Under the fire, it doesn't thrash so much as melt into a puddle of... something colourful, shifting, that likewise stays inert, no longer moving. There's also the sound of incoming feet pounding ground, someone or something running their direction but out of sight beyond the slowly dissolving buildings.

"Wait," he says, looking between Takato and Growmon, "How are we going to hide you? Ugh, whatever, let's move!"

Leaving the puddle that still sparks some with fire behind, if he's followed, and heading down another not so narrow alley between buildings.