Mox stands between where Heath and Cardona are still trying to help Rehwoldt, who is motionless in a crater of sand. "Keep your eyes on me," he taunts Indaramon, holding his digivice up high. "You ain't gonna get anything from those other guys. You know this."
Indaramon snarls at Mox, easily pushing Plesiomon off of him and lunging forward. Lifting his trumpet, he aims it at Plesiomon and begins to blast it, shaking everything around them.
Mox chokes on thin air and grits his teeth as his knee collapse under him, fingers pressing against his ears. "Dammit," he mouths, unable to vocalize anything.
Cardona and Heath both collapse over Rehwoldt, unable to do anything under the noise vibrating harshly through them all.
Plesiomon rears back suddenly, Mox's watering eyes forced onto his partner's form as he roars back at Indaramon, causing his grip on his trumpet to give, the instrument slipping enough to break the hideous sounds coming from it. Indaramon staggers a little, Plesiomon's roar overwhelming the sound and sending Indaramon back a bit, his trumpet slipping the rest of the way to the ground, where it lands with a hard crash.
"Whoa," Heath gasps, still trying to rub the echo of Indaramon's playing out of his ears. "That sucks."
"I agree," Cardona breathes out. "And I say that as someone who's heard your singing regularly for almost ten years."
Heath rolls his eyes at him, then reaches out for Rehwoldt again. "Well, if we can say anything is a positive," he says shakily, "hopefully Matt didn't have to hear it too."
Cardona exhales, helps to pull Rehwoldt out the rest of the way. "Hopefully," he says. "Hey, Matt, can you hear us?" he asks, tapping him on the side of the face. He frowns when Rehwoldt's head slumps forward, limp on his neck. "Dammit. What should we do?"
Heath shakes his head, looks forward Mox, who is still focused on Indaramon and Plesiomon. "I'm not sure, let's maybe try to get him out of here."
Cardona nods, slinging one of Rehwoldt's arms around his shoulders. "Yeah, good an idea as any. Let's go."
They've just staggered past Mox when there's a loud, teeth-rattling thud and Cardona looks up, gaping, as Indaramon drops his trumpet hard down next to were they're standing. "Do you really think," he says, gritting his teeth against the effects of Plesiomon's attacks, "that I'm ever going to let any of you escape that easily?"
His laugh is cold and cruel and succeeds at freezing Heath and Cardona in their tracks, Rehwoldt hanging helplessly between them.