Ethan woke up on sand. He groaned in pain. His head was throbbing in pain.

Ethan got up and, to his horror, he was being watched.

By dragons.

He was in some sort of arena. Sand on the ground, the walls made out of stone, and a gate that was behind him and in front of him. There were stone bleachers on the stone walls, and they were filled with SkyWings, at least, that's what he thought they were called. He looked up behind him, where he saw Queen Scarlet staring down at him, as if she was trying to install fear into him.

It was working a little.

"After three wins," A dragon shouted, making Ethan jump. "We have Sandstorm of the SandWings,"

Across from him was a large dragon with sand colored scales, pure, black eyes, and a barb at the end of its tail.

SandWings? Ethan thought. New type of dragon?

"Formerly, and unwisely, a soldier in Blaze's army, should I say," The dragon yelled.

Ethan pulled his revolver out of his holster. He then checked his pockets. His weapons were limited, only armed with a few grenades and a Colt Python, which was extremely hard to earn after a Dalek invasion of the UNIT base he worked at.

"Then, we have a scavenger," The dragon yelled. Ethan heard some confused sounds from the audience.

Scavenger? Ethan wondered. Is that what they call humans?

"But, this is no ordinary scavenger. It came with weird weapons and can speak out language!" He heard gasps from the crowd. "Will it be strong enough to defeat a dragon? Probably not, but let's see! Claws up! Teeth ready! Fight!"

After that last word, Sandstorm charged at Ethan. Ethan dodged to the side and fired his Colt Python at the him. Sandstorm howled in pain. He swiped at Ethan, but he was able to roll under his talon and fire his last few shots at the dragon.

This time, Sandstorm dodged. He brought his barb down to Ethan, only missing by a few inches. Ethan was covered in sweat. If he got hit, it was over for him.

I don't have enough time to reload. I might have to rely on my knife, Ethan thought. He really didn't want to fight a dragon with a knife. He's skilled, but he probably isn't that skilled.

Then, a man jumped down. In his hands was a M79 grenade launcher. What shocked Ethan was that he had UNIT soldier gear. He had a helmet on, with a M7 gas mask. His skin was a chocolate brown. His hair was a dirty blonde, and was shaved short.

His UNIT gear consisted of a black tactical vest, a black long sleeved shirt, tactical fingerless gloves, tactical pants, and steeltoe combat boots. The holster on his vest had what looked like a Beretta handgun.

"Nice to meet'cha," He said. He had an Australian accent, and sounded to be in his early 30's.

"Another?!" Sandstorm hissed. He aimed the barb at the soldier.

The man fired, sending a round at Sandtorm. It collided with his face, sending him back, clawing at his face.

Ethan peered closer to see why, and when he saw, it made him sick.

Acid.

The scales on his face were melting, revealing muscle and bone. Blood mixed with the acid dropping from his face.

"Go!" The man yelled. They ran to one of the gates, both men reloading their weapons.

Ethan tugged at the gate. As he expected. Locked.

"Stand back," The man said. Ethan took a step back.

"After them!" Queen Scarlet roared. Ethan aimed his Colt Python at the sky. He didn't have his 44. Magnum, so this would have to do.

The man fired a shot at the gate, and this time the grenade exploded on contact, knocking the gate down.

"What the heck was that?!" Ethan yelled.

"Nitro 10," The man said. "Has a lot more wallop than Nitro 9!"

They ran through, with a whole bunch of guards behind them.

They ran into some sort of kitchen. Ethan looked around for an escape. Thankfully, there was a window.

"There!" Ethan yelled as they climbed up. When they got to the window, Ethan felt like throwing up.

They were hundreds, if not thousands, of feet above ground.

"I'm not to sure about this…" Ethan said.

"Just go!" The man pushed Ethan out, then jumped out himself. Ethan was screaming.

Falling, falling, falling…

Then, he felt something grab him. He looked up, and saw the man with a parachute. They landed safely, and Ethan immediately aimed his gun at the man.

"Is that how ye' treat your rescuer?" The man asked smugly. He took the gas mask off, and actually showed his age.

He looked like he was at least 21. He had brown eyes, as well as a few freckles.

"Brandon. Brandon Sullivan," He shook Ethan's hand. He looked around. "My brother should be 're somewhere,"

His attention snapped back onto Ethan. "I didn't expect meetin' you! Of all people!"

"What are you talking about?" Ethan asked.

"The Ethan Crow?! I've heard so much about you!" Brandon said gleefully.

Ethan was a little startled. He was famous?

"Uh… thanks?" Ethan said nervously. "Am I… popular?"

"Immensely!" Brandon said. "You were the only survivor of that one attack on the base,"

Ethan remembered. When Davros tried using something called the Reality Bomb. He stole planets for this reality-destroying bomb. Ethan was the last survivor in the UNIT base he worked at. He had a variety of weapons, including an Anti-Tank Rocket Launcher. After helping the Doctor after threatening to blow up the ship, he rose up the ranks quickly.

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah…"

"I'm good with explosives, hence the Nitro 10," Brandon said. "And the grenade launcher is my signature weapon, I guess you could call it. Hey, could you tell me what happened at the Base?"

Ethan ran his fingers through his hair. "Well…"

…

Ethan lit a cigarette on one of the fires. He was tired. After all the Daleks he fought, he was ready to sleep for a week.

He stuck the cigarette in his mouth. He knew it was bad for him, but since it was probably is last day living, why not?

His grip tightened on the rocket launcher. He just took down the leader, but then, why was he so afraid? Was it because of all the death and destruction all around him? Maybe it was because he caused the destruction of the Daleks at the age of 23. That he was able to operate an Anti-Tank rocket launcher?

He shuddered at the thought. He didn't want to become a killer. He couldn't. It'd haunt him until the day he died.

He looked at the rocket launcher. Why did he have it? One step closer to destruction.

Then he had the idea. He can only kill in self defense, or if ordered to.

His body started to glow white. He felt lightheaded. He accidentally dropped the rocket launcher as he was teleported. All the way to the Dalek mothership.

He bit his lip in an attempt to stop himself from yelping in pain. He had various cuts, bruises, and burns, but alive and in one piece.

The place was purely mechanical. He saw pipes, a ventilation shaft, some steam…

And a Dalek hovering over to him.

"Exterminate!" It screeched. It fired it's death ray at him. He dodged, and pulled his Grenade Launcher out. An M79 Grenade launcher, like the one in the R.P.D. He fired an explosive round at the Dalek. It hit the eyestalk. It started to spin around in a confused matter.

"Vision impaired! Assistance required!" It shrieked. Ethan grabbed a crowbar from his belt.

"Can it, sissy," Ethan hissed as her swung the crowbar into the grill and pried it loose. He pulled his Glock 19 out and fired a few shots into the casing. Inside a Dalek, there is a mutated...

thing inside. The weakness was the eyestalk. After that, they're completely blind. Then, he pries the top of the casing off to reveal the creature inside. Though still dangerous, if one is quick enough, one can shoot the inside.

Ethan grabbed the creature inside and yanked it out. It was some sort of one-eyed, tentacled abomination. Ethan held his breath as he threw it as far as he could.

"Disgusting," He said. He looked inside, hoping to find some parts he could collect. Sadly, there wasn't. He sighed.