The digimon roared in obvious frustration, and Keramon wondered if it could even think. Maybe these 'infected', once they showed symptoms, were just too far gone and Foxsumon was doing a fool's errand. Then again, Sonia thought she saw sadness in its melting face, so it wasn't a thing Keramon could begrudge. Then the digimon's circle of flames shot up in an aura once more. Keramon saw Sonia draw back, and she could guess why: the digimon's skin was charring and bubbling in the heat. Keramon flew backwards and covered Sonia's eyes with one hand before dragging her backwards against her protests of concern for both Foxsumon and the digimon. 'Energy flow' never sounded like a good thing, and right now Keramon guessed it was a question of whether the digimon would explode or incinerate. Either way, she'd concede this one to Foxsumon. Sonia hadn't seen a digimon die yet; Keramon wanted to keep it that way.

And as Keramon dragged her partner out of the potential blast radius, the infected digimon shot off a blast of fire at Foxsumon with a loud gurgle.