"Feeble?" Peckmon retorted once his clash with Malidramon's claws had concluded, "That's rich, coming from the Digimon who waited until we were tired and exhausted before attacking. And yet we're [i]still[/i] holding our own. So who's really the feeble one here?" he was trying to keep Maildramon's attention on him, but it didn't seem to work. Even less so when an extremely familiar-looking attack came out of nowhere and hit Maildramon, "No way!" Peckmon recognized the attack, and he knew Raven would as well.

Speaking of Raven, the masked thief watched in stunned silence as the familiar barrage of Lion-head projectiles pelted Maildramon, "Is it...?" Raven's voice trailed. Whatever persona he was wearing up until now had temporarily washed away. Kaitou looked around hurriedly. Could it be...? Could she really be...? But his shoulders quickly sagged with disappointment. He didn't see her anywhere. And why would he? She was gone, and he'd accepted that fact long ago. But Maildramon's attention was now firmly on Leomon. And that Lightning Spear attack was no joke. So Raven clutched his Digivice and silently conveyed a plan to Peckmon who nodded in agreement.

Then, of all things, Peckmon... reverted? Yes, he reverted back to Falcomon, though not before using his speed as Peckmon to position himself next to Leomon. But like always, there was a method to this apparent madness. Falcomon had something that Peckmon didn't have, and that something would Leomon the means of avoiding the brunt of the Lightning Spear, "Shadow Screen!" Falcomon suddenly declared. He used his digital ninjutsu, but not to create illusions of himself. Instead the illusions were of [i]Leomon[/i]. That would give the Champion adequate means to avoid the Lightning Spear for the most part. It also meant he could potentially catch Maildramon off guard with at least one of his next attacks. Falcomon and Raven could only hope that Leomon wouldn't waste it.