A/N: Have you ever... just wanted to...
Background: Matt has psychic abilities, Sora has power of air, and she fights with a funky sword/blade whip thing.
"Surrender, Digidestined!"
The situation looked bad. They were surrounded by still more virus digimon, most of them Champion level but with a few Ultimates. Matt was down, caught between energy barriers as the light around his body flickered weakly with his attempts to keep fighting. Tsunomon lay beside him, too exhausted and injured to continue; around the barrier was a couple Dokugumon looking eager.
Garudamon was looking tired as well, bent on one knee while trying to catch her breath. Sora glanced over to where her sword was, on the other side of the room where it had been tossed. She inwardly cursed the fact that she had been disarmed.
She knew that the others wouldn't make it to them for a good half hour, they were too far away.
Phelesmon just smiled at them. "Well? You're tiring out, and we have two of you at our mercy. What will you do?"
Sora didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to think.
And then something inside her snapped.
"Phelesmon," she said quietly. "May I approach you with a suggestion?"
He smiled evilly. "Certainly. If it is a wish you would like me to grant - "
Sora strode directly up to him, and with all the force of her body and power given by her crest, punched him in the face.
Half an hour later, when Davis, TK, and their partners arrived, they were flabbergasted to discover that all the enemy digimon had fled, leaving Phelesmon floored on the ground and Sora looking extremely pleased with herself, along with Matt, Biyomon, and Tsunomon sitting next to her gazing in awe.
"Do I... want to know exactly what happened?" TK asked, staring at the scene.
Matt nodded vigorously. "Yes. Yes you do. It was epic."