[Natsunaine]

The angered digimon laugh as a small Lopmon jumped in front of him to block the path towards the human he so desperately wanted and needed to kill, he kneeled down to the Lopmon and smirked. "Humans, They are just crutches, They will turn there back on you when you least expect it, What's left of them anyway, There was a Decent human once, His name was Ross. He and I battled along side a man by the name of Tristan. I am sure you know of him." The Baalmon smirked and stood cocking his right foot back as far as it would go and planting it across the Digimon's face sending it flying in a direction away from Lily. "Now, as I said before you will died here today, Prepare youself..."

The Baalmon moved slowly towards the girl, almost as if he was taking his time but for what? With each step the blood thirsty digimon became closer to the women, and within a small amount of time Baalmon reached the women holding his Dǎshénbiān above his head he silently muttered. "Kamiuchi..." The spirit whip came down with an incredible and quick speed, faster and faster it feel towards the girl but what seemed like the end of his bloodlust was stopped, Tristan had in the last second of the strike stood infront of the glow blocking the hit with his darkened aura arm. "Dobermon, fetch." Tristan said with a light smirk on his face, The digimon darted into the room quickly grabbing Lily by her shirt as he jumped through the air and pulling her away to safety with Lopmon as well.

Wrapped around Tristan's arm was Baalmon's spirit whip, Slowly piercing the veil of the dark aura that surrounded his arm, Tristan yelled out in agony and pain, But he couldn't let this get to him, he had to save everyone... He had to save Baalmon.. For Ross... "Stop this nonsense, Come with me I have changed my ways, I have decided to defeat Lucemon." The Digimon chuckled and shook his head in disbelief and anger. "Even if what you say is true, You are pathetic and weak, there is no way you could beat Lucemon using the darkness you use now... You were a fool to cast away your crest in that cave.. You are a fool..." Baalmon quickly pulled back on the handle of his spirit whip and flung Tristan into and through a nearby wall. "You die here today, for rosses sake.. May you rot in hell.."