Takeru winced as a stray fireball caused something to explode behind him, and he felt the heat on his back as Pegasmon flew away from the blast. "Spread out, try to limit the damage!" he yelled, catching sight of Fladramon and Digmon fighting a cluster of enslaved Digimon down below as his partner flew by.

Takeru gritted his teeth and ducked as a Tyrannomon roared and spat another fireball his way - he and the others had been prepared for a hard fight, but no plan survives contact with the enemy, as the saying went, and their enemy was a jerk who played dirty.