Arkadimon Adult fits in strangely well with the other Digimon from the Raw group. Damien hadn't been sure how they'd work out with the new group of people, especially since he was already on rocky ground with Miz and Morrison, but this... this fits well, he thinks. He watches on, still a little shaky, his fight or flight response going haywire as the digimon cluster around, defending him and the other digidestined from this monstrous beast out to lay waste to all of them.

Justimon has DinoTigermon cornered, Lotusmon and JewelBeemon keeping him defenseless as they continue to attack to keep him distracted. Roamon and FlaWizardmon do their parts in keeping his focus elsewhere as well, and all Damien can do is watch as Arkadimon lunges forward, his arms pulsing as he swipes out, slashing through DinoTigermon's midsection, boring through until he can latch onto his core, beginning to drain it.

"What- What are you doing?!" DinoTigermon roars, swiping out with his claws just inches from Arkadimon's arms. He tries again and again, but Lotusmon's attacks keep him back, floundering away, unable to do anything to stop Arkadimon and his attempts grow weaker and weaker, Arkadimon's body beginning to glow with all of the energy he's taken on as his own. "STOP THIS NOW!" DinoTigermon yells out, trying again to force Arkadimon off, and failing miserably as more and more of his lifeforce is drained from him. "NOW! STOP THIS NOW!"

But it's too late. Arkadimon's arms sink in further, draining him faster, and all DinoTigermon can do is let out a pathetic noise as his desiccated body collapses into a pile of data that hits the wind and slowly blows away. "I told you," Arkadimon says, eyes flashing evilly. "No one touches Damien."

Damien blinks and Arkadimon Child is back before him, a hopeful look in its eye. "Arkadimon!" he cries out, reaching out and hugging his partner tight. "You - you were amazing!"

-x

Back on earth, Rhea Ripley walks through the halls of the Performance Center, a distant look in her eye. She stops once she finds what she's looking for and she leans back against the silver vehicle until she hears him coming and slowly pulls away from the car, turning to face Drake Maverick. "Hello, Drake," she greets him and he inclines his head at her, a curious gaze in his blue eyes.

"Hello, Rhea. Is there something I can do for you?"

She exhales. This isn't easy. She'd loved her time in NXT, had appreciated being a part of the NXT Digidestined team, but now... well, now... "We need to talk, Drake," she says quietly and he stops fiddling with his luggage, looking up at her.

"Ah," he says. "You too, huh? Raw? Smackdown?"

He knows. She swallows and licks her lips for a moment before shrugging. "Raw," she admits. "Next couple of weeks, probably around Fastlane."

"Between you and Damien, if didn't know better, I'd ask if I did something or not." His words are light, but his grin is tense with worry, his eyes almost drowning in it.

"No!" she tells him. "I swear, this has nothing to do with you. You're a great leader, it's just..." She exhales slowly. "It's time to move on, you know? I've done all I can in NXT, and I'm sure... I'm sure you'll be able to replace me with someone much better."

He exhales. "Well, they may be good, whoever I find eventually, but they will be no Rhea Ripley." he smiles at her. "Raw is lucky to have you. Congratulations."

She smiles back, overwhelmed with how sad it is and how relieved she is over his graciousness. "Thank you, Drake."