[Natsunaine]

As the final stike of his opponent stopped before his eyes, Sweat ran down the Digimon's face. Baalmon didn't want to know what caused the small women to stop, and he wasn't going to stop to find out, With quick haste and determination to stay alive the Digimon quickly fled without a word.

Meanwhile, Lying on Dobermon's back was a still and unconscious Tristan tattered and beaten from the attacks delivered in the last battle he had been apart of. "Lily, There is no time to let your mind distract you, We have to get Tristan some help Quickly" The dog like digimon scowled in haste, He had never seen Tristan fall at the hands of defeat so easily it had almost seemed like he had let Baalmon win.. But why?... It was then the tension and silence of the moment was broken by a struggling voice upon Dobermon's back. ".. I.. I am.. Okay.. Just.. Leave me be.. Get out of here.. All of you.. Before he comes back.."