Ranamon is distracted by Joaquin Wilde and Kevin Owens stays down, careful and slow as he keeps an eye on her. Bearmon is laying, unconscious, a few feet away, and he breaths quietly as he crawls over to him. Considering, Joaquin wasn't wrong with what he was trying to do, but his motivation was just a little off. Luke's base would've been great, but that was expecting too much. With that in mind, Kevin moves slowly over to his partner while Scorpmon and Ranamon's focus are elsewhere.
He's slow, resting a hand on Bearmon's wrist. "Hey," he says to his partner. "Wake up, Bearmon. We need you."
His partner stirs slowly, obviously in pain because he'd been close to the explosion when it went off. "Kevin," he whispers. "Evil is around."
"Yeah, buddy. It is. You up for helping me?" Kevin asks quietly. "It's two. Can you hold 'em, do you think, until I can get some of the others up?"
"I can try," Bearmon says. "But you have to help me digivolve."
"Done," Kevin murmurs, tugging his digivice out of his pocket and holding it out towards Bearmon. "Go for it. But you're gonna have to move quickly."
Bearmon nods and lets his paw touch the digivice before power slams into him. "Bearmon warp digivolve into..." Mach Gaogamon blasts up and casts a shadow over Ranamon, distracting her from Joaquin. "HOWLING CANNON!"
Ranamon cries out in pain as soundwaves slam down into her, pinning her to the mat.
It's enough, it's perfect. Kevin rolls and scrambles over to the digidestined, grabbing at Ciampa. "Wake up," he snarls. "We gotta move, digivolve your partner and let's GO."
He continues to remain on the move while Mach Gaogamon and Ranamon battle behind him, desperate not to get distracted while he rushes around the various unconscious digidestined scattered around, waking them up so they can help. He's moving to wake up the fourth person when there's another explosion behind him and he tenses, slowly turning to look.
All he sees is Mach Gaogamon taking a hard shot to the chest and careening back towards the ground, flashing brightly as he dedigivolves back to Wanyamon, the young digimon slamming forcefully into the ground and laying there, motionless and broken.
"No," Owens gasps, staring at the crater his partner had dug into the ground at the force of impact. "Wanyamon!" he yells, rushing towards his unconscious partner, Ranamon's cackling echoing through the clearing.