A lot of gratitude goes to my loyal reviewer, Neros Urameshi, and ChrisMSMB! Gee, what happened to my previous reviewers? Since the first chapter, I tend to get plenty of reviews or comments but now, it seems that I generally get one measly review from one of my closest/best friends (you know who I'm talking about!). It looks like the more I neglect a story, the less popular it gets and the fewer the comments I obtain. Anyhoo, there will be references from Spyro 2: Gateway To Glimmer (Spyro 2: Ripto's Rage as you Americans like to call it and as well as a brief flashback), Spyro 3: Year of the Dragon and Spyro: Enter The Dragonfly in addition to references from American Dragon: Jake Long. Just keep in mind that Spyro and Sparx never usually groan "Aww, maaaaaan!!" but they utter this along with Jake as an obvious reference to most episodes.

Due to the length of the showdown, I decided to split this into several parts after many considerations. So, at long last Spyro, Sparx and Jake do battle with Ripto and surprisingly, Crush and Gulp, his idiotic minions. If you remembered the visions, which were predicted by the Oracle Twins, you might know who will give a helping hand to the heroes later on!

Spyro, Sparx, Bianca, Ripto, Hunter, Crush, Gulp, Elora, The Professor, Zoe, the Dragon Elders, the original Spyro series, Winter Tundra, the flashback, Summer Forest etc belongs to Insomniac Games or any creators. American Dragon: Jake Long, Jake Long/American Dragon, areas, characters, buildings and objects are properties of Jeff Goode and Disney. I own the storyline of the crossover, the title and the Rainbow Sceptre; they are my ideas from my imagination. I'll be highly offended if you use them without asking me for permission.

Chapter 11: Closing Battle – Part 1

At the moment, Spyro who was still riding on the American Dragon's red, scaly back and Sparx who was fluttering on the left side of his best friend were on their way to the pier where the evil cretin, Ripto, held poor Hunter captive. The Enchanted Compass, which was in the crimson, flying reptile's claws was glowing radiantly, each time they travelled in the directions of where the arrow was pointing. As they flew, the massive, bat-like wings kept flapping constantly like a heartbeat.

"Man, after all this time of searchin' for Hunter, he's at the harbour all along!" Jake exclaimed, he then slapped his face with his right claw for being so foolish, going on a wild goose chase with the gang and ended up with no clues leading to the kidnapped cheetah earlier. "What are the odds, yo?!"

"Boy, I'll say." Spyro buried his face in his claws; frustrated of the fact they didn't try to find the furry, light blue-eyed archer at the port when they got the chance. "Why didn't we look for him there in the first place?!?"

"Maybe 'cause New York City's totally vast and we'd never thought of seekin' out for him there."

Realizing what Jake Long just said, the little purple dragon lifted his cranium from his claws and immediately sat up in shock. His eyes became wide and large; naturally, he was taken aback by this. "Wait a sec! When you mentioned to me about the dragons living here and outside this area after battling with your enemies, this is what 'NYC' is known as?!?"

"Uh-huh, it's also called the 'The Big Apple' which is one of the many nicknames of the city, didn't know you'd be surprised about it." The magical protector of the metropolis nodded with a grin.

"Well, you never told me what 'NYC' means."

"My bad, yo, I've forgotten to let you and your dragonfly know about where you guys are."

"Hey, it's okay. It's better to enlighten Sparx and I now than never. Isn't that where we're getting off?"

The hero of the Dragon Realms pointed at their destination in the distance with a clawed finger. Sure enough, the pier comes into view as the protagonists approached it; they were a few altitudes away from the ground and close to the port. Seems like they finally made it, with time to spare. There were three wooden boxes in a row on the wooden floor that were located at the bottom end of the dock, a perfect spot for hiding temporarily and coming up with a good strategy. Not much has changed of what the waterfront looks like since Ripto and Hunter first arrived here from Avalar. They were easily seen as far-off, tiny silhouettes from above at the top edge of the sea front, awaiting the arrival of the purple-eyed, winged saviour.

"Yep, that's our stop! Brace yourselves for touch down, y'all!" Jacob Luke Long yelled, as if he's a pilot of an airplane and is speaking through an intercom.

Just then, he sends himself into a nose-dive; his wings were flapping to carry a reasonable speed rate. They plummet diagonally and were drawing near to the crates from mid-air; the pace decreases each time they come nearer their chosen spot. His passenger hanged on for dear life onto the green spines to avoid falling off of his ally, just as the dragonfly was fluttering along for the ride, beside his best friend.

By the time they got there, the tall and thin mythical creature flapped his wings once before landing gently on the ground behind the boxes. He bend down on all four claws, allowing Spyro to dismount off of the back and his close pal floated beside him. At this moment, different shades of blue flames engulfed the American Dragon. When the fire died down until it vanished without a trace, Jake reverted back to his human form. He and his buddies hide themselves from view as they took a peek of what's ahead of them.

"Ear of the dragon." He whispered, his ear instantly transformed into a dragon ear and placed his right hand close to it, trying to pick up any sounds or even a conversation from afar.

"Once I get that purple pest out of the way, no one will stop me from letting loose an assault on the Dragon Realms! Those filthy, putrid dragons won't know what hit them! Bwahahahahahahahah!!" A familiar sinister voice cackled evilly, obviously it belongs to Ripto.

"Spyro, where are you? HEEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Another recognizable voice cried out, frantically. Telling by it, Hunter is attempting to yell through the green, transparent bubble for his reptilian mate.

Despite the fact that supposedly no one's able to hear him due to being trapped in a spherical-like prison, the black-haired, red jacket-wearing adolescent managed to listen to the hairy, bearded cheetah's desperate yell with ease. After that, the spiky-haired, skateboarder's ear changed back to normal in a split second.

"Ooooh… that fiend! He's not gettin' away with this!" He gritted his teeth, shaking his clenched fists. His eyes were flaring up in anger; he had the sudden desire to torch the diminutive riptoc to a crisp or kicking his butt.

"You got that right, shorty's not gonna attack my homeworld when I'm here!" The youthful, defender of the dragon-filled realm bellowed, agreeing with his angered ally. He then winked at his black beady-eyed, shorts-wearing boy, jokingly. "Let's give him the ol' hotfoot!"

At this instant, the American-Chinese teenager cocked an eyebrow in a baffled manner and crossed his arms at the young, purple-scaled dragon, not getting the message of what he meant by that.

"The ol' hot what-what now?"

"Something I used say for ol' times sake a couple of years ago at the Summer Forest in Avalar." Spyro replied, between chuckles recalling his second adventure at another world. "I remember it if it was yesterday…"

Mini Flashback

In Summer Forest, Spyro and Elora were having a conversation near the Glimmer portal. After introducing to each other and an explanation about the talismans, the chitchat began to conclude.

Whilst they were having a discussion, Hunter looks down, puts a hand on his chin or beard while looking to the right and then to the left. Clearly, he was lost in thought about something else. He snaps his fingers with his right hand, running off to somewhere.

"If you come across any orbs, they're important too! But I'll tell you about them later." Elora finished, giving the heroic, purple dragon a long explanation.

"Okay, no problem! I'll collect a few talismans, give Ripto the ol' hotfoot, and be in Dragon Shores by lunch time." Spyro said with a smile, understanding the situation and what he must do to restore Avalar to its former glory.

End of mini flashback

"So… in other words, it means…" The small, purple-coloured redeemer said, he gestured his claw, motioning his companion to tilt his body to the side. The red-clothed, skateboard teen did as he was told and leaned over to him. Spyro spoke softly into his ear. "…Scorching his backside!"

"Ha, ha, don't we always?" Jake laughed, picturing the idea of setting the very small, caped wizard's bottom on fire in his head. "We dragons tend to do that anyway! Now, let's dish out a whole lotta pain to that punk!"

Before the trio could even confront the main antagonist as soon as they left their hiding place, suddenly a magical prismatic streak zipped by and in a burst of rainbow light, Bianca appeared right before their very eyes! She lightly settled herself on the ground, to her astonishment she eventually found her missing chums.

"Spyro and Sparx! What a pleasant surprise this is! I've been looking everywhere for you two, it can be a much of a hassle poking in many nooks and crannies to know where you boys and Hunter are." She beamed, delighted to see her buddy again after what appears to be a never-ending amount of hours.

"Nice to see you again, Bianca! What brings you to a place like this?" The resident of the Artisans Homeworld greeted with a smirk, he too was glad to see the ex-disciple of the Sorceress once more.

"Zoe informed me about the fiasco that occurred at Winter Tundra, so I decided to come here to find you guys and aid you a little bit, these spells should come in handy when you need to use them. Stand back, Spyro!"

Spyro walked backwards, a tiny bit to allow Bianca to cast a spell on him which will come in handy during the anticipating battle against Ripto. With a wave of her stick-like wand, she aimed it at the yellow-spiked, flying liberator and caused him to hover up and down; his wings, legs and claws were spread out at this time. His feet and tail were continually wagging left and right like as if he's flying through Speedways. The spell-casting rabbit muttered countless words, which were making no sense and seemed to be chants or incantations. Secondly, a vibrant, blinding light surrounded him, tons of multicoloured rays were emitting in numerous directions and a variety of loud, mystical sounds can be heard effortlessly. The light was so bright; the alter-ego of the American Dragon covered his eyes with his hands to prevent them from being damaged by the vividness.

"Wow! Talk about a light show!" He called out, at the top of his lungs over the ear-splitting noises coming from the immense, mysterious magic.

At long last, the enchantment has ended as the golden-dressed bunny stopped using her wand like a conducting stick, the intensity of the glow gradually grew weaker until it completely disappeared and Spyro promptly dropped to the ground with a THUMP!, his legs and claws were sprawled on it and his wings were floppy, resting on each side of his little body.

"Whoa! What the heck… just happened…?" He was left astounded and shook his head, as a result of the powerful spell and attempted to get himself awake.

"This spell will enable you to use a combination of skills like unlimited flight which means you're able to fly freely similar to most dragons, multiple breath abilities such as ice, electric and bubble… however a few new ones have been included and last but not least, the wing shield which lets you bring your wings in front of your body to protect you from harm and enemy attacks. But be careful, the spell will wear off once you leave this strange place."

"What are the new breath elements you're talking about?"

"Er… I'm sorry to say this but you'll have to find out for yourself; even I have no idea what kind of powers were added. Before I go, here's the Professor's latest invention called the Portimunicator 3000. It's not much but it might be some of use to you, Spyro."

As Bianca said this, she lends the device to the little, purple fire-breather who wrapped his tail round it, his way of taking it graciously.

Jake blankly eyed the gizmo and blinked his eyes twice, vacantly. "Dude… it's looks like an MP3 player. How's this junk gonna help us?"

Using one of his claws, Spyro shoved an uncertain Jake to one side, who narrowed his eyes and glowered at him. "Um… excuse my friend, he can be weird sometimes. So… how does this work?"

"Activate the device by pushing this button." The gold boot-wearing, blue-eyed hare indicated the yellow, oval button with white words in block capitals that spells out, 'ON/OFF' at the bottom using her finger. "The monitor should be turned on which displays anyone and where he or she are." She directs her finger at the pitch-black screen. "The Professor has a copy, which means he can talk or check up on you. If you get a call, it will alert you with a continuous, high-pitched beep."

Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep!

"A bit of a coincidence, isn't it? It appears you have a call from one of our Avalarian friends."

With a push of a button using a single claw whilst the tail gripped the contraption and was clutched in front of Spyro's face, he turned the thingamabob on resulting in a display of the Professor and the chilly, wintry scenery of the Winter Tundra behind him on the small screen and ceased the incessant beeping.

A big smile was spread across the lab coat-wearing mole's his lips, the instant he saw the Artisan rescuer on the screen. "Salutations, Spyro! My, my! Looks like Bianca have done a fantastic job in locating you! I see that you're holding my newest creation in your claws or tail and tell me your opinions on it, if you please."

"It's great and all but if you or anybody's calling me in the middle of a battle or a crisis, I would consider that thing annoying. I mean, how's this gonna be useful?" Spyro snorted, smoke coming out of his nostrils. Disbelieving the portable object can be helpful to his mission; he's unimpressed about it.

"Ironically, Bianca and Elora had doubts about it in the last small amount of hours, like you. I promise that my gadget will be beneficial; the main purposes of it are to allow us to check up on you and have a conversation and provide you with moral advice, tips and support. On to business, did you recover my Rainbow Sceptre?"

"Erm… about that, we're on our way to reclaim it, defeat Ripto and save Hunter. We finally found them, it was definitely a daunting task."

"This may be a unintelligent question to ask but who's 'we'?"

"Er…" Spyro dragged Jake towards him straight away using his claw, to show whom he's referring to. "Professor, this is my newfound friend, Jake Long. Jake Long, this is the Professor, one of my Avalarian pals who I told you about during our first encounter."

"It's a privilege to meet you, young lad. You're a very intriguing specimen, never seen anything like you in my life! It's odd that your species is not in the scientific books, without a doubt! Although, how are you capable of aiding Spyro in the showdown against that wicked Ripto due to your appearance?"

"Hey… I might not be able to help him as a human but I can make up for it by morphin' into the American Dragon and using my powers." The mythical guardian of the city put his hands on his hip and grinned smugly.

"And to think that your secret shouldn't be blurted out to my buddies, and here you are doing it. Way to go, Jake." Spyro mumbled sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the 14-year-old, red-clothed young adult.

"Yo! What's that supposed to mean, huh?"

"Remember when you told me not to blab your secret identity to my pals or anybody? Well… you revealed it yourself just now." The purple-tinted, mythological reptile reminded the teenage rascal about his previous speech. "Besides, we'll keep it between ourselves… right, guys?" He glanced at Bianca and then, the Professor with a wide smile. They move their heads up and down, indicating agreement. He bears an assuring expression and looked at the hip-hop, cool male. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with us!"

"Thanks, Spy."

"No problem, that's what friends are for. We stick together, no matter what."

"Are you really the American Dragon? I'm not convinced." Bianca gave an intent look at Jake, viewing him from his head to his sneakers.

"I'll prove it to ya, dragon up!" Jacob Juke Long's hands heated up with an assortment of blue hues, he cuddled himself and the inferno covered him, transforming him into a red, slender dragon. "Now, do you believe me?"

Flabbergasted and utterly at a loss of words, the red caped, female rabbit shakes a finger at the other scaly, winged reptile. Her tall, long ears were sticking up and her eyes went wide and huge in pure amazement. "Wha… but you… how… huh?!?"

Unlike the azure-eyed, inexperienced sorceress, the clever scientist was overjoyed with what he saw. "How extraordinary! This is remarkably peculiar; I didn't realize that there are dragons living in remote locations, other than the Dragon Realms! I should really make a note of this in my notepad!"

"Y'know, I had the same expression as well at first but I wasn't very shocked. When I discovered about Jake's alias, I knew he was a dragon 'cause of the way he acted strangely around me and his personality." Spyro explained, telling his account to Bianca and the Professor of his experience of learning his recent mate is a dragon.

Looking back at her memories of the adventures with her companions and her misdeed of leading an army of Rhynocs to kidnap the dragon eggs, Hunter's love interest sheepishly smiled. "Actually, I shouldn't be astounded. I've already seen plenty of dragons in the Dragon Realms, namely Spyro and the Dragon Elders. On the other hand, witnessing you change to a dragon is so new to me. Who would have thought there are more of these creatures in different dimensions and places?"

"Let's not go off topic, shall we? You still have an unfinished job to do, Spyro." The spectacles-wearing, intellectual mole reminded, adjusting his glasses to make sure they were in the right position. "Don't give up and believe in yourself, the residents of Avalar and I are behind you! I'm positive you can do this and I bid you farewell."

After the conversation is over, Spyro let his claw on the ON/OFF button and pushed it, the monitor became completely dark and switched off the technological device at the same time. He and his allies' attention were now on the spellcaster, listening to her.

"Speaking of which, I have to go as well. It's been nice knowing you, American Dragon. I'm certain you and Spyro will make a terrific team! Have faith, both of you! Please save Hunter, not only for my sake but for everyone's sake too. So long!" She waved at the heroes, who did the similar thing.

She quickly teleports via a magical prismatic streak and disappeared in a split second, leaving the boys to challenge the villainous, wizard tyrant.

"Can you mind it for me? I've got nowhere to put it." The fire-breathing, purple reptilian asked, unsure of where to deposit it due to having no pockets.

"All right then, tell me when ya need it." Jake replied, smiling at his little companion.

Spyro loosened his tail to let his ally to take the portable, communication gizmo as it falls from it. He caught it in his claws before it crashes to the ground and then somehow concealed it perhaps in his scales, keeping it safe. Without a hesitant thought, they rushed to the spot where the evildoer is keeping the furred, tailed cheetah hostage unaware that their adversary has a variety of magic tricks up his sleeves. Even though, he's an old foe of Spyro's and one of the dangerous rivals, he is Jake's brand new opponent.

Meanwhile, Ripto has his sceptre pointing towards his imprisoned victim, the red jewel was glowing with concentrated magic. Hunter backed away from it, inch-by-inch and cringed, preparing for the worst. Deep down inside himself, he knew that he'd be done for since he can't do anything about it and his close friend was nowhere to be seen. The tip of the weapon was giving off a seemingly unlimited amount of energy, the orange-skinned reptile chortled darkly, the more he moved in closer to his target. He was about to unleash a dark spell from his sceptre, when all of a sudden he was interrupted by a familiar voice coming from a particular purple dragon.

"Hey shorty! Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?!"

N-no! It-it-it can't be! He worriedly thought to himself, denying the unexpected presence of his sworn enemy. He recognized that voice from anywhere from the time when he first encountered his nemesis in Avalar.

He turned around to face not only, him, but also his companions. Spyro stood on all four legs; his clawtips were touching the wooden surface of the floor. He was at the middle of the team, Jake was in his dragon form on the left side, hovering on the spot and his wings were flapping and lastly, Sparx was fluttering in place, on the right side. Currently, they and the spiteful, green-eyed baddie were a small number of inches and glowering at each other, on the verge of starting a clash.

"WHAT?!? YOU AGAIN?!? B-b-but that's impossible! I thought I've already disposed of you back in Avalar!" Ripto fumed, shaking his staff at the team of three and understandably peeved of the fact that his previous attack on the purple dragon and the crew failed.

Noticing how puny the dark purple-cloaked, menace is, the American Dragon puts a red, scaly claw next to his mouth and talked softly. "Man… now, I know why you call him 'shorty', he's so… so… short."

"Yeah, tell me about it." The over-hyped, petite reptile acquiesced, whispering back to his team mate.

Unfortunately to them, the pint-sized, horned reptilian heard their comments, in spite of chatting in a low voice. This resulted in him becoming furious at the dynamic twosome; he hated being on the receiving end of insults because of his size.

"I heard that! Well, well… what do we have here? WHAT?!? ANOTHER DRAGON?!?" He was flabbergasted, never expecting to catch a glimpse of another dragon, besides Spyro. "And I thought there are no dragons here…" He added, under his breath.

Seizing the right opportunity, Jake retaliated with an angry reply. He crossed his arms and sneered at his brand new adversary. "Guess again, half-pint! They'll be dragons wherever you go, whether you like it or not!"

"Gya! Naaaaaaah! No matter, when I'm finally rid of you blasted dragons; soon all the realms will be mine! But first, I'll start with this world!"

"Sorry, short-fry, but the only world you're takin' over is a world of pain! If you wanna begin your quest of world or rather… realm domination, you'll have to go through us first!"

"Now, let go of Hunter and fork over the Rainbow Sceptre if you know what's good for you!" Spyro shouted, demanding his mortal foe to release Hunter and hand back the colourful invention as if he's threatening him.

In spite of that, Ripto refused to do those things and replied angrily like a typical bad character. "Never! Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't just free your pathetic, dim-witted friend and return the sceptre without a fight!"

"Oh, a challenge is it? Bring it on!"

At the same time, they engaged in a brutal yet rigorous battle. It's mostly dragons versus a vengeful riptoc, since Sparx couldn't attack or do anything except follow his confidant around, all he had to do was to protect him and act as a health meter if he needs to.

Spyro started the showdown by closing his eyelids, inhaled and instantaneously, breathed fire at Ripto. The torrent of fire was heading towards him; using the Rainbow Sceptre he held in his orange, left hand, he countered it with a blast of water, which is aiming for the flames. The moment the water and fire made impact, the water washed the blaze and neutralized it, creating smoke which somewhat filled the air. It was so noxious that he and his pals were coughing, the fumes obscure their visions but luckily, seeing as he and Jake are dragons they were able to see in the dark with no trouble at all. He used his chance to flap his wings to make a strong, breezy wind to clear it away; the three fighters were still coughing as the smoke began to wane and slowly faded away until there's nothing left.

"Ugh! I can't believe he thwarted my signature ability!" He was infuriated by the fact that his flame breath didn't even burn him this time.

Usually it never lets him down but because his persistent adversary is armed with an item that's more potent, he mustn't let his guard down and stand his ground regardless of how difficult and daunting the confrontation is, what's more his abducted mate's life is at stake!

Seeing that his yellow-spiny, purple-scaled comrade's blazing move wasn't successful, Jake Long cracked his knuckles in an intimidating way, enthusiastically had a desire to deliver a blow to the spell-casting, mini dinosaur. "It's my turn now! Just sit back and watch the Am-Drag do his thing, yo!"

"Don't Jake! He'll do the same thing to you!"

"Then do ya have any bright ideas?" The black-haired, beady-eyed dragon ogles at his golden-horned, Artisan buddy, like he's asking him if he had a decent plan. "You're experienced with crackin' open a can of smack-daddy on him anyway."

The yellow-underbellied, white-clawtipped, magical creature met his chum's questioning gaze, suggesting his proposal. "I'll try to check out the new moves I received from Bianca's spell. If they don't go well, I'll use my dragon-kata, Chi abilities and spells from the earlier battle when we were fighting your foes on him."

"Sounds awesome to me. Or we could distract him by flying around to get him confused and attacking him while one of us set Hunter free."

"Great id—"

Suddenly, the discussion between the courageous pair of dragons was brought to an abrupt halt as a lightning bolt was shot from the multihued gemstone of the sceptre and is heading for them like a long, deadly beam at a breakneck speed. Luckily, they simultaneously dodged it by soaring out of the way. Instead, the electrical energy hits a random, nearby crate behind them and destroyed it to smithereens, millions of timber in a range of shapes, sizes, heights and widths crumbled to the ground in a little, mountain-like heap.

"Gaaaah! Hold still, you pesky, flying reptiles!" Ripto called out in extreme rage, he was so infuriated like if a volcano erupted and molten rocks were spewed out all over the place. "I'm gonna fry you both into dragon shish kebabs if it takes me all night!"

He shot a volley of electric, ice, fire, wind and water from the Rainbow Sceptre like mad at them, one after the other in order and zooming in several ways, attempting to take down one or both of the fearless heroes. Every attack was backfired and ended up smashing or colliding into random crates, cargo boxes, shipment containers, planks from the quay floor and so on. Bits and pieces were sent flying and scattered here and there in the midst of the chaotic, violent skirmish. Other various obstacles or items were either became frozen stiff, blown off to a specific position, set ablaze, got electrocuted or drenched due to the devastating elements of the supernatural powers. To defend himself from injury, Spyro used his wing shield skill and brought his wings in front of his body to deflect anything or any projectiles that comes in his direction while he's airborne and Jake flew from side to side, evading some but not all attacks.

He carried on moving left and right repeatedly as a blast of ice whizzed past him, on the right. "Yo, what is he tryin' to do?!? Trashin' the whole New York Harbour?!?"

Spyro shook his head, stating the obvious. Ever since his second adventure, he has nothing but contempt for the short, bad-tempered menace. "Sheesh, he's tends to do it in Avalar, my home or any area he invades. Very typical of him."

"It's time to make things a little bit interesting." The sceptre-wielding oppressor murmured, with a villainous grin and guffawed in a sinister way.

And with that, he raised his regular sceptre with his right hand and swirled it in a clockwise motion, summoning a reasonably, humongous portal next to him, bringing his brainless henchmen onto the battlefield. In a sprinkle of magic dust descending from out of the gem like confetti, the vertical, elliptical doorway was illuminating the darkness of nighttime and the marina with rainbow-coloured and stunning, bright light that catches the protagonists' eyes. In absolute awe and anticipation, they watch as they check out what type of living things depart out of the dimensional doorway. Within moments to spare, Crush exited out of the teleporter and secondly, Gulp who stomped out of it after him without crushing his master.

Gulp is an enormous green quadruped with two, colossal silver rockets on his hunched back. On his head he has a pair of curvy, medium-sized yellow horns and he bears one pointed tooth that is sticking out of his mouth. Underneath his wavy, thick, dark green monobrow are light green eyes and huge, black pupils inside his big, wide eyeballs. Two identical, metal cuffs with teensy weensy grey circles with black outlines around them were fastened round his ankles, near the bottom of his gargantuan feet with gigantic, pale green nails on them.

Crush is a blue, colossal winged dinosaur with two bat-like wings at his back and normally carries a huge, brown club with a white, pointed horn poking out at the sides in one of his oversized claws. On his unattractive mug is a curly, thick, dark blue monobrow above his green eyes and teeny weeny, black pupils in his outsized, extensive eyeballs, a razor-sharp, white tooth poking out of his mouth and a pair of yellow horns with thin lines on them going down. Lastly, the pointy, black nails that was sharp as clawtips can be seen on his monstrous feet.

"You've gotta be kiddin' me! Why didn't I see this comin'?" Jake gasped, he rubbed his eyes in a traumatized fashion to ensure he wasn't dreaming.

"They don't appear to be joking! I had a bad feeling he's gonna bring in reinforcements. Since Sparx couldn't fight, we're truly outnumbered!" Spyro frowned, realizing who they're up against. Meeting them face-to-face for the umpteenth time mean serious déjà vu for him, he grimaced at the memories of combating them in their arenas and how bothersome they were back at Avalar. "Then again, I'm already familiar with wiping the floor with them back in the old days, this should a cakewalk." His frown instantly turned to an overconfident smirk as he uttered this.

"Easy for you to say, I haven't fought 'em before in my life! Who the heck are these ugly punks?"

"The blue, toothless dino over there is Crush." Spyro indicated the azure-scaled, club-wielding monster who is on the right side of his boss with his spear-shaped tip of his tail. "And the green quadruped dinosaur is called Gulp." He pointed to the green-coloured, horned steed who is on the left side of his master as well. "They're Ripto's brainless yet burly cronies, they're monsters we should watch out for if we're careless."

"Geez, shouldn't they be extinct? There are no dinosaurs in the NYC, let alone in the real world!"

"But anything could exist in other realms, homeworlds and lands. Even our kind!"

"You're right, there's nothin' normal here too but spottin' dinosaurs roamin' around the city is somethin' you don't see everyday."

Ripto turned to Crush, next Gulp and last of all, his adversaries. He point towards them, the end of the staff is aiming directly at them. "Crush and Gulp… GET THEM!!!"

Willing to dish out a helping of butt whupping to the dino duo, the scarlet hero of the magical world punches his right claw into the other, a cocky smile slowly became visible across his lips. "Time for a little minion mashing!"

Before he had the liberty to take off, his movement was brought to a standstill by Spyro. He tugged on the red, winged reptilian protector's tail, which caused him to look down at the young, purple dragon with a baffled expression, guessing that he has something important to tell.

"Hold it, Jake! Look out for Gulp's heat-seeking missiles; they'll follow you wherever you move. Use this to your advantage and lure them to where you want them to go or let it go after you until they run out of gas. Also, take care not to get bashed by Crush's club, it's hard to avoid if you underestimate its strength. I'll deal with Gulp and you'll take care of Crush." He advised, warning the American Dragon about the pair's attack pattern.

"Or how about we handle 'em together as one?"

"Works for me, whatever floats your boat."

In mere seconds, the clash continues amongst the warriors. Crush lifted up his club over his head and thrust it downward at his enemies who soared out of the way from their positions before it could slam them to the ground. The brown club smashed it, sending millions of miniature splinters in random ways.

Gulp launched two missiles from his rockets at them, one heading in Spyro's (as well as Sparx) direction and the second travelling to Jake. They nodded simultaneously at each other and together; they performed a backflip in midair, causing the missiles to change direction. As a couple of close pals, they glide in a straight line to the terrible trio at a rapid speed with the projectiles hot on their dragon tails, smoke was trailing behind the petite rockets.

The moment they come within reach of the bad bunch, (hopefully planning to lure the teeny rockets to cause them to crash into the baddies) the green-eyed, cerulean-winged simpleton and the light green-eyed, simple-minded monster creature attempted to stomp to the right but to no avail, because of their bulky weight and the massiveness of their feet. Spyro, Jake and Sparx were inches closer to their foes and just at the right time, Crush managed to flap his wings to take flight and he hovered above the ground on the spot, higher than the cage to evade the incoming rockets. For being such an idiot, he was smart this time.

Unbeknownst to the brave do-gooders, Ripto has other plans in store for the good guys! His scheme is coming to fruition and he readied his sceptre. While the rockets were still pursuing their targets, the threesome streaked right into the diabolical, rhynocorus riptosaurus' trap! He took aim at the rope that was attached from the hook to the top of the cage and shot a ball of fire; it was heading for the rope and once the spell made contact with it, it was ignited and goes up in flames. As soon as it cuts the rope after the inferno settled down until it's no more, the metal square-shaped cage was hanging from the alloy hook of the crane descends and drops onto the unsuspecting protagonists!

"Hey!" Spyro cried out, letting his purple eyes wander round and became aware of his and his chum's caged in circumstance.

"What's the big idea?!" Sparx shouted, flailing his violet wings fretfully and fluttered in all directions.

"What the—?!" Jake yelled, darting his eyes left and then right as he held onto the bars tightly with his claws.

In spite of this occurrence, the missiles ended up having a collision with the metal bars of the left side of the cage and created a small explosion, blowing up into loads of metal, jagged scraps in the process. Laughing quietly to himself and pleased with having his victims caught in his cage, Ripto went to his duped yet unwary foes.

"Weeeeeell… it appears that not only do I have you in my trap but your pathetic friends too! Finally at long last, you wretched dragons are out of the picture!" He cackled triumphantly, satisfied with his dastardly trick. He paced to where his arch nemesis stood and pointed his staff through the bars, towards the plucky, purple dragon's neck. He gulped uneasily but maintained a self-assured posture. "Not even you, you little demon, can stop me from taking what's mine and plunging the Dragon homelands as well as this place into chaos! Hah hah hah hah hah heh heh HAH HAH!" He withdraws his weapon from his archenemy's throat, pulled it out of the bars and walked off, chuckling evilly to himself.

Saddened by this unpleasant incident, the squad of three felt their spirits and their hopes sink. The red, tall and slim dragon let go of the bars and flopped his arms to both sides of his body, sulking whilst the two denizens of the Artisans Homeworld hung their heads down, disheartened and felt like they let themselves, the inhabitants of the fairytale-like, whimsical world of Avalar and their newfound New York City chums down.

"Aww, maaaaaan!!" They moaned in unison.

Oh no! Is this truly the end for Spyro, Jake and Sparx? Has Ripto finally won and gotten the better of his arch foe? Will the purple-caped, wizard riptoc put the purple dragon out to pasture after he and his comrades were locked in the cage? Will they escape? Things aren't lookin' well for the protagonists at the moment but they'll soon change! Check out the second part to find out!

Normally, the chapters of my crossover don't finish like that but I couldn't resist adding this reference above in this chappie. Don't worry the final showdown doesn't end there, there are more parts coming sooner than you think! That means Spyro, Sparx and Jake can still turn the tables on Ripto and teach him a lesson he'll never forget!

Currently, I'm working on a poster or a front cover for this story. Unluckily, it's not finished yet. In the meantime, see the preview on deviantART. I'll get cracking on the actual or final version, it will be ages until it's properly complete. Believe me, drawing dragons is NOT that easy! Sketching Spyro is harder than doing Jake in his dragon form, to be honest. One of the main reasons must be the proportion, I'm known as Mariofanstar so please take a look at my page and the sneak preview of the poster. Actually, it's supposed to be an updated version of the old one, which was posted in the Spyro & American Dragon club.

The next chapter will determine what will happen to Hunter so you'll just have to discover this for yourself! Review away and I'll start working on the twelfth chapter and part two of the last battle.