The pain in his head was a surge of pain, followed by a diminishing of sorts. Takai could hardly think, much less cease his screaming. He grasped his head, focusing on the dark flame that seared inside. It flared and flashed hot; Takai screamed even more, losing himself in the pain. "Arhh ... Arghhh!"
Kibo charged to meet Elecmon head on, butting heads with him while electricity ran throughout, somehow he was capable of bearing it. He dug his claws into the earth and bared his fangs in defiance of his suffering. However, he didn't spot the spiraling black-Digimon overhead. It darted at him, attacking when it could but never being nipped by the attacks of the others. Kibo found the black-Digimon annoying but at the moment, his biggest worry was the Elecmon and approaching long-eared-mon. They were the closest threats to his partner, threats he wouldn't allow to pass.
When the long-eared-mon arrived, Kibo had prepared himself for impact but he had been fooled. Its ear had smashed into the ground, a dust cloud surging to obscure the area.
Mameo and Lilac, along with Yaa, stood to admire the fledglings battle. They were almost instinctively working together, despite all doing their own thing, they were cooperating at the very least. Lilac playfully pounded Mameo on the arm, pointing out Annie as she plowed towards Takai. She smiled and wordlessly praised the lone female of the group. Mameo shrugged his shoulders as if expecting the hidden beast that lurked inside Annie. "I expected atleast this much from my students."
"K-Kibo," Takai managed, distracted from his pain by the lack of seeing his partner.
When pattering steps drew closer to him, Takai could only turn his gaze towards it and wait. Even as the pain flooded his skull, it was the wild punch that crashed into his jaw that sent him sprawling. In that moment he found a odd, cold peace in the blackness. There was nothing for very short while and when he came back to, he felt freer.
Meanwhile, Kibo burst from out the dust cloud only to be covered in flames. It washed over his white armor--a once darkened hue but now pristine in its normalcy. The flame threw him to the earth and when he tried to get back up, a pup-digimon barraged him ceaselessly. For the first time, Kibo had a sense of speech and intellect. A burden had been lifted from his mind. T-Takai, he muttered, curled on the ground.
The battle was over thanks to the combined effort of the students.
Mameo jogged passed Dante, Asher, and Max. At the lake's edges, where its waters turned to subtle waves; Takai and Annie resided. He touched her shoulder, "Thank you, Annie. Really."
He moved to Takai's side and analyzed the daydreamer. There was not a trace of what once cautioned him, not an air of crookedness. Mameo crouched low before flicking his forehead. "Up, Takai. You've caused a heap load of trouble for your peers, time to apologize."
The flick hurt but he was beyond feeling anything other than his pounding jaw. Takai sat up and stared at Annie, rubbing his jaw the entire time. Pointing towards the girl, he spoke to Mameo with a ease that betrayed his earlier predicament. "She hit me, Uncle. I'm not about to apologize for her punching me."
Mameo rubbed his head, exasperated with his nephew.
"Wait, wheres Kibo? where's my bro?"