For a moment, Jordan waited, hearing only the wing beats of Nocturnomon. An explosive shattering sound rang out as two figures, one of raging fury, and the other of disturbing obsession, plummeted to the ground. Fighting the urge to charge in, Jordan kept his composure, only to hear a rather frantic response from Leon. A rapid swish of the arm brought the Digivice back to Jordan's face.
"[color=1a7b30]What's going on in there![/color]" he called, only for a ground shattering rumble to answer his thoughts.

The floor crumbled as two ravenous forces combined, the metalloid dragon's body vaporizing as it destroyed the other's, which reconstructed beneath the ionized cloak in darker colors. As a rush of energized wind scattered the debris, preventing the building from collapsing more completely, the horrid form of Milleniummon was revealed, descending towards the streets. Jordan's fist clenched unearthly tightly, nearly drawing blood as a storm of shadow seemed to mire around him. With little more than a nod, Jordan placed his hand into the bag he carried, and lunged forward, leaping as the great Bat Digimon rushed past the building, landing in the open floor as Nocturnomon flew off.

Soon a slight flutter of mammalian wings appeared from behind Dynasmon.
"[color=440e62]Get me a clear shot,[/color]" Nocturnomon declared urgently as he darted over the dragon Knight and soared towards the eyes of the beast "[color=440e62]Sleeping Eye![/color]" he called as a beam of somnant energy shot towards the beast's face.
He knew alone that he couldn't fight this, but maybe, if he could falter Millenniummon for but a moment, it could provide an opening and allow the others to deal greater damage.

Within the dusty wreckage of the building, Jordan searched about, eyes blurred, trying to find out how this could happen. From around a shattered wall, he saw someone he didn't quite recognize. Their back was turned to him, and he approached silently, jaw clenching and releasing as he did.
"[color=1a7b30]Who did this...[/color]" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as his grip within the bag tightened.