest," he whispers in wonderment, somehow just knowing. "The crest of dependability..." The power this alone brings is immense, he can feel it between his fingers... and then Hanumon arches up as fresh power flows through him, stripping his old form away, preparing him for a better, stronger form. "Hanumon," Shane whispers in awe, watching.

Andromon is tall, a formidable looking robot, and as soon as he fully digivolves, he slams forward, forming a huge disc of energy with his right hand and throwing it forward, slicing Maildramon's tail clean off just before it strikes Mike, saving him just in the nick of time. "Oh my God," Lana breathes out as Asuka rushes over and pulls Mike's shocked form up, forcing him to move away from the scene, get to a safer spot.

Andromon then faces off directly with Maildramon, his eyes flashing red. "You will pay for harming these humans," he warns him. "I, and my fellows, we will not let this stand." Bolstered by his appearance, the other Digimon begin to regroup and surround him but Andromon holds a hand up. "Let me begin," he says quietly. "If I have need, you may step in." Understanding, the other digimon wait, watch. He shifts, power flowing through him, before he lunges forward and grasps the Digimon by the throat, forcing Maildramon off of both Seth and Shinsuke.

"Shit," Rusev yelps, running forward to help Shinsuke while Dean lunges for Seth now that they're not getting smashed into the ground by Maildramon's bulky form. Neither have a use for the other and even when they exchange worried glances, there's underlying disdain there, but that doesn't matter as they're faced with having to move the two clearly injured men even though that could obviously make things worse. Rusev gnaws on his bottom lip before pulling Shinsuke into his arms, the man's lanky form only difficult to carry away to get checked out more thoroughly because of how tall he is, and Dean eases Seth into a sitting position, lightly slapping his cheeks. "Hey, brother, come on," he says quietly to him. "I know you're still in there."

Seth groans, eyes fluttering as he comes to, gripping at Dean's wrists. "Stop-it," he slurs, still out of it and close to passing out again.

"Not until you're glaring at me with those dark brown eyes," Dean says, continuing to poke and nudge Seth gently until he does just that, blood staining his jaw grotesquely. "See, not too difficult, now was it? Can you stand?"

Seth grunts and tries to, his balance wavering as Dean slowly wraps his arm around him and eases him up the rest of the way. "Why... why are you helping me..."

Dean bites his lip and shrugs, trying to dismiss it. "Hell if I know, I'm a lunatic, remember?" Some bitterness edge his words because, even though he's feeling more stable than he has the last few months, there are still a lot of sore spots between himself and Seth that even this time stranded in the Digiworld can't fix, that only time can sooth.

Seth is woozy enough to rest his head on Dean's shoulder, dizzy after only a few steps and Dean frowns, tightening his grip on him. "You're my lunatic though," he mumbles and Dean barks out a shocked laugh.

"I guess," he concedes, finally getting Seth over to the others to be looked at same as Shinsuke is. He looks up and watches as Andromon battles Maildramon, who is at something of a disadvantage without his tail, data trickling slowly from the wound, but it doesn't seem to be hindering him entirely as he tries again to attack, diving high into the sky to slam back down upon where Andromon is standing. "Shit," he breathes, in awe at how dangerous this one Digimon is proving to be. Especially when they're at their most vulnerable.