Ciampa is more than ready when they take action. He thinks maybe it's the holiday season- it's too difficult to keep track of time, and how long they've been held captive here, so he's more than ready. Those with Digimon able to digivolve- which takes energy that unfortunately a lot of them are running low on- do so. The rest do their best to move out of the way. By the end of things, MetalSeadramon, Cyberdramon, JewelBeemon, LIlamon, Beelzebumon, Apollomon, Sanzomon, Seraphimon, and Mammothmon move towards the door to wait for Ancient Wisemon's return, their partners nearby debating battle strategies that hopefully won't take as much energy to complete.

Seth and Shinsuke look weary but hopeful as they look over the line of Digimon. "I know they're tired and hungry but if the Ultimate level digimoin can attack and maybe even weaken Ancient Wisemon long enough for the Mega levels to prepare their attacks at the same time, then maybe. Maybe we'll have a chance. If not defeating him outright then at least buying us all enough time to escape."

"Hai," Shinsuke agrees, tugging at his lower lip thoughtfully. "Perhaps the digimon will have enough energy to help us get further away." They exchange glances. Perhaps, but probably not. The line of offense they have is already looking pretty worn down and shaky.

They're still debating, amongst themselves, and in their own thoughts, when MetalSeadramon hisses, "I hear something!"

Immediately they all fall quiet and listen. Shinsuke nods, overhearing the usual rustling noise that precedes a visit by Ancient Wisemon as well. "Everyone into positions," Seth hisses. "It's go time!"

The line of ultimate and mega level digimon all aim for the door, which dissipates as soon as Ancient Wisemon steps through it. He pauses as soon as he sees them and a twisted look crosses his face. "I see," he scoffs. "You all have chosen today as your death day. Very well."

The fight for freedom begins.