A lot has happened in the last few months. Drake exhales shakily, looking over his shoulder at the limited numbers NXT is boasting for Digidestined right now. He thinks about talking to Luke about adding to their numbers, but who could possibly be up for this? With everything else going on? He sighs heavily, knuckling at his forehead, and Dakota notices, walking up to him.
"Hey, Mav," she says, nudging him. "Everything alright?"
"Truly?" he says, waving a hand behind them at where Barrett and Ciampa are trudging. "Not really. How are we to defend anything like this?"
She frowns at him and then back at the others. "I know," she says slowly. "One wrong move and things could get bad in a hurry." She brightens up a little. "Maybe if you went to talk to Luke, he could figure something out, ease the burden a little."
"Oh, I plan on it," he tells her. "I just don't know if he will manage to find anyone who would want to do this." They walk on in silence, Dakota clearly racking her brain for a suggestion or some other way to help, when there's a flash of white, and a shout, and Drake finds himself down, flat on his back, a sword wielding Digimon pinning him down into the dirt.
"Drake!" Dakota cries, Gabumon immediately rushing up to help.
"BLUE BLASTER!" Gabumon yells, his blue flames sending Spadamon spiraling off of Drake, landing easily a few feet away.
Sword extended, Spadamon lunges forward right at Gabumon, faltering only a little bit when he digivolves, Garurumon howling right into Spadamon's face. He swipes, slides low, tries to get a blow in on Garurumon's belly, but Garurumon leaps away, then returns, pinning Spadamon to the ground with a paw, getting right up and personal with him, snarling. "Not gonna be that easy, boy," he tells him before his mouth lights up with more blue flame, engulfing him within seconds.
Spadamon only just has a few moments to cry out in pain before he melts away into data, floating away on the mid-afternoon sky. When Garurumon eventually looks up, he finds Dakota helping Drake up and Wade and Ciampa murmuring amongst themselves.
IF all cases could be so simple, Drake thinks as he catches his breath, watching her dust off some dirt from his clothes, I wouldn't fret so much.
Unfortunately, he knows this is the exception to the rule, and something will need to be done, and soon.
