Caelyn and Falcomon used the smoke to better survey the combat area.  What they saw was three mushroomon reeking havoc on Tinkermon.  "Falcomon can you get over for an aerial attack?" Caelyn softly said to his new companion.  She nodded and was jumping across branches in a flash.  Caelyn knew he was going to hate himself for this act of bravery, but he needed these people for his own gains.  "Hey, ugly fungus-heads! Over here!!" Caelyn unsheathed his sword and assumed a defensive stance.  He had to trust in his new companions.  Maybe this distraction would give the other members a chance to form some kind of plan.  It seemed this encounter would test this group's mettle, and Caelyn was damn sure not going to fail.  

In came the digimon, and Falcomon was still nowhere to be seen.  Yes, it appeared Caelyn would hate himself for his stupidity after all. . .