As quickly as they came, the mushroomon were pushed back. One unfortunate individual was hit by Lopmon’s freezing attack and kept still on the spot as a coincidence had a few of the other attacks aimed directly at it. Unable to resist the strain, the digimon crumpled into data bits. The one attacking tinkermon was thrown aside by something exploding while the remaining one busied itself with Caelyn. All in all though, it was now one versus everyone, and the group seemed to work as a team, even if by complete coincidence.

Displeased with the failure of his goons, the Bakemon that has been observing the group suddenly getting pummeled by multiple attacks decided to move in itself. A loud, bone chilling shriek cut through the forest, and soon after it's white form, all with the toothy jaw and the black, beady eyes appeared in the trees. "Humansssss, I shhhall feasssst on your faeaaaaaar!" it announced it's intentions. Indeed, this meal was quite a rare treat to it.

Picking up the nearest human which happened to be Gavin, it raised it’s sheet covered arm and launched it’s attack: “[i]Zombie claw![/i]”

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[b]Meanwhile in the desert...[/b]
The sun has set and the searing heat was replaced by freezing cold. To the Russian though, that was a native temperature. "How can you stand this?" Pawnchessmon asked, jogging around to warm herself up. Nonna jsut smiled: "The town where I come from is called Murmansk. It's a port city that is so far north that the temperatures average above 0°C only 5 months in a year." Nonna said, continuing on in her steady pace. The fact that she appeared in the digital world in her winter attire certainly helped.

"I sounds like a place noone should willingly choose to live in!" the digimon exclaimed as she followed her partner. Nonna was silent for a while. "What's wrong?" the digimon asked.

Sighing, she looked at her watch. It has been still, which gave her at least some idea, but the thought was still unpleasant. "I hope the timeframe here is different than back home, or my life is as good as over. I'd be AWOL for the whole time here. If that's the case, whoever sent me here is going to die if I get my hands on them." the woman growled in frustration.

As if on cue, the sands in front of them started swirling. A second later, a Digmon burst through, making them both jump a respectable distance back.

"Friend of yours?"
"[i]Gold rush![/i]"
"Nope!"

Each of them jumped to one side of the impacting drill. Nonna lost sight of Pawnchessmon, but it worried her little. There was a way to let her frustration out right in front of her. Getting up and dusting her jacket off, she drawn her sword - digivice - whatever. "Advance! Get to his first rank!" she shouted, hoping the Chessmon would actually know chess terminology. Then she took a combat stance and charged at the big mon to draw it's attention.

That part of the plan was a success. What was a bit worse was the fissure that was opening in the ground and heading in her general direction. the girl jumped aside, barely avoiding getting swallowed by the ground. the digmon was about to execute another attack, however...

"[i]Promotion! Pawn spear![/i]"

Pawnchessmon's lance appeared from the other side of the Digmon's head before it exploded with golden radiance, obliterating it. Nonna seen it dissolve into grain sized bits that promptly headed in Pawnchessmon's direction. Her partner briefly wobbled before falling to her knees, completely exhausted. "Good job, for a rookie." Nonna winked. Pawnchessmon nodded in response. "You're nto a bad king either.All of them can make a good plan, but not many would enter the battle." Grinning with self satisfaction, Nonna helped the digimon to her feet and they continued on their way.