Pete Dunne stirs to an unfamiliar voice. Everything hurts and he's pretty sure blood is dripping sluggishly down his face from at least one place. He keeps his face pressed into the dirt, trying to reorient himself before he risks alerting whoever was the cause of this to notice he's conscious.
"Stupid Digidestined," a voice says. "You truly thought it'd be that simple? That you could return here, as easy as anything, and resume ruining our world?" The digimon speaking cackles. "Please. I would never allow such a thing, nor would any other self-respecting digimon in the vicinity." Her voice softens. "Thankfully Scorpmon saw my vision, and knew just how to lull you all into our trap. Deny a human from something they truly want, and they will only work harder to gain it. Of course you didn't have to, we opened the digiport back open for you, and that was all you needed." She laughs. "Poor, stupid humans."
Pete can't tell, can't feel or sense Missimon, but he hopes that his partner is ok. Hopes that he's nearby, that when the time comes, they can fight. That there are others conscious enough to help. To turn the tides against this loud mouthed digimon and Scorpmon. Pete holds his breath, hearing footsteps near his head, then feels a chilly hand twist around his hair, drawing him up. He slumps in her grip, well aware of how to fake out medical conditions to make opponents think that he's harmless, and sure enough the digimon drops him back down with a scoff.
"I knew the explosion was intense, but no one wants to play now," she huffs. "How useless." She kicks Pete hard in the side but has turned her back already as he gasps in agony, face twisted up in pain as he presses it into the dirt desperately. "Well, I suppose I will have to find another way to have my fun." She looks around, then stomps her foot into the ground. "Scorpmon!"
Pete's breath seizes once more as the digimon that's been stalking Ariya Davairi through the cameras on earth appears before her, his steel body glinting in the sun. "Yes?" he growls.
"Time to finish the job," she says, turning to look back at the motionless digidestined and digimon scattered across the ground. "You take half, I'll take the other half."
"Very well," Scorpmon says, sneer obvious in his voice.
Pete feels sick.