4-2
Run and breathe and run and breathe and jump! Takeru, in the wisps of his young mind left for thinking, dodges branches and ducks at a sound that makes him think of fireworks but he's not sure.
"It's a gun," he whispers, slightly delirious and he races on. Takeru has no idea how he'll win but if he can get Pinocchimon out of the forest, he'll count that as a win. They can't be that good off of their own turf, right? He has to hope so. No, it's true, it has to be true!
As he thinks these words, something starts to glow on his chest. Patamon balks mid flight and swoops down to grab Takeru's shoulder. The ensuing light show gives the Dark Master the exact target he needs and he swings his hammer down, down-
Into a scythe.
"Hello!" HIkari chirps. "I need to get someone from these guys, so… can you wait a while?"