4-1
Patamon flaps after him, easily able to keep up with Takeru now. They've grown and after who knows how long, Patamon has learned to fly. It helps that Takeru's legs are trembling. "Pinocchimon!" he shouts. "Here I am! Let's play a game or two!"
He's shouting loud, fully aware of the dangerous game he is already playing. He knows forests are full of monsters and that people die in them, but he has to take the risk. He remembers the bite, he remembers Hikari screaming and still moving, refusing to let him win, to let him win and even if she's a ghost of herself, that was bravery and he wants some of that for himself. So here he is.
The others will find him too, if something happens (nothing will, he is positive about that) and they will help. But Takeru can't rely on them now.
So he waits.
At the smell of what is likely gunpowder, Takeru straightens and raises his head. "Ready, Patamon?"
"Un!"
Nothing will go wrong this time. No weird evolutions of evil. No dying. Just hope.
'Aw, but that isn't fair!" The monster brandishes his hammer. "Two on one!"
Takeru tries to smile. It feels more like a grimace of pain."But you know the place better than me! C'mon, let's go! Or I'm gonna tell everyone how boring Pinocchimon is to play with!" He shoots him the rudest gesture he knows, which judging by the way Pinocchimon bolts after him, it is pretty bad.
He hurries into the trees. He may have a chance at this.