"I will not allow you to hurt anyone else," Baihumon tells Omegamon Alter S. "it is unfortunate, but this is the end." He has such a presence about him that even Omegamon Alter S stops and listens, a confused look in his maddened eyes.
For a moment, anyway, then he leaps back into attack, his plasma cannon once more in Baihumon's face. Drake lets out an agonized gasp, remembering moments earlier, when he came close to losing his partner entirely, but Baihumon seems unphased, slashes at the weapon and sends it flying backwards, Omegamon roaring out in anger and frustration.
"I've already said," Baihumon says tensely. "You will not be allowed to hurt anyone ever again."
Omegamon Alter S all but laughs in his face, immediately moving to attack again- but, but then... a strangely calming sensation creeps over him and he stops short, looking ahead as this feeling creeps higher and higher up his body, leaving him unable to move, or react, or... anything.
He gapes, his body falling numb around him. "What di... wha..." Words are growing harder as this sensation creeps higher and he looks down to find most of his body is now coated in silver metal, leaving him unable to move or respond in the slightest. He looks up at Baihumon and hisses out a breath. "No," he gasps, realizing it all was just a plan set into motion by this ridiculous digimoin before him. "How? HOW-?!"
his aborted bellow ends up being the last thing he manages to say in the world as the metal overwhelms his face, coats his lips in more of the same, clogging his vocal chords until all he can do is stare helplessly. Until his eyes, too, are hidden from view with a generous coating of silver.
It's clear within moments that Omegamon Alter S is not going to get out of this and Drake feels his strength failing him as he collapses to his knees, the gravity of it all pressing down on his shoulders. Rhea is still nearby, and all of the others, and they group around him, all watching plumbstruck and a litle horrified as Omegamo Alter S ceases to move or show any sign of life as he kneels there in front of Baihumon.
The partner Digimon who slowly turns to eye them, and then dedigivolves back to Wanyamon like nothing's been going on. Even the baby digimon seems undisturbed by what he just dd, hopping over to Drake and clinging to his shoulder with a pleasant look on his face. "Drake! When are we going home? I'm hungry!"
It's a moodbreaker, the others giggling and snorting as Drake rests a hand on his partner's forehead, "Soon," he promises, in awe of his friend's power, how ethereal and beautiful he'd looked as Baihumon. "Very, very soon."
