Surprise, surprise.
Hikari wants to glow with pride on the inside but she can't. The virus wars with the rest of her, with her too real desire to acknowledge this kind of sort of betrayal for the sake of the right thing. She doesn't even understand her own head anymore..
The virus doesn't need understanding though. It just needs the scythe and as she grabs for it, what was Patamon gets in the way with ease, too much ease.
That's right. Digimon are beasts aren't they? Don't they all have this killer instinct? Don't they all have this awful knowledge of when and where to be and how? It's buried in their code, in their instinctive drive to not die, but surpass. Humans have it too, but it's so much slower and she realizes it just in time for the angel to crash her into the nearby trees, through them even. SHe crashes and grunts in pain and her body cracks like stepped on leaves.
She can't see the angel's eyes but she knows focus because she's felt it and Hikari opens her mouth to think about pleading, but the rest of her stops that, looks forward, accepts. That's all she can do, that's what she should do. Yet her hands and arms, aching in pain, go on and lift anyway.
She thinks Takeru's eyes are going wide, but she can't see. She has the scythe and the weapon meets arm sword. THey clash and kick and she feels ribs cave.
But Hikari is tiring. Blood and something grey are seeping out of her and splashing onto him. It sizzles. HolyAngemon hisses in pain and something else and she feels her limbs starting to give, starting to drag the scythe down.
HolyAngemon, seeing an opportunity, swings down and slices it in two.
Unfortunately, the swing is a bit too wide and slashes down Hikari's torso.