It was anything but quiet. Despite his quickness to strategize. The amalgamation of smoke, light and noise made everything too cluttered to comprehend. Asher observed the encounter growing more chaotic, teeth pressed against his fingernail. Struggling to apply what he believed was his greatest strength. If their battle was a chessboard, the pieces would be tossed about with abandon. Except this wasn’t a game. Real lives were at stake, because their opponent was a mere pawn.

[i][color=6ecff6]“How exactly are they being controlled? Is the manipulator nearby? And why? Is this a distraction from their true objective? I don’t know…”[/color][/i] Balling his fists, stepping forward with an determined expression. [color=6ecff6][i]“We need someone to step up as leader.”[/i][/color] Then another person dropped amidst the combat, striking red with a mature appearance. Resembling a warrior descending from the heavens. Asher’s heart skipped a beat. Was this what they needed? Asher felt the briefest sense of relief. A slight smile converting to a frown the instant he witnessed the figure reacting like a deer caught in the headlights and curling up. Returning to grinding the gears inside his mind.

[i][color=6ecff6]“Come on! Think. What would minimize the risk to ourselves and the digimon? We shouldn't attack haphazardly. What if our attacks cause friendly fire? We could pull back and approach with a more constructive method-”[/color][/i] Stopping his train of thought hearing Impmon’s suggestion, and her response. Asher shook his head. [color=6ecff6][i]“Champion? Shouldn’t she reconsider? If we can switch in the odds further in our favor, it should be worth doing! But if you won’t, I will.”[/i][/color] Asher pulled out his digivice, feeling the residual warmth and clenching it with both hands. Shutting his eyes, focusing harder than before when he successfully digivolved his partner. But he didn’t even feel a spark. His eyes opened, looking into the sky where Vulcan flew.

[color=#ff6b00]“Stop! You’re hurting my head.”[/color] Vulcan called out. Asher sighed, shoving the digivice in his pocket. Realizing force of will would only get them so far. Receiving a moment of unexpected commendation, the teacher acknowledged they made the correct decision. The longer the fight dragged on, a kid and his partner continued to suffer. Giving Asher some clarity and calming him. 

[i][color=6ecff6]“I argued that we shouldn’t have rushed here because we’d be disobeying orders. I had to be coerced here by Vorvomon, but I’ll concede I made an error in judgement. Maybe, actions speak louder than words.” [/color][/i]

Not faltering, even while an intense fire surrounded them. Protected by an invisible barrier. Following in the footsteps of his classmates, partners calling out their attacks. [color=6ecff6]“Vulcan, land and focus your power! Give it everything you got!”[/color] Asher exclaimed in the boldest tone, surprising himself. Vulcan smirked. 

[color=#ff6b00]“Now those are orders I’ll follow.”[/color] Plummeting to the ground with impact, leaving an impression in the earth. Getting incredibly close to Hackmon, wing folded with heightened stance. Several attacks zipping past, barely avoiding his own allies attacks. Inhaling, the flames growing in intensity. With every intention to be the finishing blow. Vulcan swung his head back and forward. [color=#ff6b00][b]“Petit Flame!”[/b][/color] The flames took form, making its aim precise, hurling toward the digimon.