Section B-2: The Phantom

At this point, the group would be well-aware of both the Undying's sturdiness and its relentless attitude towards combat. Gaogamon's attempts to hamstring the beast's movement would be somewhat effective - leaving notable gashes at the back of the skeleton's ankles - but it simply lacked the tendons to be torn and the muscles to be impacted to truly stop its movement.

That only became more apparent with the Cutlassmon's enhanced strike. The Skullgreymon didn't even bother to dodge, that powerful strike landing right upon the skeleton's head, the successive flurry forcing the heavy skull to separate from the thinner spine, falling right towards the ground in a dusty crash. But, as if completely undeterred, the Undying's remaining arm would be raised, intent on gripping right around Omen, from the side, to smash her right into the dirt.

What was never alive could not be so easily killed, after all. And 'Infinity Dream' had little effect on its own, the Undying unable to feel pain as an animation.

The MetalPhantomon was quickly having a much harder time. Omen's circle forced the miasma above to dissipate, the specter forced to deal with the brunt of the Xros General's attack. Granted, these were a bunch of Champion-level Digimon, so he did have a fair bit to work with! First, he'd feel the BlackGarurumon sink down against his back, whilst being buffeted by that blast of wind. Forced to lean forward by that dimension-stepping wolf, the MetalPhantomon's skull would turn - not bound by the normal limitations of the body - and face the wolf head on.

Its jaw unhinged. And a deathly howl would be blast at point-blank range, as the MetalPhantomon would force a hand forward to try and grasp at the canine's neck. BlackGarurumon might not even notice that second part, though: if that scream did its job, his head would be left reeling, vision replaced with an odd green pixelation, as if the Digimon had to re-boot.

The grip wouldn't last long if the Phantomon could manage it: a turn of the wrist and a flick of the arm would try to spike that wolf downward. As for the rest, well, the specter was not omnipotent. He'd grit his teeth as the flames washed over his frame, reducing his cloak to cinders, as that dark energy ball would strike right at his center.

Thanks to Omen, he was unable to call forth a massive thunderstorm for the time being, the enchanter-type left to keep his position above the rest of them.

"You talk peace but spit fire?!" The Metalphantomon clattered his skull, a wrench of his neck given as the face righted itself, the specter raising its glowing scythe, giving a large, exaggerated swing. A large, horizontal blade would be sent out, crashing right towards the direction of the grounded members of the Xros General's team, less the wolf presumably spiked below the specter!

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The Undying does not die, and attempts to slam Omen into the ground.

MetalPhantomon's channeled attack is canceled. 'Mortal Scream' is used to try and lock up the BlackGarurumon. The Xros General's team is attacked with a large, sweeping, sharp blade of dark-type energy.

To be fair, Leucrotamon was completely correct in her assessment - and that was the pivotal problem here. Without a skull, without an arm, the Undying still managed to bear down its weight upon the other Ultimate, and get a powerful grip over her torso. Her pointed threat was not met with a retort, but instead with the tightening of that skeletal arm, intending to grip, crush, and do as much internal damage as possible. The result?

Of course, the Undying did not dodge that last corrosive strike. The Craft Shooter riddled through the rest of the Undying's body, working through the rough sinew that kept the bones together, the main base of the monster falling apart like bony shrapnel. The Undying finally lost its will, and crumpled apart into naught but a heap of broken bone.

The claw, however? Though it was no longer animated, it still gripped around the ultimate's midsection, like a limb in rigor mortis. To that end, the Witchmon let out a carefully aimed blast of water, ridding the ultimate of that infernal grip.

"That aside..." The Witchmon turned her attention to the MetalPhantomon.

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And the MetalPhantomon - perhaps understandably - was still utterly ticked that he had to do any of this to begin with. Seriously, the Shuckmon and the Vemmon X2 still thought to lecture him at this point? "Oh, really? Here's a giant field of skeletons that move and attack people at night - and then you come in and think everything's going to turn out fine? And then you all try to lecture me about it?"

The MetalPhantomon was not a fan of this group. And from his position in the air, it was relatively easy to see the Gaogamon's scarves incoming, simply moving forward to dodge out of their trajectory. The Cutting Wind hit head-on, light chips running through that armored bone, as Venmon's Midnight Slash would clash openly with the middle of the wraith's scythe, pushed out to meet that attack head-on.

With that spark, the MetalPhantomon would grit his teeth, feeling a sigil start to burn in the middle of his skull.

"Enough of this... ENTHRALL!"

The MetalPhantomon raised a claw, and at once, the miasma upon the ground would darken, attempting to take hold on all targets still grounded - an attempted attack on Omen, the Cutlassmon she was equipped with, the Gaogamon, the Garurumon, and the BlackGarurumon, currently. And should that attack take hold, the MetalPhantomon's order would be as such:

Attack the nearest ally with your strongest available move, and make no effort to defend yourself.

It was becoming problematic to try and track everyone individually - so the Phantomon would try and deduct the numbers by about half.

"Tch... flighty little bastards, the lot of ya..."

Seriously, he'd only managed to catch two in that Enthrall. One was outright unaffected by it, and the other had nothing more dangerous than its scarves? With the Undying left in shambles, the specter was left the lone target, apparently open in the air for everyone to come at him at once.

... And that was just it. Everyone would attack him at once - from the Gururumon rushing forth, to the blood-crazed Leucrotamon following shortly behind. The Witchmon saw this happen in apparently slow-motion, gritting her teeth as two came to attack the ultimate head-on. Truthfully, Omen on her own might have been difficult to deal with in close combat. But with the wolf intentionally charging in front?

The MetalPhantomon wouldn't even try to dodge. That claw would strike right against the ultimate's rib-cage, leaving her at point-blank range for the skeleton to wrap its arm around, attempting to grapple onto the Garurumon with its lightning-imbued arm. And should the specter grab hold?

The entire surface area of the MetalPhantomon's front side would be safe from the Shuckmon's flames, and if Omen wanted to carry through with her crazed assault, she'd quite literally have to tear through her ally.

"That's it, I've had it - you lot are joining this boneyard!"

If the MetalPhantomon had a solid grip, he'd keep it, and arch his bony chin over the Garurumon's shoulder, letting out a point-blank Mortal Scream at Omen's face, attempting to 'glitch' her sight and senses, as he'd done with the BlackGarurumon before.

If successful? This would be followed by a forceful push, shoving the MetalGarurumon right into the fangs of that violent creature.