Unamon gasped, trying to get air into a body system that didn't belong to him....and failing...

The blond haired boy ran forward, he caught sight of something that would have made him sick, he stumbled forward, trying to reach Serenity. He saw the strange wires, they swivelled around, around her body, in her body. "SNOW", he shrilled as he sprinted forward as fast as he could, a rain of sand kicking up into the air, he lunged forward. Stopping and looking up, as he raised his hand, about to tear the wires away.

Will entered the darkness, praying for a torch to fall from the heavens. His eyes were thin as he tried to protect them from the floating dust as well as find Snow.
Then, about thirty metres away, he saw the macabre version of his friend. It was a if someone had ripped her apart and crudely put her back together with a plate of iron.
He ran towards, but he suddenly became aware of patches that were darker than the rest (if at all possible). Digimon.
He tried to remember the summoning words in his head. A Servitor Demon or Afrit of Fealty may be useful right now, and he found himself missing his powers sorely.
Junctus Theu H'acral Servize Orma... he was stuck. One more word...
Too late. They attacked!

The cable suddenly wrenched out of her body, making her convulge painfully, the grippers falling out of her chest one by one. No blood poured from her, the cable had drunk all that was within her, she looked so pale, so thin and shivelled, but the ethreal light that came through her face still made her appear beautiful.
Her mouth formed a single word as her eyes glassed over, oblivious to the sounds of battle that were raging on around her.
Unamon... The voiceless sound faded into darkness, leaving nothing except a bloodied floor that glimmered with gold in the light and a twinking noise that echoed round as something small and silvery hit the ground.

"NOOOOOOOOOO SNOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!" Unamon screamed, windows and other glasses breaking under the pitch and might of his scream.

Isa gasped, her body arching violently in the bed as the doctors held her down. The monitor displayed a continuing non breakable line as they ran around the room.

"Golden light, Master of the 12 Worlds, Divine One clothed in Gold. Save us this one child...Hear my cry, i beg of you....Golden light..."
Ialiamon knelt in the blooded corner, unseen by the attackers and the defenders as she prayed to her Master feevishly for some way of getting one to come back, for one change, one small light in the darkness...

The blond haired boy fell to his knees, for once he felt so helpless, numb and cold as she disapeared. He couldn't help her, now he was standing in the sand, full of silvery, golden blood that spread around him. He got up, solemn silver eyes furious. He took out his Griever, grasping it tightly in his hand, as he spun around shouting angrilly. Silvery flames seemed to burn in his eyes, as he glared around. He finally caught sight of a big, shadow of a creature. Turning around he looked up and gulped. ".. Oh man..", he muttered.

Landing on his shoulder was Keiromon, whom bounded off and stood infront of him. His deep set blue eyes staring up at the creature, it was an ultimate. They were ready, they would fight till the death, for Snow.

"Bio Emerge", they both shouted, and they became one. As data seemed to fling around, flailling and lashing about, in red slashes, and black. A large figure stood, about seven feet high, it was Daniel's body, all black, metallic black, with big, spiky black hair. Tensed muscles rippled from his chest, and he wore a strange, mangled cape around his waist that rippled around his body. Unmoving black eyes seemed steady on the ultimate. He wiped out his hands to his sides and they became big, metal, claws, with feline like claws that exstended a foot long. A swaying, black, long tail that puffed out at the end. "You won't take her", he hissed. This was Sin.

The digimon emerged. Ultimate level... great. Wills guns were ready, but most of them were armoured. He saw a glint of silver from one. The situation looked dire, without his powers this would surely be the end.
A roar of an engine. A flash of metal. A blade and a gun.

Drake landed, taking one of the digimon out. 'Looks like I got here just in time!' he muttered. Blood ran from the many wounds in his body. An unknown digimon backed him up; Will guessed it was Purgemon's champion level.

'Hold them off...' Will said. He began to tap into the third realm, the chaos realm. The words spilled naturally from his mouth. He had no pentacle to protect him... but he'd have to risk it.
He thought back to the list of Daemonic names he had read. He recalled a level 35 Afrit, almost the most powerful their could be. Approximatly a seventy percent chance it would turn on it's master... sounded good.
He muttered the name and the spell was complete...
Grarbulle

A humanoid figure appeared in front of them. His legs were like dogs, ending in wide, cloven hooves. He had fiery ornage fur covering his legs and around his mantle. His head was that of a ram, grey curved horns running parrellel with his long face.