There was no defending against it. In the flurry of blocks and parries, the third clawed limb was unencumbered as it sunk its claws deeply into the right shoulder of War Capidramon Hunts Mode. The arm instantly went dead, falling uselessly to his side, the sword clung loosely in his clawed hand. The wound began to seep, and for an instant, the Ascended Mega froze.
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[I]Jordan! Jordan![/I] the voice of Shrewmon called out in their shared mind.
He didn't react. He remained frozen as he was, blank shock written on his face. He could barely process the pain, not even to be able to scream uncontrollably.
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The fight had gone downhill since the barrier had been broken. As suddenly as their strength had surged forth to meet their foe, it had waned, as though the source of his power had been choked off. Since that point, he had barely been matching blows with the furious beast. BYAKKO had exhausted itself in a brutal assault which melted the monstrous Orci's armor and shattered its carapace, but the creature's regeneration seemed to make any damage they could deal instantly obsolete.

How? How could a mindless beast be so powerful? How could he be struggling to defeat something that was only capable of blunt direct attack? It was not as if there were some complex tactic the monster employed. It was not as if there were some simple strategy he were forgetting. So how? How could this mindless beast best him so? That simple thought, along with the pain, had shut his mind down to a near catatonic state.

With Jordan, at the moment, out of commission, Shrewmon's only choice was to frantically exert himself to sustain the function of their combined form and not die. It was not until their combined psyche as WarCapidramon's power finally kicked in that the outer Data Body reacted.
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The Orci, seeing its opportunity, spread its horrid buzzing wings and took flight. Thinking the fight was all but won, it began to prepare its final assault, floating back and gathering energy. This was it. Their only chance.
"Well..." the beleaguered warrior growled to himself, "It's now or never."
It was then that he turned up his head, noticing, with mild surprise, that the area he had struck with his spear seemed to still be damaged somewhat, and did not fully regenerate. With his shield still clasped to his wrist, he reached with his functioning arm and drew his spear. Holding it out, he looked curiously for a moment at its glowing blade. Slowly, he drew the blade through the air, until it formed a glowing, familiar set of characters, "白虎".
"[B]Baihumon's Rune![/b]" the injured Holy Knight Digimon called out.
With a roar of speed, the rune raced for the Orci. Still gathering energy, heedless to the threat in bloodlust, it neither could move, nor took the time to release its attack defensively. Instead, the glowing blue rune struck, planting itself on the chest of the abomination, beginning to slowly warp and spread with a metallic shine.
Panting, the Norse Warrior looked upon his foe as it slowly began sinking in the air, "Well... one thing can... handle it," he admitted to no one other than himself, "Good thing I can do this with one hand."
Slowly, he raised his left arm, stowing his spear and shield, before holding his palm open in front of his forehead. Slowly, a blue white orb began to form in his hand, which he then slowly pulled, drawing it back behind himself as it began to gather force. When the sphere began to stream harsh, concentrated beams of light, he clenched his hand into a fist, the glow intensifying there as he did. With great force, he threw his hand forward in a punch, all his energy and hope locked into it.
"Byakko Ken!" he called with all his might.
As he did, the energy in his fist burst forth, taking the form of the visage of a tiger before careening towards the metalized foe. In a great burst of light, with a roaring impact, the attack connected, a blinding flash that could surely be seen from a great distance overtaking their battlefield.