Chimaeramon tries to flee from the light. The problem is that the portal has closed and there's nowhere for any of the monsters to go. The monster within the Ocean only watches, mild interest in his face.
The partners, their Digimon, all rise. It almost seems comical, the way their bodies shift and evolve into golden monsters that repel everything the Kaiser stands for, and here he is, helping them do it.
There's a word for this.
Chimaeramon fires a burst of heat at them and they balk at first, only for lazy grey waves of water to wipe it away. The former V-mon takes off, punching and kicking and firing missiles and while they make dents it isn't enough. The small fry are running but the main villain is still going strong.
The Digimon move, at an advantages but claws swipe and punch and the water is harder than it looks. They get up again. Ken's hand turns white on top of theirs, tense with fear. Even now his neck bleeds.
Takeru thinks for a moment, of File Island. He looks at his Digivice.
"Help me," he says to the others. Takeru lifts his Digivice up high.
His partner screams his name. Millenniummon howls rage.
They sound so alike.
The Digimon don't waste time. Neither does the monster of the Ocean. A single tentacle coils around its neck and yanks. Their partners attack. Takeru doesn't waver as sweat drips down his brow and his heart pounds in his ears. Just a little more, he thinks. Just a little more.
He can do this. He's scared but he has to do it.
His Digivice burns white-hot. He whimpers in pain as the light blinds him, blinds them all.