Koh didn't believe Glare's words for a second, but he did believe one thing: he was likely going to die. He had no doubts about his lack of skill, nor on Glare's considering amount. But the words 'this human' made him wonder. If he was being controlled, would his skills be as good as Glare's, or would they be a mockery of them at best? If they were less… then he could at least escape.
"Probably?" he repeated, buying time. His hand has never left his Digivice because it never does in Thriller Ruins, no matter how much he wants to.
Glare, or whatever he was, smiled. He waved his hand and out from the shadows came a burst of flames, white and orange and gleefully swallowed up by Koh's Flaremon. His partner lunged forward after it, fangs gleaming and Ofanimon's lance spun out, no longer glowng gentle gold. The woman's aura was a brilliant sapphire blue and the dust coming from her wings made Koh's eyes water, coughing and wheezing.
"Afraid so, she's smart." Glare shrugged. "So's this one. Also loves his daughter very much. That was how we got him, you know. Just threatened her a bit too much and he caved. Doesn't appreciate it, he's quite noisy in here. But he'll quiet down, your friends have."
Koh pretended he was not completely disturbed by that choice of words, continuing to back towards the wall. All he had to do was get there and not die. Shouldn't be that impossible. Probably was though. Crap.
"Flaremon!"
His partner's response was quick enough, grabbing the lance instead of the flame and it singeing his hand but he brought up his knee (knee first, they expect the fist he remembers that from basic training as does his partner, thank hell.) and it hit right in the stomach armor. She stumbled in her heels and Koh pressed the click wheel center button.
Then he's squirming and kicking out because Glare's hands are pressed against his trachea. "Do you really want to make him kill his own apprentice?" The sheer levelness of his voice was beyond all right-
But Koh was too close. He could see something in his eyes, feel the slackening grip of those fingers.
"You wish," he whispered, activating the GateDisk.
Glare was a lot of things, but he didn't just quit.