Shit. This isn't going well. Wild lets Rookmon speak, but the Wolf runs himself into the wall-

Oh this is bad.

"Black Frost!" he calls out, the darkest of the Jack Bros bursting forth with a giggling hee-ho. At Wild's command, it uses Diamond Dust, choking out the flames with icy pillars. He hopes that they'll also help to keep the facility stable for a little longer.

"We need to keep this place from going down!"