Ah... if he continued to talk like this then the witch would just finish him off and then where would he be? Dead. He wouldn't be the one to finish her. No, he had to be strong. After another moment he let out a breath and soon rose to his feet. The tears still stained his cheeks but he had a determined expression on his face.

"Leave it to me..." he whispered to himself and he clutched at his digivice again, fully prepared to be the one to end her here. Another stream of data surrounded him and he transformed yet again, this time turning into something that he was positive would win this time.

He stood there for a moment and then he flew up, circling the witch and getting ready to attack once more.