"The first line seems to be deviding the others into three groups, supposedly an ambush that would corner us from three sides and leave us 'flailling'", Daniel absent mindledly whispered to Drake, closing his eyes for a moment as they continued to listen. He reopened them then nodded, silently acknowledging what Drake had told him. "If we get up early enough, we could head over to this side of the mountain, wait until they reach where we used to be, then charge them", he suggested thoughtfully then thought for a moment, "Or.. Let them pass, leaving an open attack on Perilblade", he stated, then smiled.

The mist seemed to be closing in ighter and tighter, Unamon found he was holding his breath and let it out slowly. His purple eyes picked up arms and legs and faces, not all parts of the same body, pressing around him. And then the whispers started.

They knew why he had come. He didn't know it himself, he had just appeared here.
One of them said that it knew him from stories that were heard on dark nights, listening into a cousin when a dark haired student was speaking to him.
Unamon frowned, he didn't know anyone being a student of anybody...
Apparently, the fearie whispered, the student knew his Tamer rather well...
"Aoshi..." Unamon growled, causing a stir within the mists. An image of the dark haired vampire appeared, a grin on his face as blood dripped down his canines. An arm came up, showing the severed head of... "No!" The digimon howled. He knew it wasn't true, it couldn't be true...

That was his greatest fear. Seeing Snow killed by another person, any person, any creature. He knew Destiny right enough. It would be himself and no other, they would die together in the snow, like the first time they met...in the snow. Making snow angels on the ground...

The mists parted and he squinted, feeling a pull somewhere in his chest as light flooded around him.

Unamon;s comatose body lifted slightly off the floor, not noticed by anyone as the battle raged, and then, slowly, gently, it daterised starting from the looping tail to the blood encrusted paws and head, purple eyes open to nothing.

Drake nodded. 'I estimate we can let them sleep two hours at the most... then we'll move out,' he dropped the end of his gun to the ground, knocking up a little dust. Nobody below saw it. 'Perilblade won't be open, these aren't his best. But we can't risk casualties by a direct attack on these, we'll leave them searching in the dirt.'

Daniel nodded then looked down at the first line, he blinked. "Will have to get back, and inform the troops of the plan, they still need encouragement by their leader..", he stated, then looked at Drake, smirking lightly. This was so much like the battle before, except he himself was the one letting out the battle cry and decapetating his foes.

A slim, blood matted figure of the semi-human tiger stepped into a strange foggy mist that had came around him. He was almost limping, gashes and wounds seemed to bleed. He stayed, protecting the hospital and in panic tried to find Daniel. When he couldn't find him, he broke down and found himself in rage, pushing himself to murder, again and again. Now, tears formed at his eyes as he fell to his knees, then fell down on his chest. He felt as if his hope fled. "Danny.. Una.. Renny..", he cried silently, then fell unconscious, slowly he began to glow a strange white. Then his body was lifted from the ground.

"Troops, forward", he heard a battle cry of a young, bloody boy, and watched him run towards a flank of evil digimon. He squinted through the dust, and watched the two groups fight against each other, tamer and digimon, ripping each other to pieces. He saw the enemies lose, but everyone was dead except for Drake, Daniel, Loki and Rashumon. He watched them march up to Perilblade, ready to kill him.

"No, he's to strong", he yelled at them, but they didn't seem to hear. They carried on, bloody, wounded and almost dying. They stepped up to Perilblade, he watched the young blond haired boy lurch forward, crying out words of the ancient, he had rigante blood, strong, loyal and noble clansmen. He watched as he was grabbed by the throat, then winced as a the blade that Perilblade wielded plunged into the boys heart, then it was twisted, the boy seemed to grunt and mutter a single word. Then he died and was thrown to the side.

".. Danny.. Danny..", he sobbed, then knelt down beside him, burying his face in his lap, as he cried. The tears mixing in with the blood on his cheeks. He growled, snarling, as he surged forward at Perilblade, then everything disapeared. Only to feel dispair.

There was only one thing he wanted to do now, was to be with Snow and Unamon, like the happy days when nothing happened, when they all just watched movies, and ate popcorn. He wanted this back. He didn't want Danny-boy to die, he wanted him to fight for Snow again, to argue. Anything. "RENNNYYY!", he shrieked.

Perilblade spun with his sword, his eyes flashing. He jumped backwards, spinning into the skeletal structure of the tower. 'MY KIN!' he yelled, 'COME TO ME, KILL THESE IMPETENT MORTALS!' A low rumble was heard, and vile virus megas rode out to meet them. Pus dripped from their mouths, their eyes bulging with pure ecstacy.
'LOKI, YOUR IN CHARGE!!!' Drake yelled. He gave out a high pitched whistle.

The reinforcements came, marching along in their thousands. 'Perilblade's ours!'
A glow emitted from the bear like digimon beside him. 'PURGEMON DIGIVOLVE TO... GRAXXLEMON!!!'

They followed Drake into the framework of the tower, ready for the long climb ahead...

The blond-haired boy sat atop the mountains, eyes focused and steady. He sat apon his black gelding, he took out his gun and it twisted, munipulating for a moment, then leighened. It formed a strange, sword that had the hilt like a sword. He rested it on his shoulder. He looked at the first line of shooting digimon that they had then smiled as the gruesome foes drew neary. "Flank up", he yelled. He watched as they grew closer.

"Fire", he shouted and saw some in the first flank of the enemies fall, he smiled, then looked at the second gun flank.

"Flank replace", he shouted then watched as the first line ducked back in the ditch, and a new flank came up.

"Fire", he shouted once more, then watched the evil, date rise in the air, slowly disapearing. He watched the two gun flanks rise for a moment. "Flee to the second ditch", he yelled then nodded. That was his part, now Loki would take over. He yelled a battle cry and kicked the flanks of his horse, as it bucked then quickly galloped forward.

He held his sword out, it glimmering tarnished silver, while a little chain that resembled a lion, and another a dragon. His sword, Griever. He smirked then hit the third line, plunging his sword in a gruesome orcish head. He was sent sprawling onto the ground as a big hand hit him, killing the horse instantly. He groaned then got to his feet, kicking a griffin in the beak, then slashing down his sword and impaling him. "Loki, Now", he shouted then was hit in face by a flailing fist. He shook his head then slashed his sword about, killing atleast three before ducking around once more.

Drake followed Periblade, matching his speed perfectly. Graxxlemon was a little slower, but he managed to keep up.
The meteor continued to grow bigger, coming towards the Earth unnoticed.
Perilblade reached the top, drew his sword and grabbed one of his prisoners by the throat. 'Don't come any closer, Drackarolis!' he cried, the blade resting at the neck of his prisoner.
Drake looked at the man. He recognized him, jet black hair, perfect blue eyes. 'D-Dad?'