There's something going on, Ciampa thinks, struggling to sit up, wanting a better look. Ancient Wisemon is talking, and Shinsuke is yelling, and Seth... well, Seth isn't focused on anything but the words coming from Ancient Wisemon's lips.

"Rollins," Shinsuke is still calling, sounding almost delirious himself.

Ciampa's head is pounding as he sits up, leaving him feeling like he's a precentor of one of the loudest bands in the world, but he tries to ignore it while levering himself up to his feet. "Nakamura," he calls out in a shaky tone, but geez, Shinsuke barely pays him any mind too, convulsing in pain and letting out these horrible sounding noises every time Ancient Wisemon does... whatever it is he's doing to him. CIampa grits his teeth and takes one step, then two, finally finding the strength to just keep moving until he's side by side with Nakamura.

He's not even sure what to do, if he can do anything, but quietly observes as Ancient Wisemon sneers down at Seth, digging his claws deeper into thin air. "You will submit to my will," he tells the man. "You all will submit or perish."

It's a tired line, and if Shinsuke wasn't down seizing at Ciampa's feet, he'd probably roll his eyes harder at it. "Do you bad guys all have a handbook you turn to for these really innovative lines? 'Cause I gotta tell ya, man, I haven't heard that one in, like, a week." Ciampa sneers but then Ancient Wisemon's glinting eyes shift to him and he waits, staring back, until...

Pain unlike anything stabs through him. He gasps and collapses to his knees, digging his fingers into his skull, hoping to somehow alleviate even a little of this horrible agony. Somehow through the pain he notices as Shinsuke seems to come to slowly, Ancient Wisemon apparently only able to do this trick to one of them at a time. Ciampa gasps and struggling against the mind-blanking pain that's riding through his veins, making his heart race uncontrollably. Please, he thinks. Let it end, somehow. Please-

Then there's a sudden flash of color and Ancient Wisemon roars in disgust and agony, data pouring from a gasp along his side and Ciampa falls, dropped unceremoniously like a doll on cut strings. He blinks the haze out of his eyes and looks forward to find-

Apollomon, wavering but sturdy enough, glowering at Ancient Wisemon. "This is over," he informs him coolly. "Now I will destroy you."