Chapter 9: Fighter's Circle - Part Two
The crowds cheered continuously and as Spyro awaits the endurance battle, he soon heard the rectangular shaft ascending again. As he gazed the ground, he came into eye contact with about eight dark suited crocodiles that's Spyro's size. On the center of each eight opponents' suit, they have medium circular device on their chest that is shown the color of yellow in the middle.
Spyro gazed them on and from what he can tell, these crocodiles were in combat-mode and that was fine with him being that magic was restricted from the equation.
His eight opponents glared him on, while some flexes parts of their bodies.
In the dungeon, Spyro's friends looked on.
"Wow. That's an endurance?" Hunter asked
Valora nods.
"Seems so to me."
Back on Fighter's Circle, Spyro snuck a look up on the top roof to Troc, who had his hand raised up high before thrusting it down in a quick motion.
"Begin!" He shouted
And not a moment too soon as two crocodiles dashed toward Spyro in a burst of speed. They both leaped in mid-air with a flying kick as Spyro noticed and quickly hunched down on all four having the crocs fly over him and hit air.
Spyro manipulated the maneuver and pushed his feets with all his mights from the ground, having him forward-somersualt in mid-air over the other six crocodiles in the middle. He landed in a crouch on his hind legs with his back to the crocodiles.
As he turned around, he immediately saw the two crocodiles, that missed him in the first attempt, lunging fast towards his position with winding fist ready to punch at the purple dragon.
The other six crocs didn't bother to move until Spyro was done with the two of them. However, they kept their confidence in hoping to outmaneuver the dragon.
Spyro dashed backwards, evading the punches and having them hit the ground, which obviously didn't leave a dent. That didn't surprise Spyro in the least sincemost of the ground is made of steel from the inside.
In the dungeon...
"That was quick." Sparx complimented
Dale nods.
"I'll say."
Back in Fighter's Circle, the crowds cheered on as the two crocs dashed and traded blows with the purple dragon of Artisan, who returned the assault.
Spyro seems to have this fight in his favor, but it grew short. As Spyro blocked a hook shot, the 1st croc kicked him in the midsection, staggering him a little before the 2nd one threw a kick to his face, having Spyro briefly in mid-air and hits back-first on the ground.
Spyro grits his teeth, enduring the pain before noticing the 1st crocodile in the air, coming down on Spyro with a striking blow.
Spyro quickly leaps to his feet at the same time the 2nd croc made a dash towards him. Spyro anticipated this before leaping in the air having the 2nd Croc miss. The Croc looked in the air and leaped after the dragon.
The 1st Croc noticed Spyro's approach and before he could react, Spyro grabbed him by the arm and, with one thrust, threw him down into the second approaching Croc as they collided before they both hit the ground.
As Spyro hovers with his wings, he zooms down and lands on the ground in between his opponents before issuing a quick punch to both Croc's circular devices. Doing so, not only caused damage and static, but also render them unconscious for a while.
Spyro stood on his hind legs, but isn't done yet. He quickly gazed over to the other six opponents, who slowly approaches the dragon.
Before they could get any closer, Spyro leaped in the air. Somersaulting, he came soaring down, but not before the remaining six Crocs spread out into a wide circle, having Spyro hit the middle ground in a crouch. As he stands, the six crocodiles backflipped onto the force field and started running the circular fielded wall around Spyro in a blurry clockwise fashion.
In the dungeon...
"What are they doing?" Hunter asked
"It looks like they're trying to surround him in the middle. You know, Outmaneuver him." Valora said
Hunter nods.
"Oh."
Back in Fighter's Circle, as the crowds cheered on, Spyro tries his best to keep his eyes on all the Crocs at once, but it was pretty complicated.
While that was true, two crocodiles blurringly leaped from right and left and simultaneously threw flying kicks to his midsection and face. That maneuver staggered Spyro back as he shook his head of the pain a little.
Suddenly, he was knocked in the back as he staggered forward, then, was knocked in the neck, which almost got Spyro choking on his own saliva and finally, was knocked on the back hind leg, which got him down on one knee.
As he grasped his neck trying to subdue the saliva, he suddenly caught a sense before turning and, in a quick motion, threw a devastating punch to a 3rd crocodile's circular device.
"Ooh!" The crowds moaned
The crocodile went flying and hit the force field hard on impact before sliding down to the ground.
Spyro jerked his head left and threw a clothline to the 4th oncoming mid-airborne crocodile, getting him to the ground and disabling his circular device.
Four more were left and two of them were lunging from both sides at Spyro.
Spyro needn't look in their direction for he leaped in the air, having the two Crocs collide with each other at the same time Spyro landed his feets on top of both of them, having them on the ground and disabling them both.
The last two Crocs blurringly lunged at the purple dragon with flying kicks. But Spyro swiftly grabbed their legs and threw them both forward into the force field, busting their heads in and rendered them both unconscious on the ground.
Spyro, with his arms crossed, looked up at the roof where Troc is.
The lead Gem Seeker shook his head in dismay.
"Showoff." He muttered before stating. "Here's your winner of the 1st Endurance Battle, Spyro!"
The crowds roared to life as Spyro leaps off the crocodiles and landed by the force field in a crouch before standing.
Later inside the dungeon, the door opened as Spyro entered and approached the cages. His friends were still caged as they turned and noticed him.
"Spyro, are you okay?" Valora asked
Spyro nods.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It was actually no sweat. I could really use the exercise." He said, before cracking his neck
"Seeing that was more of a workout to me, Spyro." Hunter said
Spyro chuckles.
"Now that you've won the Endurance Battle, who are you gonna pick for your secondary team?" Dale asked
"Uh...actually, I haven't decided yet."
Dale, Valora, Hunter, and Sparx grimaced.
"Haven't decided yet!" They all said, unison
"No! Why? You want me to pick now?"
"Yes!" They all said, unison
Spyro sighs deeply.
"Okay. But it's a hard decision. Plus, I have to pick one of you. No one else."
"You've got the four of us. I mean, how hard could it be?" Hunter asked
"Yeah." Dale agreed
Before Spyro could say a word...
"Pick me, Spyro."
Spyro turned to Valora, who issued a seductive look towards him. That look seems to weigh on Spyro a lot and it was making him uncomfortable at the momemt.
"Well..."
"No, pick me."
Spyro turned to Sparx, who was flying around in his little cage.
"Buzz off, Sparx. You've been with him long enough." Valora retorted to Sparx
"Valora..." Spyro called before being interrupted again
"You know something, you're right. I have been with Spyro long enough than you. Which is why he shouldn't pick you."
"Sparx..."
"Actually, I think he should pick me. I'm his wife." She seductively said her last part as Spyro grimaced at her.
"Valora." He peeved as Hunter, Dale, and Sparx threw shock expressions towards Spyro.
"She's your what?" Hunter asked
"What?" Dale followed
"Who's your wife?" Sparx finished
Spyro shook his head with his hand on his forehead and groaned in annoyance before changing the subject.
"Anyway, you want a second member of my team?"
"Yeah." Valora answered
"Okay."
"Chose wisely, young dragon." Hunter said, in a wise tone of voice, which surprised Spyro at the moment
But then, Spyro smirked.
"I chose you...Hunter."
All four stared shockingly at Spyro.
"Hunter?" Sparx aaked
"Hunter?" Dale followed
"Hunter?" Valora followed
"Me?" Hunter followed, although he was flattered, but was still shocked that Spyro immediately picked him as his secondary team.
Spyro nods and approached Hunter's cage.
"Yeah."
"W-Why me?"
"Why you?"
"Yeah."
Spyro laughed hysterically before wiping a tear from his eye. Hunter grew silence, awaiting his answer.
"Well?"
Spyro seized his laughter and cleared his throat.
"Because...you're the fastest feline I know that can pull a whole lotta stuff."
Hunter nods in admittance.
"True. But still, I'm good with my weapons too, you know."
"Hunter, this is only a brawl. Think of it as a combat area, a walk in the park, some crappy stuff like that. Besides, we got something at stake here and that's getting the green amulet that was taken from you. Because let me tell you something, if I lose...if we lose, we gonna lose more than that green..."
"Alright, Alright, I know. (paused, sighs) Okay. I'm in."
"Good."
Hunter then indicated to Valora, Sparx, and Dale teasingly.
"In your faces, competitors. Ha Ha!"
Valora grimaced.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"When we get free, (gestures fist) this is gonna be in your face. Comprende?"
Hunter then realized his mistake and bowed his head shamingly.
"I Comprende."
"Good."
Hunter turned to Spyro and noticed his shocked expression.
"What?" He asked
Spyro beckons to Hunter, who veers close to Spyro as he whispered.
"If you gonna let her talk to you like that, then I made the mistake having you as a partner." Spyro said, snickering
Hunter grimaced and shoved Spyro along.
"Let's go"
Back outside, Spyro and Hunter entered the circle as the crowds cheered on to them.
On the rooftop, Troc saw this and was intrigued by the decision.
"Good pick." He stated before tossing another coin-like object from the roof.
As the object descends in mid-air, it glows brightly before hitting the ground and forming a huge invisible force field around the two heroes.
Hunter looked around the force field and nods.
"Interesting."
"That's what I said." Spyro said
"Ladies and Gentlemens, Welcome back to Fighter's Circle!" Troc announced as the crowds cheered wildly. "Now, as you've just joined us, the purple wonder known as Spyro has survived a very usual endurance match and I must say, that...was lucky."
Spyro took notice of the tone in Troc's voice after he said that. But soon passed it off.
"But now, he has chosen a partner of his choosing for this next match. And, ladies and gentlemens, his name is Hunter The Cheetah!"
The crowds roared as Hunter took a bow and waved.
"Okay. Now, without any further delays, let's begin!"
The rectangular shaft descended as Spyro and Hunter awaits their next opponents.
As the shaft ascended, two of their opponents stood on the shaft. Both opponents took the feature of crocodiles with muscular biceps that isn't as huge as Jake Croc's were, but still strong. They were bare in chest and has only long pants and shoes on.
The only expression that they were giving off was strong determination as Spyro and Hunter noticed and nods.
On the top roof, Troc, not bothering to introduce the opponents, lift up his hand and swiftly struck it down.
"Begin!" He shouted
As if on cue, the two opponents leaped to opposite sides of the force field wall. Jumping off the walls, they simultaneously issued flying kicks towards the two heroes at top speed.
Spyro and Hunter quickly scattered out the way, having the two muscular Crocs hit the ground, missing their target.
On opposite sides, Spyro and Hunter did a roll up on the ground, stopping in a crouch and turning towards their opponents at the same time their opponents dashed towards them and started exchanging quick blows from punches to kicks.
In the dungeon, Valora, Dale, and Sparx watched on.
"They fight good." Dale complimented
Valora nods.
"I agree."
In Fighter's Circle, Spyro and the 1st Croc was exchanging blows before Spyro threw a quick left hook for the head. But the Croc quickly ducks from it and kicks Spyro in the midsection, followed by a kneebuster to the face, staggering Spyro up a notch.
The 1st Croc twirled clockwise for a left roundhouse, but Spyro quickly regained his momentum and ducks from the move, then knocks off a left side kick from the Croc, and blocks a blurring right punch before twisting his arm, cracking a few bones.
The Croc grits his teeth, trying to endure the pain before Spyro, using his other arm, threw a devastating clothing to the Croc's neck, sending him down to the ground on his head unconscious.
The crowd moans in response to that killing blow.
In the dungeon, Valora, Dale, and Sparx cringed after the impact.
"That gotta hurt." Sparx said
Back in Fighter's Circle, Hunter evades from a roundhouse and ducks from the jumping spinkick from the 2nd Croc. As soon as the Croc lands, Hunter twirled and threw a roundhouse of his own to the Croc's face, staggering him a little.
Before Hunter could approach and finish the job, the 2nd Croc quickly recovered and dashed to attack. But Hunter saw it and immediately started trading blows with his opponents. The whole thing almost became a stalemate beyond punches and kicks between the two.
As both continued to outwit the other, the 2nd Croc quickly issued a right hook, but Hunter blocks and grabs it.
The Croc issued a left hook, and Hunter blocked and grabbed that one.
A struggle started to issue before the 2nd Croc issued a single headbutt to Hunter's face before leaping and somersaulting over Hunter at the same time he quickly yanking his arms from Hunter's grasp.
As he lands in a crouch with his back facing Hunter, he quickly sweeps Hunter off his feets. However, before Hunter could hit the ground, The 2nd Croc caught him with a hard punch to his back, having Hunter launching forward towards the force field.
As Hunter hits the force field, he used his paws andpushed himself off, twirled counterclockwise in mid-air, and delivered a kick to his charging opponent's face, staggering him a little.
Hunter lands in a deep crouch before charging towards his opponent and issued a blurring hard flying kick to the midsection of the 2nd Croc. The Croc went flying and hit his back on the force field before hitting the ground unconscious, face-first.
The crowd moans in response to that attack.
Hunter lands and started panting as Spyro, who was panting as well, walks up to him.
"You alright, Hunter?" He asked
Hunter nods.
"Oh, yeah. It was actually no sweat."
Spyro raised an eyebrow. He could've sworn that he said that exact same thing to Hunter.
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm."
Chuckling, Sypro shook his head.
On the top roof of the dungeon, Troc sighed deeply and shook his head in dismay.
"Here are your winners, Spyro The Dragon and Hunter The Cheetah!"
The crowd roared uncontrollably as Spyro and Hunter raised their arms up in total victory.
On the top roof, as Troc looked them on, static emits from his intercom as he grabbed it and spoke.
"What?" He spoke in a whisper
"We're out of opponents." A voice came from the intercom as Troc grew shocked.
"You're kidding me? That's all we had?" He asked, while looking down on Fighter's Circle at Spyro and Hunter.
Suddenly, a smirk appeared on his face.
"Sir, if you'd like, I'll get some more for the circle."
"No need. I have an idea." He said, before shutting off the intercom
On Fighter's Circle, Spyro and Hunter were still celebrating their victory as the purple dragon looked up at the roof to see the look on Troc's face.
To his confused state, he saw that Troc was out of sight from the rooftop of the dungeon.
'Hey, where'd he go?' Spyro thought
Suddenly, two rectangular shaft descended, taking the two unconscious muscular Crocs along with it as Spyro and Hunter were caught by surprise and immediately backed away from the two hole that trapped them in the middle.
"Is it over, Spyro?" Hunter asked
Spyro shook his head.
"Not yet."
Mechanical whirrings can be heard as the shaft started ascending.
Spyro and Hunter grew ready for their next opponents, but as the shaft ascended, they found that nothing was there.
Spyro and Hunter grew confused by this and looked at each other.
In the dungeon, Valora, Dale, and Sparx noticed the predictament.
"There's nothing there. Maybe it's over." Sparx said, but Dale grew worried for some reason as Valora noticed.
"Dale, what's wrong?"
Dale shook his head.
"It's not over."
"What do you mean it's not over? There-There's nothing there."
Dale nods.
"Oh, yes there is. You just don't see them."
"What? See who?" Valora asked, but then her eyes widen as she answered her own question in realization before slowly gazing forward.
Sparx took noticed.
"Valora, what is he talking about?"
After a long pause, she answered.
"Gem Seekers."
In Fighter's Circle, as Spyro and Hunter started to relax, a strong, yet unusual feeling mounted over in Spyro's vein as he gazed around the circle in wonder.
Hunter soon noticed.
"Spyro, what is it?"
"Do you feel that?"
"Feel what?"
"We have three opponents here, Hunter."
"What are you talkin' about? There's nobody here but us." Hunter said, while looking around
"That's what they want you to think."
Suddenly, Spyro felt a strong wind blow to his face as he jerked his head to the right side and grabbed something before throwing it over to the other side, having the invisible subject hit the force field pretty hard.
Hunter grew surprised at this and started gazing around the circle at the same time, realizing something.
"Our opponents are invisible, aren't they?"
"Yep." Spyro answered, while gazing where he threw his opponent. "Only it's a lot more than that."
"Meaning..."
From the spot where Spyro's opponents are, static surrounded the transparent area, forming into a unconscious body of a crocodile in a jumpsuit.
Spyro instantly recognizes the crocodile.
"Marco?"
"Polo!" A voice cried out
Before Spyro could turn to the right, a swift transparent hook shot hits his face.
Spyro felt the pain in his face, but quickly regains his movement and gazes around the area.
"Gem Seekers. Great." Hunter said, bitterly
"Hunter, whatever you do, don't use your eyes." Spyro instructed as Hunter nods.
Spyro and Hunter both took deep breaths before slowly closing their eyes and letting their hearings do the work.
There was only two Gem Seekers left and one of them, being Marco, was out of commission due to the damage the force field did on his camoflauge device.
Spyro figures that since Marco and Polo were out here, Troc should'nt be far behind. He also figures that if he was gonna get the amulet, he'll have to go through Troc first to get it.
Spyro and Hunter stood their ground before some noises were heard. But they weren't from the ground. They actually came from the force field. The noises were coming from every directional angle in the circle as Spyro and Hunter kept their ground, not making a move.
In the dungeon, Valora, Dale, and Sparx looked on in wonder.
"What are they doing standing there?" Valora asked
"Remember what happened in Dark Stalkers' Path?" Dale asked as Valora paused and came to the realization.
"Oh. But can't you see them even though they're invisible?"
Dale shakes his head.
"Can't. I don't have that kind of equipment to seeing through transparency."
Valora groans in irritation.
"And yet, you camoflauge and highly armed yourself without the purpose of having something to see through transparency."
Dale strugs.
"No. (pause) Look, you didn't ask and it never came up. So, lady dragoness, that's kinda your fault."
Valora shook her head.
"Whatever."
Back in Fighter's Circle, Spyro and Hunter remained standing on ground, awaiting for the opportunity to make their move. They've managed to keep their eyes closed long enough to not have their opponents notice anything.
The noise grew closer and closer until finally, it happens.
Spyro and Hunter both felt unusual winds mounting over them before Spyro evades back and blocked a transparent hand at the same time Hunter briefly twirled clockwise and grabbed a transparent leg, which appeared to be in mid-air.
Simultaneusly, they grabbed their chest and ripped something off before the two subject's transparency wore off into the form of Polo and the one and only, Troc.
The crowds were at awe at this turn of event as Spyro opened his eyes, showing Troc his dark brown eyes and grins.
Troc, however, not only became surprised at this, but also grew shocked at the set of eyes that Spyro had.
"Surprise." He softly said before grabbing his chest and throwing Troc over towards the force field.
At the same time, Hunter used his other arm and threw a clothline to Polo, getting him to the ground. He lift his foot up to finish the job, but Polo quickly rolled out of the way, having Hunter stomp the ground.
Meanwhile, Troc hits the force field, then used his feets for leverage, backflipped off the field and lands on the ground before turning towards the purple dragon.
The crowds cheered on as the two heroes stared on at their opponents.
"So that was your plan, wasn't it? In order for me to get the amulet back, I'll have to kick your ass too, right?"
Troc chuckled.
"I'm surprised that you figured that out yourself. But I'm mostly curious about how you're able to see through us."
"Well, you know what they say about curiousity."
Grinning, Troc instantly dashes towards Spyro, who immediately got on guard as he evades from a left hook and upper blocks a back hand from Troc with his left arm.
Troc grits his teeth, struggling to get the purple dragon's arm down, while Spyro does the same to get the upper hand.
Meanwhile, Hunter and Polo started trading blows while grunting, blocking and evading each other's moves.
Hunter threw a roundhouse, but Polo knocks it off with his right hand and use that hand to throw a right hook, but Hunter ducks it and simultaneously stands and threw a back hand to Polo's face before Polo could even go for a back hand.
Meanwhile, Troc and Spyro were still struggling their arms against each other, trying to gain the upper hand and so far, Spyro was gaining advantage as he struggled Troc's arm to the right side far enough for Spyro to deliver a quick headbutt to Troc, having the crocodile loosens up on his arm.
Spyro felt that particular feeling and capitalized by knocking Troc's arm down with his left arm and threw a left hook to the crocodile's face.
Troc staggers as the crowds cheered on in response.
Troc managed to regain his momentum and glared at the purple dragon, who stared back with a big smile on his face.
Gritting his teeth, Troc yelled at the top of his lungs and dashed at the purple dragon.
Meanwhile, Polo threw a quick back hand, but Hunter blocks it and, simultaneously, Polo used his other hand and grabbed Hunter's arm, twirled counter-clockwise, nearly cracking the bones in Hunter's arm in which Hunter tried his best to hold his yelp, and kicked Hunter's midsection before, with his hands still grasp on Hunter's arm, grabbing Hunter around his neck with his other arm in a desperate choke hold, hoping to choke him out.
"Aah!" Hunter screeched as he grits his teeth trying to regain himself.
In the dungeon, Valora, Dale, and Sparx looks on.
"Polo got Hunter in a choke hold." Dale said, desperately
"I know. I'm looking right at him." Valora said
"He got him in a choke hold!" Dale said
Valora immediately gazed him.
"Dale!" She shouted as Dale flinched and gazed at her, then smiled.
"Sorry."
In Fighter's Circle, Spyro ducks and evades from a quick left and back hook from a desperate Troc, who threw a quick left roundhouse, in which Spyro grabs with his right hand and, before Troc could make another desperate attack, threw a hard punch to his chest and to his nose pretty hard.
"Aah!" Troc wailed in pain
But Spyro ignored his cry of pain, grabbed the shirt of his jumpsuit with his other hand, lifted him up, and threw him over and down to the ground really hard, snapping a few bones in Troc's back.
"Aah!" He cried as Spyro lifted his heel and struck it down on Troc's chest. "Ooh!"
The blow knocked the breath out of him as Troc started panting and wheezing, while gritting his teeth to endure the pain.
The crowds moaned in response to that particular attack.
Meanwhile, Polo still had Hunter in a choke hold and Hunter was down on both knees, almost passing out with his eyes closed and his hands started loosening up from struggling.
Polo started panting and chuckling at the same time at his accomplishments.
Spyro looked Hunter's way and noticed, but didn't make a move as he kept his eye on Troc.
In the dungeon, Valora, Dale, and Sparx noticed Spyro's actions in wonder.
"What going on? Why isn't Spyro helping Hunter?" Dale asked as Valora shook her head, cluelessly
"I don't know. He's already done with Troc."
Sparx haven't said a word at all. He was basically concerned and suspicious of Spyro's immediate actions from before, but chose to ignore those and what was happening now in disbelief.
In Fighter's Circle, Spyro kneels and grabbed Troc by the chest so they were both face-to-face. A look of impatient framed his eyes.
"Alright, Troc. I've played your little game. Now gimme the amulet."
As Troc hid his intimidation, he immediately reached in his pocket and took out the green shiny amulet.
Spyro grabbed it and lets go of Troc before standing and staring at the amulet.
Suddenly, the amulet glowed in its bright natured color before telepathically slipping from Spyro's hand and heading towards Hunter's area as Spyro looked on in surprise.
Hunter was still on his hands and knees, while Polo started choking the life out of him.
Suddenly, Hunter's eyes shot open. At the same time, he instantly extended his left hand out where the green amulet soared into his grasp.
Polo noticed and grew shocked at this.
"What the-"
Polo was cut off when Hunter threw an elbow to Polo's rib.
"Unh!"
That move got Polo to loosen up on his grasp.
The crowds cheered on as Hunter capitalized and grabbed both of Polo's arms before throwing a back headbutt to the Gem Seekers head, then a back kick to his midsection, sending Polo soaring and hitting the force field, back-first before face-first hitting the ground unconscious.
The crowds cheered loudly as Hunter stood up and started cracking his neck in place including his shoulders and such.
He started walking up to Spyro, who remained where he was next to Troc.
Spyro smiled as Hunter showed a different set of eyes, which are dark blue.
Spyro unknowingly chuckled in recognition to those eyes, but remained silence about it.
"You okay?" He asked instead
Hunter smiled wickedly and nods.
"Just dandy." He responded as his eyes returned to its regular light blue color.
Troc groans and starts to stand, but Spyro extends his hand out ot him.
Troc stared at the hand, then stared into Spyro's now light blue eyes.
Spyro kept his smile as did Hunter.
"Sorry for the rough talk. Need a helping hand?" Spyro asked
Troc sighed and took Spyro's hand as the purple dragon helped him stand up, while the crowds cheered them on.
As the crowds settle down, Troc looked around the circle and noticed that half his posses were dealt with and nods before looking at Spyro and Hunter. Then, he smiles.
"Impressive. You know, no one has ever beaten us like that in handicap before, let alone survive. Yet, you guys were the first."
Spyro and Hunter snickered as Troc kept his smile before walking pass the two heroes and picking up an invisible object, which happens to be a coin before the force field deactivated.
Troc pockets the device before Spyro and Hunter approaches him.
Troc gazes them and nods.
"What say I raise your hands in victory." Troc suggested, but Spyro shook his head
"I got a better idea."
Rather than tell him, Spyro took Troc's right hand with his left, while taking Hunter's left hand with his right before unisonly raising their hands up in total victory as the crowds cheered wildly at the show of respect and sportmanship.
In the dungeon, Valora was at tears as Dale and Sparx noticed.
"Valora, are you okay?" Sparx asked
Valora nods.
"I'm fine." She said, with her voice breaking out as she sniffed up her tears.
"Then why are you crying?" Dale asked
"Because I love a good show of sportmanship and respect coming out of those three."
Both Dale and Sparx groaned in annoyance.
In Fighter's Circle, Spyro, Hunter, and Troc stood there, celebrating thier victory with the roaring crowds as Troc, Spyro, and hunter unisonly bowed in response.