It's not easy to stand and watch this. The only ones of them strong enough to help the others is Heath and Matt Cardona, which leaves Punk and the rest on the sidelines, watching. Ciampa and Shinsuke's plan works- to some extent, at any rate. The mega levels are off to the side, trying to collect together what little strength they have remaining after digivolving while the ultimate leveled digimon are circling Ancient Wisemon, eating each of his attacks and immediately collapsing against the wall and dedigivolving.

"Now or never, guys!" Seth cries out, and immediately MetalSeadramon, Duftmon, Seraphimon, Apollomon, Rosemon, Justimon and Beelzebumon lunge forward, attacking together.

But they're weak and Ancient Wisemon all but laughs in their face, impossible power spiraling around him before sending them all flying away. They all struggle to stand again but it's clear none of them are strong enough, that this isn't going to end well.

Punk grits his teeth, digs his fingers into his palm, and wishes not for the first time that he could do more than stand on the sidelines and cling to Mokumon.

"I... I'm sorry," his partner whimpers, tears starting to drip down his face, as if sensing what Punk's thinking about.

Punk blinks, hard, and looks down. "NO, no, Mokumon, it's not- it's not your fault, we... we never had a chance at getting stronger, huh? I don't blame you, I really don't." He shuffles the little guy around in his arms, and squeezes him tighter. "Shhh."

His lachrymose partner continues whimpering and blinking morosely, clearly not fully buying what Punk is saying. "Mokumon," he mutters, squeezing his partner gently, when things shift. Change in such a rush that it makes Punk's head spin. One minute, they're standing, staring into each other's eyes, and the next... the next... something heavy and large slams into them and...

Punk only gets a split second of realization, gripping Mokumon tighter in an attempt to shield him, before darkness greets him.