Arista had heard the Tanemon’s warning cry. She could register the frantic commotion in the air, with Tanemon scattering to hide and Digimon and Tamer alike leaping into action. But any thought she might have had was arrested. Her mind seemed to have frozen solid.

"Lorre said there are bad Digimon coming – let’s go!" RubyBearmon pulled Arista aside. She was still looking into the distance, where it was still too dark to see anything coming. Again, RubyBearmon tugged her arm, this time with enough force to knock her off balance. As she recovered her footing they broke into an all-out sprint.

They had not run very far but she thought her heart was going to burst. The two dove into a low and dense bush. Arista landed with her face inches from Fleur and Dracmon. Finding herself breathless, she greeted them a weak smile. Her Digimon reassured the shocked Tanemon.

Blood pounded in her ears. A while had passed, yet she dared not move. There was faint shuffling outside the bush. Then, very clearly: the click of a gun being loaded.

RubyBearmon gingerly pushed a branch down and they peered through the opening. A large squad of Commandramon had two or three Tanemon cornered. "No." Arista had grabbed RubyBearmon’s shoulder; her knuckles were turning white. Even though her voice barely crested a whisper, it was pained and desperate. "There’s like a million Tanemon in this bush. If they hear us, we’re all goners."

Derisive laughing rang across the meadow. RubyBearmon shot out of the bush. "Get away from them! Rolling Bear!" He sped away faster than Arista could see. His unflinching hesitation for suicide tactics had left her speechless. She stumbled after him but she stopped dead barely a yard beyond the bush. A dozen Mekanorimon had emerged from the shadows.