Daniel slid a hand through his blondish hair and signed lightly. He didn't understand any of this, he didn't really want to either, why was Israfel mad at Will and him. "Gods.. I'm not sticking around.. I'm ganna find 'er", he told Will and Vinni before turning away, walking through the streets. He looked over his shoulder, making a small gesture as if to wave. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he was going to find her no matter what. ".. Rit..", he silently whispered under his breath, icey blue eyes looking around his eerie surroundings. Almost everything lied in ruins, and it wasn't over. He broke into a run until he made it to Serenity's ruined house, he sadly drooped his head, sliding his hand into his pocket and pulling his tarnish, silvery gun out. He loaded it with silver, toxin bullets then glanced around. "Cmon..", he urged silently.

'Yeah...' Will said, watching Daniel zoom into the distance. His head drooped, so he said bye to Vinni and walked onwards to the arranged safehouse. He half hoped she'd be there, but he remembered Oraclemon's words: 'Don't hold out false hope.'
He walked in, seeing Unamon and Rendumon on the floor. 'Hey...' he said quietly, not expecting a responce. He dropped onto a pile of bedding in the corner, and let his head roll to the side. His eyelid dropped closed.
Rendumon looked at the bed. Will was gone...

Daniel had searched everywhere, he finally made it back to the safe house, opening the door. Blood seemed to flow freely down his lanky, lean body, he blinked, one of his eyes closed tightly. A large, cut stretched up from below his eye, to the top of his forehead. Scratches, and gashes along the sides of his chest, and some of the material in his pants were gone. He spotted Rendumon and Unamon, as he swayed lightly. He caught himself, holding onto the wall. ".. I tried..", he silently said then looked over to Rendumon. "I can't find her.. I can't find 'er..", he repeated over and over again until he finally looked to the bed and blinked. ".. Where's Will..", he stammered.

'I...I don't know... he just diappeared...' Rendumon answered in a panicky voice. He felt thin threads of energy tugging at his body, pulling him through the dimensions. In a flash of light he disappeared, leaving no trace.

Daniel swore, punching the wall to vent his anger, he took a deep breath then signed. He sagged against the wall, then lowered his head lightly. ".. Unamon.. What do I do..", he said simply, staring at the ground, he was losing hope already. He didn't know what to do. He was so lost.

There was a shadow in the doorway. 'Where's Will?' he muttered, a bear like digimon standing behind him. Drake stepped into the light, covered in his own blood. Purgemon stepped in too, instinctively bounding over to Unamon, but decided not to trample his unconcious form.

Daniel raised his bloodied head, then lowered it, staring back at the ground. He looked like a hannibal that had just eaten everybody, covered in blood, slumped against the floor, in the corner. "I don't know.. Will.. and Rendu.. disapeared..", he told him, leaning back his head, he looked at Drake, then got up. "Everyones ganna die..", he silently mumbled then looked over at Unamon and Purgemon.

Unamon didn't make a sound. His eyes were closed, lying in a drying pool of his own blood that was also fast drying on his usually white fur.

"Snow...." He saw images, faces that didn't belong to anything or anyone he had ever met before, but that he knew for some unknown reason that he did.
He wandered round the mist as the faces and images pressed against him. He felt sick and distorted as they looked at him, and at one time he closed his eyes, not wanting to see anything that was watching him. "Snow...where are you?" He whimpered.

Drake knelt down beside Unamon. 'Danny, I hate to say this,' he said, a quick scan of Dnaiel's mind, 'but we gotta fight a war. There's nothing we can do for Serenity now... finding her could take months, maybe years. And there's no guarantee she's still alive.' He spoke fast, eager not to let Daniel react before he'd finish, and then have to suffer blow after blow of reality. 'I was just in a battle, and it's slowly moving this way. Our job is to stop them fighting. Remember, Perilblade's our enemy, digimon are not.'

".. I know..", Daniel seemed to respond, rather a choke as reality gripped his mind, and squeezed harshly. He pushed himself to his feet, his tarnished, silver, gun in his hand. He looked up at Drake, then smiled lighty, weakly. His gun would guide him, Griever would. "Let's go @#%$ kill this dickweed", he said deviously, a flash of hope still flickered in his eyes, as a strange melody that pulled him towards the hope, the hope of finding Serenity. If he killed Perilblade. 'But didja know, that when it snows. My eyes become wider, and the light that you shine can be seen', the familiar song rang clearly through his head, like bells.

Loki dangled her legs over the side of her bed, running her hands through her raven locks. She had seen the devistation of the war to come in a nightmare that haunted her everytime she fell asleep. She sighed, and hugged her pillow a moment. "I better go find Will, i'm sure he knows what's happening...." she added, standing up and changing into her usual set of eccentric clothes. She opened the door, and wondered out into the street, wondering the streets a while, before hearing a rather loud conversation in the 'safe house'. She peered through a window, noticing Rendumon and raised an eyebrow, Drake and Daniel however were unfamiliar to her. She creaked open the door and slowly, and awkwardly stepped inside. "Renny, where's Will?" she crouched down as if asking Rendumon to come to her. "I need to tell him about these narly dreams i keep having about fighting and blood spilling...." she paused biting her lip before sighing, "So where is he?". The figure of an agile black wolf was perched on the window ledge, his emerald eyes blurring in the shadow as he hopped into the light, it was Rashumon. He sat by Loki and watched Daniel and Drake with a piercing gaze.

'We dunno, he's gone... for now.' Drake answered, pulling out his sword and spinning it by his side. 'Daniel... Periblade's dangerous. It's hard to kill an immortal. Me an' Will had this war figured out to the final detail, all except Perilblade.' He stopped, then thought. He computer brain processed all their options, and then the probability of sucess. The highest was 0.0023%. 'Daniel, Loki, I can hold of the hordes, and seperate the battles, but I cannot defeat Periblade. I want you guys to find out as much as possible, because even people who can't die are vulnerable to something. We need to find a loop-hole.' He placed his hand out, ready for them to place their's on top as a sign of friendship and determination. 'Saddle up. Lock and load.'

Loki stared wide eyed at Drake's hand a moment. "Hold on one sec..." she folded her arms, "I just walked in, i have no idea what's going on and you want me to lock and load?" she sighed and shook her head. "If i do fight, it won't be me fighting, just a friendly warning there...." she added, placing her pale hand on top of Drake's. Rashumon broke up the friendship ring and stood in the middle of Drake and Loki. "Oh no you don't Loki, we are not going to galavant off in some war we know nothing about, it's suicidal..." the black wold protested. "Fine, chickenmon, you can stay here, and i'll go...". Loki responded shrugging lightly. Rashumon grumbled but sighed and nodded in submitance.

'CHICKEN CHICKEN CHICKEN!!' Purgemon yelled, dancing around Rashumon, peck the air and making clucking noises.
'Rashumon, this war will consume all if we don't do something. It is written in Destiny that all will die during this war, so you can either risk death now or have certain death later.'

".. Hmf..", Daniel snorted silently as he stood in the darkened corner, but surprisingly, he stepped out and put his hand atop of Loki and Will's. He smiled lightly, then nodded, knowing if your going to do is rather unsettling. Even though you can't stop it, it makes you feel weak of changing the future. But unlike those people that think that way, he didn't care. He would die fighting Perilblade and trying to find Serenity. Because, he didn't have anything to lose. "Let's do this @#%$..", he said.

Drake nodded, and then without a word turned away. 'Find his weakness,' he said, before leaving in the building battle outside. His weapons flashed in the light just before he disappeared.
Purgemon sat next to Unamon's unconcious form. 'I'll stay here,' he said, smiling innocently.

"Hm.. Alright..", Daniel muttered before glancing up at Loki, he found it strange bringing a girl with him to save the world, but he knew Loki was strong, stronger then normal. "Alright, you coming with me", he asked her then raised a brow, curious. He stood at the door, with his silver, tarnished gun clasped in his hand as if it was glued there.

Two weeks passed, slowly, painfully. Drake travelled the world, and, through the use of diplomacy (not one of his strong points), broke up battles. A large gathering grew with him, and the battles died down.

Then, on the sunday before the end of the month (although which people had lost track off) there was a terrible rumbling everywhere around the world. The Atlantic dried up in moments, and the western coast of Europe and eastern coast of America became ice cold, and blizzards swirled.
East of the mid-atlantic ridge, metal pylons burst out of the ground. They joined together, wielding with sharp bangs. They formed a complex tower, which could be seen from almost any other point in the northern hemisphere. Thousands of kilometres tall, it was an imposing sight.

Drake looked up through the storm. All that was visible was the peak of the tower, black iron. 'Perilblade...' he muttered. He gave a grin. The war was over, he sensed Perilblade's fear. A fear of failure, one he knew all too well.
He joined Daniel and Loki in their search for information that could lead to the downfall of Perilblade.


'They say it's all over, m'lord...' the bulky slave-digimon muttered.
'Nooo.... it cannot be...' Periblade replied, eyes narowing and lips tightening.
'They say, m'lord, that a one man army is breakin' up the battles... human, they says...'
'No, not human. It's Drake. He wants to end me!'
'D-Drake...' came the slave's fearful voice.
'Yes... well, he will not suceed. My partner will see to that.'
'P-partner, m'lord?'
'Is there an echo in here?'
'No, m'lord, sorry, m'lord...'

Daniel looked up at Loki and Drake, then grinned, he himself was bruised, blood and seemed to be surging with power. The power of killing, he had broke through the evil digimon with his gun, and with the aid of Drake and Loki. He lowered his head, then his ears seemed to twitch oddly, he looked up quickly. "Were close..", he told them.

After a bit of walking they seemed to be only getting closer and closer, he could feel it, his body seemed to shake with a sense of dominance. They were winning.

Drake turned to the crowd of digimon and humans he was at the head of. 'WE REST HERE!' he yelled at the millions. 'TOMORROW...' a pause, 'WE MARCH ON PERILBLADE!!!'
This stirred quite a reaction. They did not know enough to defeat him. He could wipe them all out single handedly.
Drake sat on the earth. They were among a mountain range, which would originally have been at the bottom of the Atlantic. He waved Loki and Daniel over to him.
'He won't wait long,' he said. 'And I'm worried about Oraclemon's prophesy. Daniel had crossed his arms over his chest, looking up at the mountian with silvery, blue eyes, he was unphased by what was happening. Unphased that his future was to die, his desteny, he just hoped that Keiromon was far away, he hadn't seen him all day. "Reminds me of war, like the the old prophecy", he absent mindedly said then glanced at Drake, "Except I'm not the head general anymore", he stated, adding a humorous note, "And I ain't swinging around a sword".

Drake nodded slightly, but didn't question him. For the first time in years he felt tired, and his muscles ached. He held his gun in front of him, feeling the weight. 'Feels heavier than usual...'

Loki stayed quiet, slightly overwhelmed by the amount of digimon that had come to fight for the cause. "Um........so what now?" she spoke up rather sheepishly. Her emerald eyes sparkling as she scanned Drake and Daniel before shrugging slightly and crouching beside Rashumon. She placed her arms around the black wolf's shoulders, resting her head against his as she patted him gentley with a sigh.

"Well, Since this is like war.. The 'troops' will rest, and be fed whatever they have rationed, or whatever is nearby, I heard there was an old warehouse full of frozen, and meat goods", Daniel told them wisely, for once, he felt like he was in war again. Except he was not a thirteen year old, and didn't know his old toungue anymore. He was just a punkish, gun wielding guy that knew a lot about killing others. Simple, and at the point. He would not talk about his past.

"Drake, ya should stay and talk to the others, they need encouragement, Loki.. Ya should go gather up a few digimon, and tamers and find the warehouse", he suggested, then nodded, he took out his gun, as it shined, tarnished silver in the pale moonlight.

"I'll scout out the enemies, count their numbers and think up a plan to take them by surprise..", he added plainly, then smiled.

"Well.. First.. I gotta find a ride..", he stated, almost complaining. He shrugged, and disapeared into the night, leaving only his strange, wise words behind. He was a strategist.

After awhile of walking, he suddenly spun around hearing strange, neighing sounds. He blinked through the misty darkness that had engulfed the aread around him. Suddenly, surging out of the darkness was a strange, likeness of a horse. Black, camouflaged with the darkness. He watched it walk up to him, he patted his mane, then looked up to the sky. "Thank gods..", he said then swung up onto his gelding.

He swung the gelding around, then smirked lightly, as he reined his gelding up the mountain. He leaned in, so that the horse could make the climb. Then stopped, saying a single word, and the gelding stood atop the mountain. Looking down at a pass.

'Hmmm...' Drake muttered, looking at the ground and spinning his gun around his finger. He looked up at the digimon and humans, and placed his gun on the ground. Purgemon wandered among the horde, handing out food and water.
Drake called over a rookie digimon. 'Get me a gun. Get me a good gun...'

"The first line..", Daniel stated as he looked at the hordes of evil, virus digimon, all darkish. This would not be good if they tried to ambush them at night, he blinked then smirked deviously. Flinking his fingers into the air, he looked to the ground. His enchanting, blue eyes caught sight of the first line, they were stopped, one big, wolfish figure seemed to be walking back and forth in front barking out orders.

He could only vaguely hear them, he swung off of his gelding, then tied it to a tree branch. He slowly, and silently made his way down the cliff, only half way where a boulder hid him completely. He could now hear the plans of invasion, and at this point.. it wasn't looking to good.

Drake took the rifle in both hands. 'Loki, yer in charge...' he said, starting off. Purgemon watched him go, but didn't follow.
Drake trod easily up the mountain, his feet hardly landing before he took his next step. He came over the ridge, and slid down to meet Daniel. He listened as well.
'They'll come for us in the morning... we'll have to move out early...' he muttered. 'This doesn't sound right... hit and run isn't Perilblade's usual tactic.' One word immediatly came to mind: distraction.