"What?!" Mihiramon shouted.
There was an explosion, forcing Mihiramon into the air around the building.
"What's going on?!"
The smoke cleared suddenly, WarGrowlmon using his Vernier thrusters to force away the obstruction.
"WarGrowlmon." Takato whispered.
"Nice presentation, but nobody defeats Mihiramon!" The tiger shouted. "Samurai Tiger Tail!"
He hit the ground, spinning around, his tail/staff coming to hit WarGrowlmon's chest.
A shame for him, then, that it didn't work.
WarGrowlmon's arm came up in an instant, his hand catching the third section of Mihiramon's tail, stopping it dead.
I noted Takato's right hand clench into a fist, the boy unconsciously mimicking that movement of his partner.
Mihiramon pulled back, trying to get his tail out of WarGrowlmon's grip, but he wasn't getting anywhere.
"Go for it!" Takato shouted.
WarGrowlmon gave a sinister grin.
A dangerous hum filled the air, the cannons on WarGrowlmon's chest beginning to glow.
"Atomic Blaster." Takato breathed.
"Atomic Blaster!" WarGrowlmon declared.
For a single instant, there was silence.
Malevolent, forbidding, silence.
Then, the air screamed as WarGrowlmon fired, a beam of deep red light splitting the sky, pure power made manifest.
Mihiramon didn't stand a chance.
The beam crashed into and tore through him, the beam of power disintegrating him at the very touch.
He didn't even get the chance to scream before he died, what was left of his body collapsing into Data.
And with that, the Digital Field faded away, the pillar of light purple and blue mist vanishing, the sky returning to normal.
I stared up at where he once was, seeing nought but the stars.
"And so ends Mihiramon."
I looked down.
The battle was over.
The war had just begun.
"Great job, WarGrowlmon." Takato smiled.
WarGrowlmon landed in front of him, a smile on his face- which was only barely visible.
WarGrowlmon held out his hand, and Takato hugged one of his fingers. "Did we do good, Takatomon?"
"I didn't do that much, WarGrowlmon." Takato smiled. "You're the one who did all the work."
WarGrowlmon shook his head, carefully lifting up his hand, Takato delicately held between his fingers. "I couldn't have done it without you, Takato."
He deposited Takato on top of his head, and the boy laughed.
Henry gave a smile at the sight, Terriermon in his arms. Even Rika smiled a little, though she still hovered close to Renamon.
I looked around, noticing the helicopters that were beginning to get close. My eyes trailed to one in particular, where I could see Yamaki's Heart.
"I'm sorry to ruin the moment, but it is getting rather late. You might want to go home and rest after everything that's happened tonight."
Henry nodded. "See you all tomorrow." He said, glancing between Takato, WarGrowlmon, Rika, and Renamon.
Henry walked over to me. "Do you mind sending us off?"
"Not at all." I gestured at the pair when they came close, warping them to the alleyway that I'd sent them to several days ago.
WarGrowlmon put Takato down, before degenerating back into Growlmon, and then further into Guilmon.
"See you later, Rika." Takato said.
"Goodbye!" Guilmon waved.
Rika nodded at them both.
A second later, I sent them on their ways, dropping them both in the shed at the park.
I turned to Rika, who was gently picking up Renamon, supporting the still unconscious Digimon.
I wasn't too concerned about that. She was still unconscious, yes, but she also hadn't been down that long.
I gently helped her lift Renamon, holding her up.
"Right, let's go."
I warped us both away, heading directly into Rika's room.
"Hold Renamon." Rika said, gently passing her partner over to me.
Rika moved over to a cupboard, pulling out a futon, a pillow, and a blanket, gently laying all three near the corner of the room.
I moved over, depositing Renamon on the futon, watching as Rika kneeled by her side.
"Not tired?"
"Not yet." She stated. She gestured to the floor on the other side of the futon. "Take a seat."
I moved over, facing her. Renamon continued to sleep, her breathing shallow, but constant.
For a few moments, Rika didn't say anything, just stared at her partner in concern.
"You could have done it, couldn't you?" Rika asked me.
"Done what?" I asked her.
"Mihiramon." She said. "You could have destroyed him, couldn't you?"
"Had the two of us come to blows, I would have likely won, yes." I answered.
"So why didn't you?" She demanded. "Renamon got hurt, badly. Terriermon got hurt, badly. Guilmon got hurt! And then there was the whole thing with Takato, which you weren't surprised about at all! You could have prevented all that from happening, but you didn't."
Slowly, I nodded.
Rika stared at me for a moment, straightening up. "You could have prevented it from happening. So why didn't you?"
"I wanted to know if the six of you could defeat Mihiramon by yourselves." I answered.
"Renamon nearly got deleted! So did Terriermon! Even Guilmon came close!" She glared at me.
Quietly, I began to allow My Darkness to seep into this room, making sure that no sound would get out.
"It didn't happen."
"It could have happened!" She shouted. "I know you aren't infallible. The entire thing with Dokugumon's poison proved that! What would you have done if Renamon had been deleted?"
I didn't say anything.
She stared at me, her eyes narrowed.
"You don't know." She declared. "Do you?"
For a moment, I said nothing.
"No." I shook my head.
"So why? Why did you want to know if we could defeat Mihiramon on our own?" She asked. "What the hell is it that made you to know that?"
I slumped. "You..." I shook my head. "Oh, whatever, you're all going to get involved in this one way or another."
She raised an eyebrow.
"Tomorrow." I said. "Tomorrow, I'll tell you."
"Today." She declared. "Here and now."
"No." I shook my head again. "I will tell all of you this, not just you, Rika. After Renamon has recovered, after you've slept, after Takato, Guilmon, Henry and Terriermon have rested."
She frowned, her eyes staring daggers at me. "Tomorrow. Or else." She said.
There was no room for argument in her tone.
She'd get what she wanted tomorrow, one way or another. She simply wouldn't accept anything less.