Plesiomon doesn't have a lot of strength left, but Mox is behind him, digivice glowing with enough brightness to offer anyone a little extra fortitude as he faces off with Indaramon. Before they can resume fighting, however, before anything else can be said, there's a rattling boom off to the west, and everyone freezes. Mox's troubled gaze turns in that direction, but nothing defeats Indaramon's response as he falters in midair, staggered by something unseen.

"No," he chokes out. "No way. There's absolutely no damn way."

Plesiomon glances back at Mox, who looks as lost as he feels, and then something happens- the darkness recedes a little, spreading slowly from where that horrendous noise had come from. Mox suddenly starts to laugh, turning towards Indaramon. "Did the Raw team destroy you dark creatures' best efforts? Did they free Ziggler? Is that why you're so pathetic looking right now?"

Indaramon seethes. Lunges forward, aimed right for Mox. "Shut up, you lousy human!" he roars, close to impaling Mox... when Plesiomon gets between them. He only just avoids his attack, blasting him backwards once more with a closeup blast of sound waves, sending him careening back towards the ground.

Plesiomon twists back towards him, stalking him around, keeping close enough to blast him as often as he can manage, slowly depleting more and more of his energy with each successful strike.

Indaramon is weak, slow, can barely keep himself upright, much less avoid any of Plesiomon's attacks. He's panting, struggling just to move even a little, when he shifts her position, ends up hovering right in front of him. "What are you doing?" he demands, little more than a wheeze, and he sneers at him.

"I am finishing this," he tells him. "As I wish I could've finished it a long, long time ago." Before he can react, Plesiomon spins around and slams him hard, with his tail, into the ground. He screams out but there's barely a moment to acknowledge the sound before Plesiomon throws his full weight down into the crater he'd already made, the last of Indaramon's strength leaving him as his body shatters into data particles that pour past Plesiomon, fading away out of sight as Mox watches, amazed.

After a moment, he makes his way over and scoops up a barely moving Otamamon, burying his face in his barely twitching body. "Hell of a job, little one," he tells him. "Thank you."

He blinks sluggishly up at him and groans softly, unable to respond in any other way.

"I know," he soothes. "I know. Let's go collect the others, and we'll meet up with Seth and the others. You'll be ok."

He hopes everything will be that easy, anyway.