-1Disclaimer: I do not own B-daman. I never will own B-daman and I don't plan on it. The characters in this story belong to the owners of B-daman. This story however, is my own. Please do not copy, steal, or alter this material in any way. Feel free to print for personal use.

Author's Note: Session 2. My story is starting off slow and probably will consist of many long chapters. Have fun with that!

SESSION TWO - Enter Howitzer Tiger

He laughed. Andrew looked around. "He figure." He smirked to himself. And lifted open the lid, his mouth fell open as he examined the contained object.

From the box, he pulled out a gray and blue sharp looking B-daman. It has six wings all pointing in opposite directions, while staying symmetrical. He smiled at how sleek and new it looked. The B-daman wore a face guard with spikes sticking out backwards. The eyes were golden and seemed to glow when held into the light. He admired its beauty. In the bottom of the box laid twenty or so emerald B-daballs. He closed one eye to admire the world through the B-daball.

The B-daman seemed to gleam and shine. He slide a B-daball through the back of its head space and looked around. He smiled aiming at a vase. Surely it didn't have that much fire power. He pushed the trigger and suddenly he found himself blown from the chair and onto his back against a wall. He swore he had seen some kind of creature of energy propel the ball. The B-daball had shattered the face and made a clear dent in the wall. The ball rolled off to the side before staying in place and cooling. Andrew's eyes were wide and he panted slightly.

He shook his head and stood staring at the B-daman. "How in the heck is it that powerful?" He though about it. "Maybe I should return it." He shook his head. "It was meant for me obviously, I did have the key."

He moved his weak and shaky hand and sat the B-daman down on the table near the box and nineteen B-daballs he hadn't fired yet. He paced, staring at the B-daman. It was obviously special and not as common as the plastic B-daman you could buy from the store and upgrade. He hadn't even began to think of the punishment he would receive for the damages or what the tiger had to do with the mess.

He lifted it, smiling. He only realized one thing at that point. He smiled at it, and kissed it on the forehead. It was his key to destroy the competition at the B-daman tournament. He did a little giddy dance and then picked up the recently fired B-daball. It was still slightly hot and only its material makeup prevented it from being shattered that instant it impacted the wall.

He loaded the B-daballs into his pocket and then left his house. He ran down the road to his friend TJ's house and showed it to him. The two talked for some time about its origins and its power.

"Let's test it, shall we." Said TJ firmly as he prepared his B-daman. "What'd you name it?"

Andrew looked at the B-daman and thought. A voice called to him. "I call it Howitzer Tiger." His friend nodded in approval.

The two stood on the platform of the large B-daman stadium they had spent last summer making. It was in rough condition due to all the matches held there. TJ pulled out Swift Goat, his prized B-daman. Andrew smirked.

"You better not use that one, use a dummy." TJ look at Andrew oddly then shrugged and pulled out a gray skeleton of a B-daman.

The two nodded and despite the material of Howitzer Tiger, it was super light weight. He smiled as TJ fired ten shots in a row. After he was done with his volley of shots, Andrew aimed.

"One shot… It's all I need." He aimed and fired.

Once again, he was blown off his balance, and the shot disintegrated the dummy B-daman and blew TJ back too. The arena had taken its final blow as it too split in half and collapsed under itself. Andrew nodded as if to say 'I told you so' and TJ nodded back.

"That definitely packs a punch." He chuckled as Andrew nodded too.

- Session End -

Author Note: Ok. That's where I am stopping for Session 2. Comments and feedback are appreciated. Thanks.