A/N: I got this chapter put together suprisingly fast. hope you enjoy. also, I was originally planning to have the next training sequence this chapter, But that would have made it a bit too long compared to my other chapters in this story, and the end of the first battle made a good chapter break.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Legend of Spyro, only my OCs

Chapter 8: Captured!

Fellmuth Arena, Prison Area

Jolt's POV

We woke up in a jail cell. From the largely wooden construction, we were left to assume we were in the brig of a ship. Gneiss and Tempest were in one cell, while Spyro, Sparx, and I were across the way from them. For reasons know only to him, Sparx took this as his que to sing… badly.

"Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home, wawawawawa," sang Sparx in a voice comparable to the sound of puking birds hitting a chalkboard.

Across the way, Gneiss and tempest were covering their ears at Sparx's singing.

"Sparx," said Spyro, "must you do that?"

"Yes, you vocalizations are quite exasperatingly annoying" I said.

"Have you been talking to Volteer?" asked Sparx.

"Yes, somewhat, I thought it would be pleasant to make my conversation increasingly erudite," I replied smiling, "I also know that it bothers you".

"Whatever, and anyway, maybe I do must I do that. And you know, it might just be crazy enough to work," Sparx said, then he went back to singing, "Come on Spyro, put that sorrow behind you and clap your hands with me!"

Spyro just shook his head at this statement, seeing as we don't really have hands to clap properly. Sparx didn't take notice and just continued with his karaoke.

"Let the joy come pouring down and rain on me and you," sang Sparx, "Hmph hmph hmph… Can't you feel it? Hmph hmph… Can't you feel the love in the room tonight? Hmph hmph…"

Meanwhile, Gneiss and Tempest were discussing things in their cell.

"What was that back there?" said Gneiss, "I've never seen you react to something that way before".

"Well, I was hoping they'd be intimidated by the idea that any funny business would be responded to by a small army of angry dragons," said Tempest, "I knew it probably wouldn't work, but I felt it was worth a try anyway".

"Oh, alright," Gneiss said, "Hey, did you notice that we still have our pendants? I wonder why they didn't try to take them away?"

"They did," said Tempest, "but when they tried to grab our pendants, they got blasted back by the pendants' power. Since then, they've been hesitant to get too close to us".

As we sat it the cells a mole walked by. A mole wearing a very familiar candle hat…

"Mole-Yair!" exclaimed Spyro.

"Spyro? Is that really you old friend?" replied Mole-Yair, "and where are your companions?"

"We're right here, Mole-Yair, where are we? Can you get us out?" asked Gneiss.

"You are on Skabb's ship, the Fellmuth," whispered Mole-Yair, "and will likely be made to compete in the arena fights, like the other prisoners. I, too, am a prisoner here, as are many of my kinsmen. But we moles are too frail to make for worthwhile entertainment, so we are made to serve grog to the Skavengers".

"Mole-Yair, you have to get us out of here," said Spyro.

"Shhh! We'll talk later," said Mole-Yair, "Someone is coming".

Mole-Yair then wandered off the way he'd come from, and from the opposite direction came Skabb, his birds, and several minions.

"I trust your living quarters are to your liking?" Said Scratch, sounding more pompous than even Cyril can manage.

"I don't know?" said Sparx, "my roommates could be more fun though".

"I thought I told you to be quiet, fool!" Replied Sniff, and then turned to Spyro and me, "And you, get ready to fight! 'Cause it's hurtin' time baby!"

Skabb and his entourage then walked off as the jailer stepped forwards to unlock our cell.

"I really," said Sparx, "I mean, more than really, hate those birds".

The jailer then escorted Spyro, Sparx, and I to the main gate, where we would enter the combat arena. Beyond the gate, we could hear the crowd getting themselves worked up to watch the coming fight. As we stood there, we could heard Scratch and Sniff playing the part of M.C., doing introductions for the combatants.

"Fiends and Felons! Scoundrels and Swindlers! Welcome… to the first event of the evening!" said Scratch, "Tonight, we bring you a very special battle, sure to quench your thirst for brutality!"

"Enough of this jibba jabber!" said Sniff, "let's bring on the pain!"

"Introducing a pair creatures both rare and powerful," said Scratch, "creatures of might and magic! Prepare yourselves, and feast your eyes… on Spyro and Jolt, the DRAGONS!"

With this, the gate in front of us dropped, and we stepped into the arena side by side. It was circular, with a ring of poisonous water around the perimeter, and cannons mounted on the arena walls, apparently to add extra hazards to the battles.

"Wow, if we weren't about to die," said Sparx, "I'd say this is pretty neat!"

I had to agree with him for once, even though we were in a very bad spot here, at least we got a nice, dramatic entrance out of it.

"Oi! They're not dragons! Just a pair of welplings!" said random pirate number from the crowd.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," said Spyro.

"I second that," I said.

"Ah, that's just the butterflies in your stomach. Huh, trust me, I know," replied Sparx.

We soon reached the middle of the arena, and prepared for whatever they decided to throw at us.

"…And their opponent… you've seen them before," said Scratch, "and loved them! We offer you none other than the twins of terror themselves… The Blundertails!"

The far gate slid open, admitting out foes: a pair of pirates riding what appeared to be Buffalo Beetles with cannons mounted on their tails. As they approached, they swiped at us with their pincers, but we quickly dodged away.

We commenced to fight them, each taking one so to divide their attention. They were tough, but we soon hit upon the idea of flipping them over, leaving them vulnerable to being crushed by dive bomb attacks. This mean the battle ended surprisingly quickly.

As we finished them off, we heard the crowd applauding our efforts.

"Great crowd, huh?" Sparx said, "I wonder if I can get them to do the wave…"

"Well done," said Scratch, "well done indeed. Step forwards, little dragons, and receive your glory".

Before Spyro could as much as a step towards Skabb, he looked woozy again, and fell to the ground unconscious.

"You waiting for someone to move for you boy? Don't just stand there, this is no puppet show!"

"Oh, no, not again!" said Sparx.

I noticed that the crowd was getting riled up, so I slowly picked up Spyro and started slowly backing towards the gate. Sparx, however was still trying to win the crowd's unconditional support, and was failing badly.

"Don't worry! There's nothing to see here!" said Sparx, "it's all under control. And allow me to entertain you with the healing power of love while we wait".

When I heard THAT, I stared running towards the gate, knowing nothing good could come of what Sparx was planning.

"Um… um… Swing low… I don't hear ya, come on," Sparx sang even worse than before, "Swing low, sweet, what's the matter with you all?"

"You stink!" shouted a random pirate, just as one of the cannons surrounding the arena fired in Sparx' position. He managed to dodge out of the way, and finally took the hint and flew after us into the brig.

As we were being escorted back to our cell, I noticed that Gneiss and Tempest were out cold as well. Having nothing else to do for the moment, I sat down to wait for my friends to wake up.

A/N: Next time: Reawkening: Earth and Water. see you then!