It feels impossible, how Beelzebubmon could still be on his feet, much less willing to fight for Dolph, but this is the reality of the situation: Justimon has been deleted, Miz is down on his hands and knees not far from where Gable and Dakota are struggling to keep an eye on Seth's breathing, and everything... everything seems highly impossible right now. Rescuing Dolph, breaking him free of the Dark Ocean's control, getting him home in one piece. Everything. Anything.
Rhea bites her tongue, stares at Tapirmon, and struggles with the dueling emotions behind wishing Dominik was there and being relieved that he was safe back on earth. "What do we do?" she demands, turning towards the Smackdown digidestined, her eyes searching through the group until she catches Barrett's eyes.
He exhales, looking above. "Shakamon?!"
His partner is still hurting as well, like the rest of them, but she forces herself to look at him, a silent kind of communication passing back and forth between the two of them. As if bolstered by whatever she gathered from him, she forces herself upright and barrels forward with as much speed and determination as she can.
Beelzebubmon cackles and moves to swing his sword at her, but fresh data pours from his wounds and he staggers, just barely missing her as she darts around him and then slams forward, her entire body crashes into the worst of his wounds, a jagged scream of agony coming from him as more data fills the air and for a breathless moment, he flickers in and out before stabilizing. "No," he gasps. "You will not defeat me. Not when Dolph still needs me. I won't allow it. I will not leave him alone!"
Shakamon writhes around in frustration. "You should not be encouraging him!" she cries out, looking for another opening to continue attacking him. "Dolph being here is only making things worse! He should come with us, back to earth, where we can help him recover!"
"You don't understand," Beelzebubmon snarls at her, taking another unbalanced swing wiht his sword and almost sending it clean into the sand, overbalanced and too weak to attack properly. "I have had to watch him for months, for years, agonize over the data flooding the digital oceans! Here, he is free, unencumbered by it all! Here he can be himself! It has been such a relief to have my partner back, without the stress and guilt of knowing he's responsible for so much of what's overwhelming the Digiworld!"
"Do you truly believe that?" Shakamon asks, frozen in place, gaping at Beelzebubmon in horror. "Beelzebubmon-"
"It's the truth," Dolph says, coming out of nowhere, startling her. Before she can react, before Wade can say or do anything, Ziggler has her by the tail, is forcefully holding her in place, dark energy flooding from his hands. "Beelzebubmon! Now! Destroy her!"
All Shakamon can do is writhe and struggle, unable to free herself from Dolph's inhumane strength. "Please! No! Wade!" she cries out, watching through wide, wet eyes as his sword slashes towards her.