By the time the sixteen Digidestined get their bearings, hear Luke out on what he knows about their mission, and the digimon responsible, and take the digiport to the nearest area on the map he'd shown them, it's gotten worse. The air is thick with debris and data, and Asuka has to put a hand over her mouth and nose just to keep from immediately choking. Her eyes well up as she blinks repeatedly, trying not to completely lose all of her senses in this mess of destruction and death.

The others aren't any better off, everyone struggling to just see a few feet ahead of where they're standing. "Wha... what do we do?" Mike asks, sounding horrified as he struggles to take a couple of stumbling steps forward. She throws an arm up and stops him, not wanting to risk any of them getting separated. When he looks at her, she takes in the rarely visible fear in his deep blue eyes and shakes her head slightly, turning to look at Shinsuke, at Drake, hoping one of them has some idea, because right now, she's drawing a severe blank, which frustrates her. Even at her worse, she usually has some ridiculous idea of how to fix things or at least muddle through until they're better. But now... now, she has nothing.

Shinsuke is murmuring to himself, dark eyes flittering around the mess before them, and finally he turns and addresses the digimon behind them. "Flying type digimon? Anyone?" he asks, pointing at a couple of them, frowning deeply when no one really speaks up, looking around.

"Sorry," a chorus of murmurs echo back to him through the gloom and he grimaces.

Then, "Would Bio Thunderbirmon count?" It's Velveteen Dream, stepping forward with a carefully crafted bland look on his face as he focuses only on Shinsuke.

Nakamura thinks for a moment, then nods. "I think so. We need him."

Dream and Impmon exchange glances before Dream holds his digivice out and the bright glow cuts through the mess for a brief moment before settling back into the darkness, ThunderBirdmon fluttering above them all. "What's the plan then?"

"We need you to try to blow some of this away," Shinsuke calls out to him and Thunderbirmon nods, immediately understanding. "Give us a moment though." He turns his focus back onto the digidestined around him. "Everyone down on the ground, protect your heads! This may get rough."

They follow his commands, all covering their heads with their arms, bracing for what's to come, when Shinsuke yells at Thunderbirmon to begin, immediately diving to the ground to protect himself. It seems to be working for a minute, the noise that follows is outrageous. Loud and grating. All of the debris and data slowly drifting away.

But then everything stops, abruptly, and the digidestined look up to find things a little more visible, but only slightly. Thunderbirmon's attempts have stopped and he's hovering there in midair, an odd vibe about him. "Hey, why'd you stop?" Dream calls out to his partner, confusion and worry growing when he doesn't respond. "Thunderbi-?"

Everything comes to a stop, however, when something slashes through the digimon and Dream lets out a startled yell, dropping back a few steps. "I- I'm sorry, Dream," Thunderbirmon says, staring down at his partner. "I- I tried- I really did-" Then he shatters into little fragments of data, raining down to join all of the rest of it floating aimlessly in midair and Dream's jaw drops as he sees Examon X behind him, body glowing with a murky blue light, the lance that had just impaled Thunderbirmon still held snugly in his hand.

"You," Dream whispers, eyes welling with tears for his suddenly lost partner. "You- YOU DID THIS!" Forgetting everything else, he slams forward, desperate to fight, to do something, filled with sudden, white hot rage that he's very rarely ever felt before in his life- perhaps only to the Undisputed Era fools after they tried to end his career- and there's a commotion behind him, yelling and a scramble to stop him but he's already too far gone, lunging forward to hit Examon X, cause some of the same pain he's currently feeling right now to the smug Digimon.

He never even comes close, however.