The group is sober, quiet. Pensive. They make their way into the Digital World and then just stand there, uncertain, paranoid glances thrown this way and that. They're clustered close together, none sure what to do without Seth around to make decisions, lead them. "What do we do?" Zack asks, glancing around. There's only four of them with Seth injured- AJ Styles, Drake Maverick, himself and Zack. It doesn't bode well.

Heath makes a quick decision, sticking his chest out. "We'll take over for Seth. Zack, you up for this?" He claps the other man on the back and forces a smile. "The two of us are the only ones with mega level Digimon, so how about we share the responsibility, alright?"

"Alright," Zack agrees, his brows furrowing just a little. It had been such a bizarre evening, starting with Maria as 24/7 champion, and then ending with all of them watching on quietly from the locker room as Seth got absolutely destroyed by Brock Lesnar so badly that he'd needed taken out in an ambulance. Now this...

Patamon and Lopmon are their support, staying close, offering their warmth and strength where they can. Heath chuckles and pats Lopmon's head as he rests securely on Heath's shoulder, ears flopping every which way with every step Heath takes. Patamon is sprawled out on top of Zack's head, giggling whenever Zack moves like he's trying to knock his partner astride.

"He'll be ok," Lopmon offers quietly, Heath glancing down at him as the others peruse their digivices, trying to decide where to go.

"I hope so," he murmurs before examining his map as well. "How about this one?" he suggests, picking a pulsing dot not far from where they stand, between two villages. The group all murmur in agreement and they set off, Heath trying to stay calm as he leads the way, Zack close by his side.

Heath's plan is pretty simple- approach, then as soon as he sees something untoward, command the digimon all to digivolve as fast as they can, and then fight with all they've got until the villages are safe once more. He's too lost in thought to go any further with it, his mind still a jumble. He'd been brutalized by Lesnar too, and even his hadn't been that terrible and unending. I don't give a shit about your kids! He shudders at the memory and tries to push it aside when-

"GUYS MOVE!" Drake suddenly starts screaming and Heath snaps back into reality to find-

A black shadow, flitting here and there, then a flash of a lance, and the reflection of the sun on a dark tinted shield, and-

There's a huge explosion and everything goes dark, Heath's thoughts quieting as he's embraced by unconsciousness.