As the stupor of evolution ceased, the armored beast took a slow step, asphalt boiling under his feet. The blank expression of glowing eyes swept over the city, sharpening as the abomination that was Millenniummon came into view. As the god beast took its first step in the Real World, the earth and stone of the besieged city seemed to resonate with their newfound master. Even at the sight of the battle, where the mysterious, blade adorned Dragon circled the colossal beast, the layer of dust and debris that had gathered began to rise into the air, creating a low hanging mist.

	With a mighty leap, Rodendramon's grey wings unfurled, feathered dragging against the black armor upon his back which resembled some form of aeronautic ducting. The Beast Digimon rushed down the empty street before taking to the sky, a cyclone of dust drawn along in his wake. Claws spread, glinting with sparks of light and flame, a shimmer of data appearing on the beast's right arm as a kite like shield emblazoned with a dual counter spiral Crest appeared. His assent made pause in the sky, glints of data forming in each outspread hand, and the ground began to tremble. Raising his hands, the Digimon looked down upon the beast it looked to slay. With what seemed like a snap of realization, the sparks of data ceased to exist. Rodendramon could not effectively fight Millenniummon here, and he very well knew that.

	In mere moments, he was careening forth, falling from the sky, wings tucked back, wind rushing past his face. He knew he would have to strike somewhere fast- where he would be able to do the most damage with the least effort, at least for now. No, that wasn't an option, not with the way it was moving. Drawing the abomination towards a large, open area would be the only option, and the only such area would be the ocean. The fight, at that point, could be conducted well enough, but controlling Millenniummon's path would be the more difficult matter, for the time being. Rodendramon sailed past the other combatants, roaring with a primal fury as he latched himself upon the beast's upper arm. Digizoid claws slashed and tore at the joint, as the Biomerged Mega sank sharp teeth into synthetic flesh. The Earth God gripped and tore, as though trying to remove the beast's arm altogether.
	A loud roar broke out from the attacking Digimon, wings beating as it retreated, making himself amply visible as he retreated past the synthetic Digimon's head, and past its back. Landing once again, Rodendramon roared once more, gathering the floating debris to himself. Then, he simply, stood, waiting, eyes locked on the colossal abomination before it.

He was using himself as bait.