Wanyamon wriggles out of Kouga's grasp as he evaluates the situation. There's not much he can do in terms of attacks, it seems. And time is ticking down on his armor - there's no sense in losing his mind here.

"Kouga, what are you going to do?" He huffs and stands in front of Wanyamon, sword drawn. He's a little further back from Hajime, but if the other needs him he'll rush in. There's not too much he can do, other than -

"Just leave. Take the fruits and go. We don't need any more trouble here."