Asuka tilts her head, examines Damien as he stands before her and waits. "Do you think NXT team will do alright without you?" she asks.

Damien blinks a time or two, then nods. "I believe they will. Drake is a smart guy, he'll figure it out."

Asuka hums in response, then says in her slow, careful English, "Yes. Well, congratulations and welcome to the team." Simple as that, no more, no less.

"Thank you," Damien tells her before falling back into line with the other Digidestined waiting for their next orders by either Luke or Asuka. His mind wanders, briefly, as Asuka begins pointing out things on the map, her twisting words and uncertain pronunciations on some things leaves him drifting from the conversation going on around him.

"Let's go!" she calls suddenly and Damien rushes to make it to the portal in time, his digivice held steady as they're teleported.

He stumbles when he hits the ground and he breathes a little strained, looking around to see who may have noticed. No one seems to have, and he exhales slowly. Akardimon Child Mode is by his side, the sun is shining gently overhead, everything seems peaceful and calm.

Until it's not. Until the sun is covered by dark, menacing clouds and Damien exhales sharply. "What is-"

He's promptly shushed, but it's too late, he hears something- a rustling in the wind, against some trees, then a dive, but the creature doing all of these aerials are out of sight. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Miz yells, ignoring everyone who turns to lecture him.

Damien is about to say something, maybe offer to give Miz more of the same medicine he'd given him the week prior on Raw, when things shift. Something slams into him, and he crashes to the ground, bruises already forming along his face and chest as punches are rained down upon him. It's so sudden, it's so shocking that no one knows what to do at first.

"DAMIEN!" Arkadimon finally yells, skidding forward to try to attack to get the creature at fault off of him.

Damien doesn't respond, merely lifting his arms to brace against the onslaught, and tries to find a moment to breathe, to fight back.