The goblimon, alone, on the floor, wounded, and surrounded... finally seemed to think it was time to throw in the towel. "Alright! Alright, just- get the furry pincushion off my face-"

Gazimon was all too happy to oblige, extricating himself and retreating, fur frizzed out and panting like he'd just run a marathon.

"Are you alright, Gazimon? You're not hurt?"

"Hhhhaaaaah. That was dumb. That was not smart. Fine! Fine. All good. Nothing broken, never let me do that again-"

Frowning, Taiki laid a hand on his partner's shoulder, glancing back at Hikari and Tailmon. "It's quite alright. I don't much like having to resort to violent means, but well- sometimes it can't be helped."