A/N: And I ended up writing another serious drabble. It's directly connected to the first serious drabble I wrote for this, "The War is Over". There is also a hint of a spoiler to "Survival" in this (aside from probably the most obvious one... I've probably just made everyone's day...)
Background: Takes place during the last battle and final day of "the Crystal Wars". Katars are an Indian sword/knife like weapon held with a horizontal grip. If ever I were to detail the war, I would not be writing this part of the story from this particular character's point of view.
He was busy fighting off enemy digimon when he heard it echo from his Digigear.
"I found Tai!"
His heart lit up at the news; it immediately sank as he heard the next words.
"I need help, I can't do this alone, we're in Cell Block 5D, he's… he's dying, he's been stabbed, I can't get him out, he's going to die, he's – Tai, hold on, hold on, don't die - "
He couldn't tell who it was screaming across the line, the person's voice was so strained and hysterical; he couldn't even check his Digigear to see who, because he had to dodge as a set of claws nearly ripped his head open. But now he was more anxious and frightened for their leader than ever as he swiped out and fought back, punching his blades into the evil digimon before him and pulling away, watching grimly as it evaporated into data.
He thought he caught a glimpse of Angemon, but his partner was too far away to get to him; he continued trying to fight off enemies, his heart racing, as he tried to find some way to break free and make his way to where Tai was.
Another voice broke over the Digigear.
"In the area, I'm on my way," came Matt's hurried, frantic shout.
He briefly smiled, but had to duck and the flip as a ball of flame flew at him. This time a blade came at his side, he blocked with the sides of his katars, kicking out at the enemy, then kicking backwards as another came from behind –
"In the dungeons, 5D right?"
Joe was always the reliable one; he was nearby.
TK roared and spun with both blades out, clearing the enemies away from him. He bid their time to slow, so he could get the advantage, then jumped and brought his katars down on one's head. A spin to the back knocked over something else, but he didn't have time to think as yet another claw came for his stomach.
Unable to escape from the many enemies before him, he dodged, parried, and hoped.
We're going to get both of them out alive. Then we'll win this war. We've spent too long getting to where we are; the war is going to end today.