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Ch. 3: I'll Fight for You

"I don't know where to start." Spyro said. "How do I get back? What do I need to get back? I can't stay sitting in this spot forever."

"What you need to start doing is hitting the gym, big boy." Sparx joked, noticing the playful glare his brother was giving him. "Don't give me that look. You know I'm just fooling around with you, buddy."

"Exactly. But we skip the gym part." Raymond replied, pulling the hood of his hoodie over his head. He adjusted his googles on his aviator's cap and made sure the hood covered his face, almost giving him the appearance of a Sith Lord. "I have no idea where to start either myself."

"You mentioned that you're trying to get to this place called Maine, right?" Spyro asked.

"Yes, Spyro, that's the place." Raymond replied, adjusting his dragon themed gloves to make them fit better. "However, getting there is easier said then done. I don't know how to drive and don't have the money for a bus ticket there either."

"I could fly us there. No big deal. I've gotten better at my flying business and get us there in no time flat." Spyro replied, but to his surprise, he heard Raymond laughing at him. "What's so funny?"

"Probably thinks you're joking. But then again, you're terrible when it comes to breaking and you're really not so good at the flying game like I am." Sparx replied, getting playfully slapped by Spyro's tail. "Hey, what did I do to deserve that?!"

"Don't ask. So what do you say, you up for a flight?" Spyro asked, seeing that Raymond was pondering over the decision. He probably thought it was too dangerous or something.

The idea of having Spyro flying them to his destination was certainly a convenient choice, though it did have it's risks. First of all, would Spyro even be able to carry him on his back for the whole fight that was likely about a thousand miles away? He weighed about eighty pounds could Spyro handle his weight? Then again, Spyro was able to fly from the Dragon Temple to Dante's Freeze in no time and avoid Cynder's force and again escaping from her through Boyzitbig while it was close to erupting. And again with carrying her as she was probably close to the weight he was out of the Convexity as it was imploding. And they did have night on their side, meaning it would be easier for them to fly without being spotted.

The idea of being able to fly was something that enticed Raymond, though he knew it was only a fantasy due to the fact human's are unable to fly themselves. And it certainly would be cost effective as well, meaning he could eat something soon. Not to mention, doing all three of those feats at his age was remarkable, so he decided to give it a shot and hope he didn't get killed riding again, though it would be something nice to experience where he'd pretty much be living out one of his favorite movies in the process.

"Alright, let's get this over with and do some flying." Raymond said, though he sounded a bit nervous at what he was about to undertake with the purple dragon, and grabbed his backpack from the golf cart.

"No need to be afraid, Raymond. I've got some strong wings and I can carry you. Here, why don't you hop on my back and we can start flying together." Spyro knelt down his front end at him so he could mount him. When he noticed Raymond still seemed somewhat reluctant, he showed a concerned face at him. "What's wrong? Scared of heights?"

"No, it's not that. The truth is that I've always wanted to fly, but sadly human beings are unable to attain such a wonderful gift and this is all too real for me." Raymond replied, rubbing Spyro's cheek gently, earning a purr from the dragon.

"I know the feeling. But there's no need to worry. I just need a more open area to spread my wings and fly." Spyro replied, waiting for the human to mount him. Raymond slowly approached him, running his gloved hand along his smooth scales. He lifted one leg over him and mounted him similar to how one mounts a horse. Spyro stood up and he was unsteady, seeming to struggle just to sit up straight. "Relax. I know what I'm doing." Spyro reassured him, looking back at him.

"Famous last words your giving the guy, Spyro. Like how you give the pep talk before you crash into a tree with him." Sparx said, delivering a playful jab to Spyro's snout, laughing as well. "Come on and show the kid how much an ace flyer you are. It was nice knowing you, dude."

"Just ignore him, Raymond. Sparx loves to show off and crack jokes all the time. He doesn't mean any harm." Spyro said, feeling Raymond wrapping his arms around his neck as he began to walk. He also tightened his legs to steady himself, maybe doing it a little too much and proving to be uncomfortable for Spyro. "No need to hang on so tight."

"Sorry." Raymond muttered out, loosening his grip on him as he wandered out of the trees and out into the open road. Thankfully, no cars were coming and that was a major upside. "Now let's fly, Spyro!" To which Spyro smiled.

Raymond tightened his grip on Spyro and closed his eyes just as he felt himself be practically thrown up in the air, jolting with each beat of the dragon's strong wings. When he opened his eyes he nearly screamed because of how high up they are and the distance to the ground. Spyro powerfully flapped his orange wings down towards the ground, making both of hem rise a good twenty feet in the air before he began flapping them again, with Sparx flying right beside them. Spyro leveled out his wings, the skin on them going up like a parachute between the wing metacarpals and phalanges. He was a little unsteady but stabilized himself with his tail. He rose his wings again and beat them against the air.

Raymond desperately wanted to express how excited he was about the fact he was riding on an actual dragon, but kept it contained within himself. It was beautiful watching the dark forest and road rushing beneath them in a hurried blur. It was like he was actually experiencing Hiccup's first flight with Toothless during How to Train your Dragon, one of his favorite movies of all time. His hood came off and his hair whipped around in the passing wind, his eyes stinging, forcing him to squint and put on his goggles. The air was cold against his body and his grip tightened on his dragon buddy. Spyro got a little wobbly which made him yelp briefly, afraid they might fall. The back of his mind was screaming at him 'bad idea', but Spyro balanced himself. He rose his wings and flapped them three more times.

Then Spyro curved his wings and stopped flapping them, now descending rapidly towards the ground. Raymond screamed and hugged Spyro's neck, his stomach going up into his throat. In fact, it felt like all his internal organs were going up. He closed his eyes and put his hood over his face, shielding himself from the stinging winds.

Spyro pulled up just before crashing into the trees, much to Raymond's relief. He tightened his legs and kept his arms wrapped around the dragon's neck as they flew horizontally, rubbing Spyro's cheek gently, making the dragon let out a happy purr. He smiled underneath his hoodie, before throwing his head to the sky and removing his arms from Spyro's neck, and screaming joyfully. He then returned his arms back around the purple dragon's neck when he turned in the air back to their little spot in the woods. Once more, the trees were in blur underneath them. Spyro struggled only slightly as he wobbled a bit.

Riding Spyro was far different than riding a bike or driving a golf cart. It wasn't like ridding in an airplane either, unless you count the turbulence, but it was still different. It was perhaps one of the most beautiful things you can ever experience and he was the first and only human to experience riding on a real life dragon. This was truly something else, though Spyro did need to improve on his flying.

Raymond screamed yet again as Spyro landed on the ground, having to run forward because of the rush of sudden weight and momentum on his feet. He then decelerated and came to a complete stop, looking as proud and adorable as he ever could be. He then turned his head and looked at Raymond who was grinning ear to ear.

"That was awesome! HAHAHA!" Raymond said excitedly, laughing like a goofball and not wanting to dismount him.

"See? Told you I could handle it. You didn't put that much weight on me." Spyro replied, playfully glaring Sparx at the same time.

"I'll admit you've definitely improved, but you're no master flyer like me." Sparx boasted, hearing both Spyro and Raymond laughing. "What? I'm great at flying I tell you!"

"That has to be the most fun I've ever had! Can we do it again?" Raymond said excitedly.

Spyro laughed and smiled. "Later, but soon."

Raymond soon dismounted him and his feet flat on solid ground, though he missed be in the air. It still felt the like was whipping against his face, like how someone steps off a boat and they feel like they're still rocking.

Suddenly, there were bright lights that glowed in their eyes, blocking Raymond's vision. He pulled his hood over his face to block the light out, only to realize they were headlights on a car. "Car!" He yelled, grabbing Spyro by the horns and pulling him off the road. Just they ducked behind some thick brush, the car came to a halt about fifty feet away from them. Raymond, still hanging onto the dragon's horns, pulled him back even more. He laid flat on the ground and instructed Spyro to back up because he would be more easier to spot with his color. He managed to hide himself completely in a nearby bush, the perfect place for a dragon to hide.

"I thought I saw something over there." A deep voice said, stepping out of the car and closing it behind him.

Raymond rose his head slightly to see if someone was coming. Not much to his surprise, someone was indeed coming.

"It's probably just a damn squirrel or something, Ice Pack. Let's get the hell going. I'm freezing my ass off." A person said.

'Ice Pack?' Raymond thought. Damn! It was Ice Pack, a dangerous drug dealer in town that he failed to do a favor, as it help him make a fresh batch of cocaine. It was probably revenge. He backed out of it because Ice Pack wanted to sell drugs to high school students and he wasn't about to let people die because of him so he destroyed all the drugs. Boy was he pissed off and vowed to kill him if they ever crossed paths.

He hoped he'd never seen Ice pack again, but he was wrong.

"Yo! I'm tellin' ya, something's here, Low Brow!" Ice Pack shouted.

"You motherfucker, there's nuttin' here!" Low Brow replied.

"Shut the fuck up." Ice Pack responded, searching through the bushes, drawing closer and closer to Raymond. He was too afraid to move, and when Ice Pack stepped right next to him... "Found you, you little piece of shit! Kid though he could runaway from me, eh?" He said, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up. He trashed and screamed, kicking and punching with what he could. He only laughed and dragged him out to the road.

Ice Pack slammed him roughly to the ground. Raymond quickly scrambled to his feet to escape his captors, but Ice Pack grabbed him by the foot and kneed him in the stomach, sending him to the ground.

"You thought you could getaway from me after destroying my drug lab? You motherfucker, no one hides from me. I'm Ice Pack. Ice in my veins." Ice Pack responded, saying typical gangster talk. Why in the hell do they have to speak like they? To be cool and think gangs are cool? The only cool gang was the Sly Cooper gang, but that's another video game franchise and Raymond wasn't in a video game. This was real, and these people are dangerous.

As he kept throwing insults and all kinds of profanity at him, the other man began beating him to the ground. He kept screaming and thrashing to no avail, as Ice Pack took out his handgun to kill him.

"YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Spyro roared, pouncing on the gangsters from his position. His jaws opened wide enough to bite Low Brow on the chest. He clamped his jaws down tight and lifted him up, throwing him into his boss, causing them to roll several feet away from Raymond.

Before Raymond could get up, he felt a blast of heat come across him. When he opened his eyes and removed his goggles, he saw Spyro's underside. He was standing right over him, his wings outstretched, his head low, his face snarling, his tail up high in agitation, legs wound-up and reach to pounce, purple scales rattling violently... but his eyes? They were pointed down with his slit pupils. His pearl white, razor sharp teeth were baring. The skin and muscles were pulled back in aggression, saliva dripping drown from his mouth.

Ice Pack and Low Brow pulled out their guns and began opening fire on Spyro. Luckily, the dragon wasn't injured or killed. The bullets were bouncing off him like hail hitting the ground. There wasn't even a scratch or wound on him.

Spyro waited till they ran out of bullets and once they did, he roared at them, his hind legs springing powerfully. He was propelled through the air and pounced on the men. His sheer force was strong enough to crack some ribs and started playing around with them as if they're dolls. What was keep him from killing these men that were harming his human? Whatever it was, he backed up to Raymond and stood over him in a protective stance, legs spread apart like a wolf waiting to attack.

Suddenly, Raymond felt a sweltering blast of heat close to him and he realized what Spyro was doing.

He was going to burn their asses.

There was an ear splitting roar and hiss as Spyro's out of his mouth as a massive roaring inferno hit both gangsters and the fire was hot enough to melt the pavement, as the thugs were engulfed by the flames and killed instantly, leaving the pavement still on fire and book gangsters nothing but charred bones. Grey smoke then steamed gently from Spyro's nostrils, and his aggressive appearance disappeared and he calmed down, knowing that his friend was safe and the bad guys were dead.

Spyro then stepped out from over Raymond and bent down to him, nudging him with his purple snout. "Are you alright?" He said in a gentle voice.

"A little roughed up but I'm fine." Raymond replied, sitting upright and sighing in relief. "Thanks for the save back there."

"You're welcome." Spyro said, looking over at his friend to make sure he wasn't hurt too badly. "It's good you weren't badly hurt. Now tell what were those things hitting me?"

"Those are bullets. They're meant to kill you, but your scales are too thick for them to penetrate. I wish I had bullet proof scales like you." Raymond replied, brushing the dust off his hoodie.

They both looked at the burning road that was beginning to smolder. Spyro had tossed the men around so easily and then killed them. For him. He killed for him, some homeless orphaned boy who had a stolen golf cart and the clothes on his back. Not to mention they fact they had only just met.

It was then that Raymond remembered Spyro's compassion in the game. Spyro was the most compassionate character in the trilogy. Even though Cynder was trying to kill him and Sparx, he still rescued her from the Dark Master. He knew it wasn't her fault.

This was one of the many beauties of compassion. Good things done for good people, regardless of who they are, what they are, or what they have done. It's better if someone doesn't expect anything in return. Spyro doesn't expect anything in return. He's content enough to know he's saved an innocent soul.

"Who were those guys?" Sparx asked, coming out of the bushes and flying around Spyro. "They sure looked pretty tough."

"I had the displeasure of knowing one of them. Thanks for getting rid of them, Spyro. You made the city a much better place by doing so." Raymond said, petting Spyro on the head.

"You're welcome. It's what I do." Spyro replied.

Spyro stood back up and watched Raymond wander back to the trees. He was limping a little bit but seemed to be alright overall. Once the sun rose, Spyro would be able to see the scratches and bruises on him, but right now it's still nighttime.

"We definitely need to get outta here. Someone's bound to drive by and see the scene of carnage and we don't need to be caught up in a can of worms." Raymond said, putting on his goggles and leaning on one of the trees.

"I agree, but where do we go? You still aiming for that Maine place?" Spyro asked.

"Yeah, that's the place. All we have to do is follow this highway north." Raymond replied, walking over to the purple dragon and smiled.

"Well, let's get going before someone else comes." Spyro said, lowering his body and inviting him to ride on him once more.

Raymond laughed and mounted the purple dragon and was a little sore from the fight with the gangsters. He smiled and wrapped his arms around Spyro's neck and tightened his leg's around him as he nodded to the purple dragon.

"Hang on." Spyro replied confidently.

And that marks the end of chapter three, you guys. It's really cute seeing Spyro protective over Raymond, despite the fact they've only just met each other. He's quite the noble dragon and it's one of the traits I love about him. Now, I do believe that Spyro wouldn't be harmed with guns, due to dragon's having quite strong scales and because Spyro's dealt with far worse than gun fire, such as Apes with magic weapons, Ghouls armed with blades, dynamite, Cynder's fire breath, etc. Those thugs really didn't stand a chance against Spyro and his incredible powers. If a whole army of armed thugs attacked, he'd incinerate all of them without breaking a sweat. Now after saving Raymond from those thugs and willing to fight for the boy as well, no matter what, what adventures await the three of them? Find out in the next chapter! Please do review and your feedback is appreciated. See you all in the next chapter. Bye-bye! Also, if Spyro was real, I would definitely want to ride him. Let me know in the reviews, if you'd like to ride him if he was real. I'm off to go watch some Bunsen Is a Beast! XD