Perhaps it was the fact that even in this world, where Ringabel was powerless and Biyomon was not, the fact Ringabel had seen much more of battle than Biyomon made him move faster. The tiny bird was more like a sitting duck than a Digimon, aware of her capability but unversed in it. Perhaps it was her horror which prevented her from moving. Perhaps it was something else entirely.

It didn't matter what it was.

Ringabel moved first. Unable to pull the Digimon from her spot and evade the hit entirely, he could only do his best to parry it. That involved pulling at her clawed wing forcefully, yet pulling himself in front of her, to face her and turn his back on the Arakdimon's attack. As he moved, his spare arm pulled his greatsword to shield his back using the blade- teeth clenching as he felt sickle meeting Eisenburg's finest steel, brow furrowing as he pushed the blade against the sickle.

....The steel didn't stand a chance. Not against the attack of a Digimon. The sound of the blade shattering, and a soft intake of breath at the sickle embedding itself in the space between his shoulder and neck made Biyomon let go of the youth's hand, finally.

"...Biyo- no. Escha. Leave me. Run."

The Biyomon blinked, and took a few steps backward. Ringabel allowed his head to fall forward to hide the fact he was wincing.

"...Y-you saved me.."

"....Run!"

"I'm not leaving you! Spiral Twister!"

....Fortunately, Ringabel's head was bowed. For out of the little bird's mouth came phantom flames, aimed directly at the Arakdimon behind him, with his scythe still embedded in Ringabel's shoulder.

And again.

Spiral Twister!!

And again.

Spiral Twister!

And again and again and again, whether the creature was struggling to free itself or not.