A/N: This chapter is daunting to me. I tried for a few weeks to get this one done, but the damned button to save was either broken or stuck. This chapter went through... 4...no... 5 edits and is probably riddled with mistakes. I installed some new programming in the DOS system of my computer and it's actually learning human traits horribly fast. I think it likes to piss me off.

Bright spires of energy and lightning rose from the floor, rising up and up into oblivion. Stray sections of the bolts skittered around Chevron Ultima, playfully snaking back and forth around him in a cheery dance. His black hair, which was far too long for his liking, was fraying and sparking from static electricity. Chevron Ultima breathed in deeper, looking down at his hand, eyes calculating thoughtfully. The others had to stand back a few more steps, as the amount of energy being produced dwarfed anything they had ever felt. It wasn't just overwhelming, but frightening as well. It possessed more malice than the D-Reaper, twice as much killing intent. Blades of light made the Digimon stay back, fearing that the energy had a mind of its own, and it would lash out at them. So far, Chevron Ultima had ignored them, staring at his hand. Sakuyamon thought that he was looking at his own code, for errors. She hoped he didn't find any.

"Damn."

"What? What is it?" Gallantmon asked, wincing at the energy induced migraine he was experiencing. Chevron Ultima sighed.

"I don't have enough power to sustain this form, let alone win with it." He said flatly, lowering his hand, still looking away.

"That's not enough power?" MegaGargomon sputtered, indicating the swirling amount of power he was letting out. Chevron shook his head slowly, releasing buffeting waves of air.

"No where near enough. I can't even power up the Yuggoth Magnum to 10 percent, let alone the 60 percent I need to damage the Neutral." Chevron Ultima groaned. His hand twitched, showing them the gun briefly. It didn't spark with power, unlike the rest of him. Apparently, all his power was dedicated to keeping his form stable. Sakuyamon got anxious.

"Perhaps we can channel some of our power to you…?" She suggested. Chevron Ultima stared back at her for a full 30 seconds before his gaze faltered. It made Sakuyamon feel even more nervous, like he was angry at her, too. Ultima spoke.

"That won't work either." He blandly spat. In a vicious whirlwind of light, Chevron Ultima vanished, shrinking down to Chevron's rookie mode. The others stared down at him. Chevron stared up at the Megas. He was still distant, but not as much. Chevron smiled to make them feel better.

"It's not your fault," he said calmly. "The fault lies with me as to why you can't simply be a battery to me…." Gallantmon stared down.

"Why?"

"Right now, my power isn't being regularly emitted. Normally, I'd have plenty of power to win on my own, but as of now, my energy is always at 30 percent of what it should be. If you just gave me your power, you three would die before I could reach maximum potential. There is only one who can help me with that one…"

"Who?"

The city had seen much better days, and not just because the buildings that adorned the skyline were now rubble and smoking, nor because of the horrid scars of dirt and rock filling the once busy streets. The sky rumbled with dark clouds, the sky still reflecting red light back down. The city was in hell because it was filled to the brim with electromagnetically based fog beings with only two settings: kill and devour. Most of them simply patrolled the city streets, searching for the one being that dared challenge them so far. Chiromon, who had managed to actually kill one of the fog creatures, had fled. A smart fighter would stay in hiding, picking them off one by one, until the eventual destruction and completion of his mission. Yet, Chiromon's chaotic tendencies and need for general de-constructive activity kept him from true rational thought. In many ways, he indeed mirrored Chevron, who in a lighter sense couldn't keep still long either.

Chiromon stood far above the streets, one foot holding the side of the building's roof, the other behind him. He stared down at the damaged city, eyes drifting over the darkness. In the distance, the Hypnos building shimmered like a blue pillar of light and color. He blinked.

"First rule of defense: Prevent a foothold situation. Well, that one pretty much is out of the question. If we had more power, I could have broadened the shield, but I doubt the city grid would be able to sustain such a feat. Second rule of defense is to locate the leader of the attacker's force. Chevron should be dealing with that… as long as his raw strength holds up. But with that kind of strain, his three day limit is shredded to one third of that, if not less. Third rule of defense: Establish a motive for attacking and find a way around that. They want me now…" He muttered to himself. "I'll give them just that…" Chiromon lifted his open hands and barked his attack.

"Dark Puppet Show!" Iron cables exploded out of his hands, twisting and twining around like snakes. The metallic cables lanced downward and into the stone of the building. Pieces of the material flittered down into the streets, nearly clipping two of the fog creatures. They turned to look up in time to see a giant mass of stone land on them, crushing them and the street below them. Rippling waves of concrete, dust, and wind exploded out down the street. A giant golem made of building material and "I" beams stood over them, getting up out of a crouch. Metal cables coming from its arms and shoulders came up and into Chiromon's sleeves, which was standing on the golem's head, eyes glaring down at the mass of shadowy guts below.

"My dark golems are only as good as the material I have around, but since this is the equivalent of me throwing a house on you, I think this version will work just fine." He muttered, twiddling his fingers, making the golem's large jaw slide open and release what could pass for a laugh, the single eye flittering around. Chiromon tensed up. He gripped his fists and wrenched his arm back. The golem crouched down and turned. A lancing blast of energy came past, shattering the mass of stone and metal. Chiromon leapt high into the air, manipulating the stone and metal with speed. The golem's body re-shaped and contorted, making a longer, sleeker form, with wings of light coming out the back. A stony dragon rose from the ground, a single eye glowing and its long jaw clenched tight, flying up to greet its master. Chiromon pulled his hands back, making the dragon spin. Chiromon yelled for his next attack.

…And vanished in a brilliant flash of light.

Chevron blinked and opened his mouth to explain whom he was talking about, when a brilliant flash of light and a scream of terror made him turn to look. Chevron ducked as a huge mass of stone and cables came roaring overhead. As Chevron leaned back, past the point of being able to get up, ala Keanu Reeves Matrix style, he noted that his brother was stuck in the center of the pile, yelling at the sudden gravitational switch and the sudden lack of proper oxygen. Chevron blinked and stared at the mass as it landed, leaving a disgruntled Chiromon underneath, poking his head out.

"What the hell was that?"

"Yo."

Chiromon looked up at his brother and winced.

"Why the hell I am not shocked…"

"Need your energy… I can't do this on my own."

"Just absorb theirs!" He yelled, pointing at the three Megas, who was now huddled far enough away to barely hear them, worried that Chevron would summon something that would end up on them.

"Absorbing energy only goes so far. I need a unity…"

"Fuck you and your idea!"

"Oh, Come on! It's not that bad!"

"A fusion will lead to another round of 'I told you so' and I know I can manage my job without merging with a pistol jockey!"

"First off, it's a Magnum and secondly, DNA Digivolution is the most powerful option we have."

"It's not an option!"

"Just for a few minutes! Ten minutes is all I need!" Chevron pleaded, sweat drop forming. Chiromon growled.

"You want to DNA Digivolve and hopefully defeat the Neutral…"

"Yup…"

"…within ten minutes, which I might add, you may not have…"

"Yes…"

"..And emit beyond regulation energy without destroying all Digital Matter in a 30 mile radius on all three dimensions, all to kill one host?"

Chevron snapped his fingers. "That's the plan."

"That's the plan?"

"That's the plan."

"That plan sucks!"

Chevron opened his mouth to speak, when iron cables from the wreckage exploded out, sending all the metal and stone toward him. Chevron yelped as he dodged around, desperately trying to keep from being smashed against the previously still shrapnel. A hand rushed out of the pile, grabbing Chevron's collar and gripping him a few feet in the air. Chiromon towered over him, eyes staring him down with dark intent.

"Kill me if you wish, but you know that this is the only option." Chevron said, gritting his teeth in a snarl. Chiromon stared down at his little brother and growled, throwing him to the ground.

"Do what you want Chevron, but I will fight in my own way, alone!" He snarled, walking away from the shaken Mega. Chevron sat there, staring after his brother, eyes calculating. He finally realized that the Tamer Digimon were still standing there, shocked and quiet. He glanced back at them, surprised that they were still there. His head tilted as he looked on.

"And what are you lot here for, again?" He asked, genuinely confused. The others felt like they wanted to strangle the tiny Digimon. The air charged suddenly.

"CHEVRON! BEHIND YOU!"

Chevron looked back and up slowly. He saw a split second image of something large and spiked just before the spot he was sitting on shattered and whatever it was crushed through the ground. The thing was a long appendage, an arm to be specific, connected to the only other living thing that was in that mid-way dimension. It looked like a silhouette of a person, but horribly stretched up and down. A spiky topped head that looked like spiky hair held only two dagger eyes, pupils staring straight ahead. The broad shoulders held up two ridiculously long arms, ones that reached down to the thing's feet. Spiked knuckles and clawed hands gripped an invisible something. Long legs held it up, connected to a waist that was thin as a twig. Clawed feet sat at the bottom. The entire creature was a very dark purple-red mix, save the eyes, which were like they were made of glass. It pulled its hand back, revealing a crater. The Tamer Digimon tensed up, eyes of where Chevron was. There was no sign of a body. The creature spoke like an elderly gentleman.

"Pity… One hit and he was finished…? Not very brilliant if looked at it in a physiological standpoint… Weak…" It sighed. "Oh dear… More of them…" It shifted its gaze on the group. A voice spoke out of the air.

"That's the thing about me…" Chevron said, falling from the sky and landing on the crater. "…Is that if there is no body left behind, chances are pretty high that I'm not dead." He shuddered as he got his bearings. Chiromon sneered.

"So you survived… Pity. Now sit back and catch your breath while I finish this!" Chiromon shouted as he dashed forward. Chevron lifted a hand.

"No! Wait a minute!" He yelled. Chiromon headed right for the creature and opened his palms, wired sprouting out.

"CABLE FLYER!"

The creature sighed again.

"You understand so little… You are so small in the light…"

In a blur of motion, Chiromon blinked as his wires and attack reversed and aimed right for his head. He had time to swear and that was all. The attack lashed back and sent him reeling. The creature vanished and appeared over Chiromon, eyes down.

"I have been trying to educate you… yet you know nothing as of yet…

"LIGHT BREAKER!"

The creature vanished in time to avoid the swirling beam of light. Chevron ran up to Chiromon, looking down in concern. Other a few scratches, he was fine.

"Are you hurt?" Chevron asked. Chiromon rubbed his forehead in frustration.

"Just my pride." He groaned. Chevron sighed and kicked him in the shoulder.

"Well, get up. He can't be taken down like that." Chevron growled. "We need to power up. NOW!"

"RIGHT! Alright already! Back off! I know when you're right… This isn't that often once you think about it…"

"Focus!"

The Tamer Digimon ran over to Chevron. Gallantmon stared down at them.

"Chevron… That thing is doing something weird…"

"It's powering up, idiot!" Sakuyamon growled, indicating the figure in the distance. Chevron looked around MegaGargomon's legs to see the thing, whatever it was, grow in height, eyes beginning to glow. Chevron swallowed as the creature stared down his gaze from afar, lightning beginning to crackle around the fists. Chevron glanced back at a woken Chiromon and down at the Yuggoth Magnum in his hand. He groaned and eyed his weapon.

"I'm gonna need a bigger gun…"