Magma Cone, Autumn Plane
Hunter was being a shit, a real, honest to God, shit.
Up up up the magma cone Spyro had climbed, down down down the inside he glided to discover Hunter, standing in the middle of the cave, surrounded by innumerable gas vents which frequently erupted revealing a valuable crystal from within.
"The first one to get 10 wins" he said, "ready when you are".
The first time went by easily enough Spyro, dashing round the cave beating Hunter at every turn. 1 crystal, 2, 5, 10, simples.
An orb you say? A slightly odd prise considering we're meant to be collecting them to save Avalar from Rypto's rage but oh well, an orb was an orb, Spyro couldn't really complain.
Round round round he dashed, collecting the crystals 'hither and dither', Hunter always close behind.
3 crystals, 5, 10! Spyro was winning, 10 crystals to Hunter's 9?!
10 crystals, 12, 14!
Hang on a second there Hunter, you had 9 a moment ago, how the bloody hell do you suddenly have 11?!
11 crystals, then 13, then 15, Spyro was in the lead, how the hell had this happened?!
But again and again it happened, 11, then 13, and, finally, 15. 15 crystals Hunter 15?!
Maybe I should be a little bit faster? Well, maybe you should stop hording orbs you orb-blocking base-guarding charlatan! We're meant to be collecting the orbs together to stop Rypto's invasion plan, we are supposed to be friends and yet here you are with dozens of orbs when, if you'd simply given them to the professor we might not be in this 'situation'! Do you want the world to be run by a half-witted anti-dragon muchkin sorcerer, do you?!
Damn you Hunter, damn.you, the two of us are finished!