[Natsunaine]

Caught in the corner of his eye, Tristan could see a far to familiar golden glow a smile flew across the mans face of pure confidence.. "You should have joined us when you had the chance Baalmon, Now I am afraid it is to late, You will never win the battle now." Tristan stood up quickly, almost if the pain from the impact had done nothing to him. "You Still have your honor I assume? Throw me my blade will you?" Tristan pointed towards his sword that laid on the ground near the feet of the attacking digimon.

Baalmon smirked, the idea of battling Tristan made his blood thirst skyrocket and within seconds the digimon picked up his opponents blade and threw it too him. "Pre pare yourself.." Tristan quickly caught the blade by its hilt and charged at the digimon only to clash with the elongated handle and met face to face with the other. "So, Baalmon give up yet?" The digimon scowled pushing his opponent off him quickly. "Why would I give up when I am wining against you..." The man laughed his legs charging up in a dark aura. "Pity, I don't recall saying I was wining.. " The man smirked using the aura around his legs to boost his speed enough to land a single blow on the Digimon, But not before meeting a hidden Guiltish bullet to the shoulder and falling forward to the ground..

"You fool, You had no chance of winning from the beginning.." The digimon walked over the fallen warrior and planted his foot into the rib cage of his opponent, screams of agony and pain filled the air, Tristan Struggled and fought for the chance for air but to no avail did he get any. Tristan knew he was going to die there in that spot, But ironically he was not saddened, If he was going out, At least he did so fighting for the right side.. For ross.., For Lily...