"I hear fighting," Xavier says quietly, following after Butch, Imperium, Shayna, Barrett and Legado.
"So do I, different battles coming from multiple directions it seems," Shayna says, almost sounding bored over it as they trudge through the sand. "Which way do we want to go?"
Wade turns in a slow circle, still a little shaken from the fight they'd just finished. Shayna is right, he realizes with some distress. There are multiple battles coming from all sides, and he's not sure where to go, which way will be safer for them to go. He glances down at Lunamon, who is peering back at him, and he exhales. "Let's go left," he says.
"Alright," Shayna says, though she doesn't sound impressed by anything of what's happening around them.
Wade chooses to ignore her, walking ahead of the rest to go left. He breathes steadily, keeping his focus on his surroundings just in case. He's never liked the Dark Ocean, but it's somehow worse now, after weeks back on earth, spent surrounded by Christmas lights and cheerful decorations. The dark, grim world has him on edge as they approach.
Lunamon tugs on his pantleg and Wade quickly leans down, allowing her to climb up onto his shoulder. It's a comfort to them both to be close as they approach the sound of battle, Wade's fingers trailing up and down the back of Lunamon's head. He glances over his shoulders at the other, relieved to see them all relatively close.
"The fighting is nearby," Shayna mumbles.
Wade nods. He hears it but there's no easy way to stop their progress, the group of them venturing forward until Wade stops short and stares.
Ziggler is standing over a downed Seth Rollins, blood staining the sand, Beelzebubmon and MetalSeadramon snapping and snarling at each other even as they try to keep their eyes on their partners.
Oh bloody hell, Wade thinks desperately, holding his hand up to stop the others before they're seen. He stands in the shadows, watching and waiting for an opportunity to salvage this, help Seth and MetalSeadramon somehow.
