Except that Apollomon isn't alone. MetalSeadramon, weary and struggling to remain upright as well, is also by his side. And there... there is a third Digimon by their side, new and almost trembling in fresh power. As if they're not used to wielding it yet, as if... as if they are used to a much smaller form. Compact and simple.

CM Punk stands a few feet away, watching through gritted teeth as the line of mega level digimon stand before him. "Alphamon!" he calls out and his partner stands a little taller, glows a little brighter.

"You will not live to see your cruel plans to fruition," Alphamon informs Ancient Wisemon. "The three of us- we will stop you."

But Ancient Wisemon laughs at the three of them, unbothered by the two weakened Digimon, and the freshly evolved one currently in his space, wasting his time. "Or I could just defeat all of you and be done with it," he says, lifting a hand and preparing to declare an attack.

"Move!" MetalSeadramon commands, and the others listen- Alphamon scatters to the left, and Apollomon feints to the right, both older digimon lunging forward to attack.

All Alphamon can do is gape on as both MetalSeadramon and Apollomon are sent crashing hard very close to where he's standing, Ancient Wisemon then turning his attention to him. "Give me a moment," he says. "I'll be right with you." He's looming over both downed Mega level creatures, and Alphamon trembles and shakes, still feeling all of those years of uselessness. Trapped on earth as a baby form, watching on as both worlds crumbled around him and his unable to do anything because his time as a Digimon partner had passed him by before it'd even begun due to circumstances beyond his control.

It had all built up and built up and built up until this day, now, here. Where he's standing, a freshly evolved Mega level digmon because all of those years of waiting and not being able to do anything had exploded within him to this one impressive moment where he feels more powerful than he ever has in his entire life. He braces himself, then lunges, and Ancient Wisemon looks as shocked as Alphamon feels at the sudden rush of strength, thrown back a bit when his sword swipes just shy of a mortal blow along his flank.

"You think it'll be that simple, huh?" he demands, eyes flashing dangerously. "I can assure you, it will not!" Alphamon barely gets a moment to breathe before Ancient Wisemon is lunging forward, a vicious look on his face. "You shall join your friends, and PERISH AT MY STRENGTH!" he roars.