[Stone watches the display with interest, then flows back up into his winged form and sets about chasing said idiot kids in the direction of grates, like Tyrannomon was doing.

He's pretty efficient at it, to be honest. Nor does he particularly care about whatever the mons are flinging; he's rolled in worse on accident. He'll just sluice off somewhere.

Elecmon clings to his spines gleefully the whole time.

When there's a lull in the horde, he settles by Tyrannomon again, and lifts his spines in a questioning manner. What do they do while they wait, friend?]