Terra coughs. Well, she is absolutely soaked and a little bit surprised, having been hit point-blank by a water fossil. But she shakes her head-- and clarifies, "F-fine, don't worry, f-focus on it!"

The Coelamon screeches at the electricity attack, shaking its head. Looks like the line's still stuck somewhere in its mouth, because the fishing pole goes flying all over. How's that thing not broken already?!

"Iron Scale!" Tiny scales shoot off Coelamon's body toward Wizardmon, and toward the Chosen on the pier.