Phascomon shreds his foot with a venomous stab, paralyzing the dinosaur and dropping him to his knees before he can pull the trigger. Your partner is then whipped in his big nose by the swinging tail of another.

"GAH! Screw this! Marnie, round two!"

The two of you feel your hearts synchronize again, and you Digivolve your partner back into his stronger form. The room slows to a crawl, almost hitting a dead stop due to how many Digimon there are. Space needs to be made right now, or you're all going to freeze.

"M- ADN--- --nn--NN-- ESS B-b-bBB-B_B-ROACH!"
"M-- D---SS BROA-ROA-ROAOACH!"

Deadly spikes push their way out of his body, impaling several Commandramon who are trying to force their way into the room. He spreads his arms outwards instead of forming a ball of energy, then goes in for a bear hug against the entire group at once. More and more of the Rookies collapse into shreds of blue data, their cores zipping off to parts unknown as they're slain. Porcupamon forces his way forward, pushing the tide back towards the door. They don't even have time to load themselves back out. It's a slow, sickening crawl, and even at his glacial pace, they're unable to react.

By the time his arms are lying flat against the partition exit, every Commandramon breacher has been crushed, slashed, or otherwise poked to death. You all breathe a sigh of relief, made unsteady and rattling by the return of the lag. You inch forward to wait for more.

Nothing. Sweet silence. Just the sound of crackling data is left behind.