Blackwargreymon left the struggling digidestined to wreak havoc elsewhere. He no longer felt it was necessary to pummel this group into the ground. They were already in the ground. The Mega digimon looked for new places to strike, new populaces to drive crazy. There was nothing Cody, T.K., Kari, Davis, Ken, or Yolei could do to stop him. They had fought themselves out for now. They needed time to rest and regroup. Pegasusmon and Nefertimon were in no condition to fight. Leafmon and Chicomon were not even in their in-training forms. Help would have to come from another sector, of course no one thought help could come. Blackwargreymon could run unchecked through the digiworld, and they could do nothing about it.

...In America, a high school senior looked at his computer screen. He was tiring of his psychology project. Who really wanted to know if Asch's experiment proved conformity anyway? The youth switched to physics. The Third Law of Thermodynamics had more implications for his everyday life, but would he ever reach absolute zero anyway? Besides, the Second Law of Thermodynamics stated that disorder always increased in the universe. He doubted that explained his fusion with Protomon many years ago. He was a dutiful soldier then, not a developing physics student. Protomon, funny how his thoughts had started radiating toward that topic again. It was true, he could not get the digiworld out of his mind. He wondered what was happening there anyway. A past of intervention after intervention had kept him always on the lookout for new trouble. He remembered the day his digivice turned D3 on him. It was the control spire crisis. There he had first met Ken. Of course, their first meeting was not a happy one, but he had found the digi-egg of intensity. Protomon, he was still there, but he only really existed in spirit. Somewhere inside of himself the little dinosaur's data lay, perhaps it was attached to his DNA somewhere. John Longstreet decided to check the digiworld using his D3. A bunch of control spires had disappeared, and a new evil energy could be sensed. Not since Chimeramon, whose total bad vibes output was much less, had John ever seen this much energy. It ranked up there with the Dark Masters. John was not interested in sticking around to find out exactly what it was. He pulled up the D3 and...

"Digiport open..."

While making the connection, John thought on some things. His campaigns in the digiworld were varied. He fought for the protection of their eggs before they ever got to the digiworld. He had fought all kinds of digimon, from Veggiemon to Piedmon. The eggs on File Island had been safe due to his efforts, and the fresh forms of the digidestined digimon had been freed by him. He had gone from being a confused kid to becoming a monstrous force for good. After that, he had no opportunity to fight again until the D3's appeared. He had offered the first successful resistance to Ken. He had shown Arukinemon what the force of good could do to her evil. Now he hoped he had to intervene no more. He dreamed of Gennai's promise to him, that one day he and Protomon could divide and become separate entities once more. They had merged in an emergency, otherwise evil digimon would have learned to fear a Monochromon or even a Triceramon charging down upon them, and John would just be an observer, inspiring Protomon to new levels. Now he was in the digiworld. Upon arrival he had ceased to be John and the associated in-training form Jonomon. He was now Butchmon, his rookie form, unrecognizable due to the football equipment that was associated with this form. The helmet hid his face well. A bayonet protruded from both arms. In this form, Veggiemon had quivered, but Butchmon was looking for his present opponent. For that he would need information. Fortunately, he found the new digidestined nearby, he followed them, waiting for Ken and Cody to gravitate away from each other. Then he could question Leafmon on what was up.

It was late, and the group had stopped. Butchmon saw his chance. He waited for them to fall asleep. Then he poked Leafmon. The little digimon was surprised to see him.

"Leafmon, who did this to ya'll?"

"It's Blackwargreymon, he defeated all of us, even Paildramon."

"Did everyone go all out to fight him?"

"Yes, Paildramon, Ankylomon, Aquilamon, Pegasusmon, and Nefertimon."

"You're still using armor digimon even though the control spires aren't up?"

"Well, I don't know, wasn't my decision, I never could armor digivolve anyway."

"So how do you keep appearing as Stingmon in the control spires?"

"I never figured that one out."

"Patamon could not maintain Angemon in the control spires, oh well, which way did Blackwargreymon go?"

"That way, over in the desert."

"I'm off, Leafmon, don't tell anyone you saw me."

"Right Butchmon, farewell."

"Bye."

Butchmon speeded over the desert, using the small jets in his feet. He could sense himself getting closer and closer to the evil energy. Blackwargreymon was nearby. It would not be long now, Butchmon could smell a fight. With a name like Blackwargreymon, he knew a Mega digimon was ahead of him. That simplified his three options for digivolving. And then, he was upon him. Blackwargreymon was in the air in front of him, looking down at him.

"Blackwargreymon, I'm here to slow you down."

"You will not stop me."

"Who said anything about stopping you, I'm just here to slow you down."

"Fine."

"Why must you use the evil in you? You do not have to be evil at all."

"Shut up, I really do not have time for a weakling such as you."

TERRA FORCE!

The ball of energy went toward Butchmon, he would be unable to avoid it. It was time to show Blackwargreymon who he was dealing with. The crest of intensity that was with him glowed, the D3 glowed as well. Butchmon looked up at his antagonist. The colossal duel had now begun.

Butchmon...warpdigivolve to...ULTRACOÀLLAMON.

Ultracoàllamon dodged the massive shot and it was apparent that this match had become even. Ultracoàllamon was a rather small bundle of energy, about six foot two inches. His size did not matter. What mattered was his rocket launcher mounted on his left arm and the few missile bays on his legs. His body was in camofladge and looked to be a Mandalorian armor suit. A pack covered the back and carried the Carolina blue blaze of intensity. A decidedly Mandalorian helmet blocked any view of his face. This was the mega military machine, UltraCoàllamon.

Blackwargreymon moved in for close range attacks on his new menace. But UltraCoàllamon would have none of that as he warded off each attack.

TANK ATTACK!!!

Small tanks (remote control car size) exited out of the back of UltraCoàllamon. The tanks began firing small fire at Blackwargreymon. The Mega monster was forced out of close range by those little annoying tanks. UltraCoàllamon waited to see if Blackwargreymon would respond. The metal dinosaur ended the tanks by spearing them with his claws. He then looked back at UltraCoàllamon.

MISSILE BARRAGE!!!

Blackwargreymon got pounded by a few missiles before he could avoid them. One missile pounded him back, then another. Blackwargreymon looked haggard as he faced UltraCoàllamon once more. He was seething. However he was facing the master of intensity.

TERRA DRILL SPIN

Blackwargreymon spun and spun, propelling himself toward Ultracoàllamon. UltraCoàllamon could feel victory coming. UltraCoàllamon brought his left arm up and locked his right hand in his left to steady the rocket launcher and fired at the charging Mega beast.

RETRO ROCKET!!!

The huge missile lodged in his missile launcher fired into the drill spinning Blackwargreymon, it broke his spin and he fell. The evil beast knew he was no longer the master of the situation. He turned to leave and find answers to his questions that began to challenge his mind. UltraCoàllamon was content to let him go.

"Blackwargreymon, think twice before you try destroying anything again. Remember I'll be watching you."

Ultracoàllamon let his energy back into his D3, and he went back to his Jonomon stage, that was so recognizable as John. His mission was not over yet, he knew there was more for him to accomplish...

Jonomon prodded Cody awake. Cody woke up to find a most unfamiliar figure in front of him.

"Who are you. Hey wait a minute, my D3 tells me you have a digivice, but it also tells me you are a digimon," stammered Cody.

"Well, I am and I am not. Do you remember all those weird signals you got while fighting Ken's base?"

"Yes, we kept detecting a faint digivice that would disappear occasionally, but I thought it was an error."

"It was me. The digimon are most familiar with my Champion form Coàllamon. If you ask them, they will tell you all about me."

"You're Coàllamon? T.K. told me you were a legend, but why are you here now?"

"You need to give Ken another chance, Cody. I've seen him change at Primary Village, so I know he's different than the Digimon Emperor that plagues your memory."

"I just don't trust him."

"Cody, look, sooner or later you will find that you must get along with Ken. I know you don't want to, but your distrust is only divisive. The original digidestined only did their best as a team. They defeated Apocalymon as a team. Think on it Cody. You'll see I'm right. And if you need me, just call. I can always give advice, though not always be here. Cody, you are truly strong, but this issue is eroding that strength. Good luck."

Jonomon disappeared back to his own place as John. Physics still needed completing. Cody would come around, he could feel it. He just hoped Cody would come around soon, before that next fight. He would not be there, but when times turned really bad, he knew he would appear. It seemed retirement was not an option yet, after all.

Cody knew his new friend was right. Why did he fight against it. However, it was Cody's choice in Cody's life. Legendary digimon could only lead so far. He would have to do this on his own. He hoped John had shown him the right path.