Kyomon heard a scream. He had high suspicions it was Anne and darted forward to see her scrambling back up the hill, stumbling, looking back along the way. Now he could see she was hyperventilating. "Anne! Anne, what's wrong?!"

"Down…down there," she gasped. "Something…her…she…oh my God…I…"

Jonathan got the gist and slowly moved up to the edge of the hill. He saw something black and, for a fleeting moment, wondered what it could be. Then he saw light catch on something on the black object. Then he knew.

Jacquelyn. Facedown on the ground. With a large bloody hole in her back.

He took a deep breath, trying not to let himself get sick. Then he moved down to the body, slowly. The light caught on something on the ground nearby, again. He picked it up. It was a long, crystalline quill. Then he saw many more of them were embedded in her back. He picked it up; it seemed fragile, somehow. He decided to pocket it and went back to Anne. "I don't think we should continue this way," he said.

"You didn't need to tell me that twice!" growled Anne. Kyomon had taken a look and blanched. "Where else can we go?" he asked.

"We could try going around it," Jonathan said. "C'mon, let's go."

Walking past the body again, however, Jonathan noticed an odd, black device near Jacquelyn's hand. Making sure no one else saw him, he ducked down and pocketed that, too. Something told him that it was important.

Anne had gotten over it in under an hour. The jungle was only getting thicker and a tense silence had grown. She just knew, somehow, that something was going to happen. She was right.

"Kobuuuuuuuuuu!"

"What was that?!"

"I don't know!"

"Is it a Digimon?!"

"How should I know?!"

"Everybody, shut up!"

Of the small party, Anne was the only one to keep her resolve while the other males were panicking. Another silence followed. Then another cry came from behind them, in a different, deeper voice.

"Kobuuuuuuuuu!"

Suddenly, a large Digimon jumped down from above them. It was about seven feet tall and had a giant snake's head which was entirely black except for two yellow stripes along its eyes, but a humanoid body from the neck down, completely covered in black armor that looked like Lestemon's. It had a long, steel, double-pointed javelin strapped to its back, which it drew, hissing. Anne heard a crash behind them, and whirled around immediately. Another Digimon was there that looked almost exactly like the other one, only it was a vibrant emerald green where the black was and had black stripes instead of yellow. This one drew a heavy curved sword from its back and advanced slowly.

"What are you doing here?" demanded the black one.

"We, uh, we were just, uh, passing through, ah, we're not looking for any trouble," stammered Penmon. Anne was surprised, since Kyomon would normally be the one to do this. But why—

"Kyomon, Digivolve, to…Lestemon!"

Oh. Sunlight glinted off the electric blue scales of the large, reptilian Digimon as he growled, "Back off."

The green one spoke this time. "Why should we? Are we trespassing on our territory? I think not." He raised the sword, ready to strike. The black one also raised the javelin and hissed, "We should not have to worry from some simple Champion, besides. Adiòs." He raised the javelin. Anne quickly searched through her rucksack for her cards, when she found four cards that had not been there before. She pulled them out and looked at them. One was blue, one was gold, and the other two were silver. The blue one was nondescript; however, the gold one had a yin/yang symbol on it, and one of the silver ones had a separate yang symbol. [A/N: The black one with the white dot, silly.] The other one had the separate yin symbol. Lestemon growled and would have attacked had there not been another cry from the jungle.

"KOBUUUUUUUUU!"

Startled, the black snake lowered his javelin, as did the green one with his sword. This voice was different, more commanding—and female. Then, another snakelike form emerged from the jungle. Anne could only guess that this was the female voice. She resembled the other two Digimon—except that, unlike the others, she had a large hood. Her scales were a deep amethyst, and her armor was more metallic, more modern-looking than the other two. It, too, was black, but seemed to be somehow deeper. A deep, silver symbol was also on the chestplate. It looked like this, sort of: Ж. She growled and yelled "kobu" again. The other two snakes murmured "kobu" back. She then turned to Anne and said, "I am sorry for any trouble we have caused you."

"No," she said. "That's…quite all right. Er…who are you?"

"First, I think we should have the right to ask who are you, no?"

"My name is Anne Connor. This Digimon,"—she motioned to Lestemon—"is my partner Digimon, Lestemon. This is Jonathan and Penmon."

"I'm Matt," said Matt. "This is Shedramon. Now that our, introductions are out of the way, who are you?"

The large, purple snake nodded. "I am called Kobumon." She motioned towards the black snake. "This is Kraimon." Then she motioned to the green. "And this is Mambamon."

"Mamba?" asked Jonathan quizzically. "Isn't that some sort of dance?"

"It is not, you idjit," said Anne. "You bloody well know it's not. The mamba is a snake. Obviously, Kobumon is a cobra and Kraimon is a krait. Am I right?"

Kobumon looked confused for a moment, then shrugged, and said, "I guess so, but I don't really know."

"Could you do us a favor?" asked Anne.

"Depends. What do you need?"

"Well, first, have you seen a Kamemon?"

"Kah-may-uh what?"

"He looks like a green lizard, he's a bit smaller than Lestemon. Have you seen him?"

"…No, lo siento."

Anne's heart sank.

"However, we did see someone hauling a large, silver Digimon that looked like a cross between a horse and a dragon. Would that help?"

Nisamon! "Yes, thank you very much! Now, d'you know which way they went?"

She nodded. "We can take you there, if you wish."

"Yes, that would be very kind of you."

A few minutes later, Anne began to notice that Jonathan was lagging behind somewhat. "Cleese! Hurry up!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming…" When he reached her, she noticed something like a Palm Pilot in his hand.

"What's that?"

"Oh, this? I just found it, and—oh, frig!"

"What?!"

"Look at this, look at this!" he exclaimed quickly and shoved it into her hands. She looked at the screen and gasped. Jonathan had figured out how to get to pat transmissions on the device—one in particular.

"Jonathan!" she whispered loudly. "These are direct directions to London! St. James Park, even! And exactly how to trap Nisamon! This was all planned by someone else!" Then she thought. "But…why—?"

"I already know all that," he said. " I looked at some other transmissions, too. You remember that list I showed you? Apparently, Jacquelyn's been breaking into those locations all over the world! The only one she missed was the Thread, but I think that was because it was new, but the most recent one before Nisamon was kidnapped was Hypnos in Japan. She's been collecting all these deletion programs and viruses, and I'm sure you can guess why.

"PetitDracomon."

"Exactly."

"But you can't just totally create a brand new Digimon out of anti-data! It's impossible, it has to be."

"Maybe it is. Remember what the oracles said? He was created out of fragments of destroyed Digimon. Possibly these Digimon, when mixed together, create something that resembles PetitDracomon. And the programs and viruses only add to his lethalness."

She shuddered. "Jonathan, don't scare me like that…"

"You know I'm dead serious."

"Yo, lovebirds!" called Matt. "Are you done chitchatting yet? We have a problem!"

"Go away, you bloody American!" called Anne back.

"Oh, wow, I'm so offended. Did you hear me? We have a problem!"

"What is it?"

"Someone has been here that does not belong here," said Mambamon, drawing his sword. Lestemon growled and Kraimon whipped out his javelin.

"What d'you mean, 'I don't belong'? Is that supposed to scare me off, like some little kit?"

The voice had come from behind them…but nothing was there. Instead, a humanoid Digimon dropped down in front of them. Anne pulled out her D-Power and scanned its data.

"Doumon, Ultimate level…that's all it says."

[A/N: Okay, I am NOT going to include a description for Doumon, because she does exist. For those who don't know what Doumon looks like, it's essentially a purple recolor of Taomon. Comprende? …Oh, and DON'T ask why I keep including Spanish in this chapter. @_@ … Also, to even attempt to see the very vague connection between Reptilia Draco and my other fic, Omen, go see Lunadramon's talk about the creation of Digimon in Omen. Por favor? ^ ^ ]

"Only an Ultimate?" sneered Kraimon. "Very well, then. Neuro Shocker!" A large green bolt of what appeared to be electricity shot out from the end of his javelin. Doumon dodged it with ease. "Thousand Spells!" Surprisingly, the attack slammed the Mega into a nearby tree. This time, Mambamon stepped forth.

"Neuro Bolt!"

"Thousand Spells!"

The attack had the same effect in Mambamon as it did Kraimon. The Ultimate still remained unscathed. Then Shedramon tried, to no avail. "This doesn't make sense," muttered Anne. "An Ultimate beat three Megas without getting harmed once. How can that happen?!"

Suddenly, Kobumon stepped forward. "It's my turn," she hissed.

"No," said Lestemon. "I'll go before you. You're the strongest…we need to save you for last."

"…Very well. Then I will aid you." She pulled out a sword, longer and straighter than Mambamon's. She stepped back. Anne hadn't said a thing until now. "Lestemon, don't…"

"I have to," he said, straightening his back.

"Oh, darn, and I was just about to finish off the main course," said Doumon. "Prepare to die."

The two engaged battle immediately. Doumon attempted her Thousand Spells attack, but Lestemon was too swift. He darted behind her and leaped on her back, digging his claws in her back. She screeched and attempted to throw him off, but to no avail. He grabbed two blades from his bandoleer and thrust them in her back. She yelled again and finally thrust him off her back and onto the ground. Blood flowing from the center of her back, she began physically attacking Lestemon.

"Lestemon!" Anne yelled. She knew she had to do something, but what? She looked in her rucksack blindly for her cards again, and pulled out what she thought what a speed card.

"Digimodify! Speed, activate!"

Nothing happened.

"What?!" She looked at the card. It wasn't the speed card, it was that weird blue card. Oh, well, I guess it wouldn't hurt…

"Digimodify! Er…blue card, activate!"

Perhaps they weren't quite the correct words, but they seemed to do something. Lestemon felt an incredible rush of data throughout his entire body.

"Lestemon, Digivolve to…"

He lost the bandoleer, and in return, gained a large, silver cloak, with two long rips in the back where the shoulder blades were. The black scales turned silver; the blue stripes were black. The quills were replaced with blades running down from his head to his nape of his neck. His left arm was also replaced a metal, mechanical one, with three long, curved claws on the end and something that looked like a gun barrel in the middle.

"…GinLestemon!"

GinLestemon threw Doumon off with ease and leapt up. He growled and Doumon growled back. The two circled each other when Doumon smirked and became airborne. "What's the matter?" she called down to him. "Little birdy can't fly?"

GinLestemon merely closed his eyes. "Spirit Wing!" he called, snapping his eyes open as a white, opaque ghostlike material gathered on the two rips in his cloak, forming two large, reptilian wings. He took flight after Doumon, who paled and went higher. "Silver Claw!" he yelled again, thrusting his three claws, now wide open, directly into Doumon's arm. She shrieked in pain and, panicking, made the mistake of pulling her arm up—which resulted in one nasty scar. Then she hissed, saying, "You'll pay for that, lizard scum!"

"What's wrong, little kit? Did I make a booboo on your brand new outfit?" sneered GinLestemon.

"Thousand Spells!"

The attack thrust GinLestemon into a tree. He was terribly shaken up and rather dazed, but not harmed enough to discontinue the fight.

"Neuro Lightning!"

The attack came out of nowhere. A large, electric green and black sphere shot out from Kobumon's sword directly into Doumon. She screamed and was instantly paralyzed, unable to move. "Now!" roared Kobumon over the chaos.

He raised his metal arm, the claws retracting so that the tips barely touched the surface of the barrel. "Titanium Bullet!"

Next thing anyone knew, the attack smashed into Doumon's bad arm. Unfortunately, the shock from the blast knocked the Neuro Lightning out of effect. She groaned in pain. "I'll get you soon," she said. "You can count on it." Then, she disappeared. She didn't die, that was obvious—she must've teleported, or something.

"Did we win?" said Kraimon dazedly from his resting-place at the foot of the tree.

"Not exactly," said Anne, grinning at the new Ultimate. "We'll explain later."