Dukemon uses his shield to push away a group of demons, then moves in to finish them with his lance.

Then, and only then, he drops down to one knee as he catches his breath.

"There are so many," he says. Deep inside his consciousness, both Takato and Guilmon were feeling worn down. Not injured. Dukemon's armor had seen to it that they were protected in that much. But it had been a very long time since they had fought like this so long. And even in the fight against the D-Reaper there had been long breaks for regrouping.