Note: first fanfic, will improve as I go along, I have been a gamemaster on my past RP site so the action should be good, and I do not own Ben 10 or anything that is remotely like Ben 10.

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF GLORY: I uploaded these last two chapters kind of quickly so you might have missed the last chapter.

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Diamondhead looked out at the arena and mentally sighed to himself. He thought that Ripjaws had a chance in winning the match but he was wrong. The score was now two to one. If the enemy team won one more round, then this match will be over. XLR8 shifted uncomfortably upon her feet. She too knew that they needed to win two more rounds in order to conquer the match.

Stinkfly turned to Ghostfreak and uneasily said, "Ghostfreak…is Ripjaws back to her old self?"

Ghostfreak for a moment did not say anything, she then said, "yes…the intense aura that I felt awhile ago is gone…Ripjaws is amongst us once more…"

Stinkfly nodded and looked back at the arena. She then saw something from the corner of one of her eyestalks. She blinked and she looked at what she saw again. It couldn't be…could it? The person looks so different from him and yet…

Stinkfly grabbed Upgrade's arm and pointed to the outskirts of the arena.

"Look!" she cried.

Her teammates followed her finger and when they saw what they she was looking at they too didn't believe what they saw.

Diamondhead smirked and said, "So he's finally here."

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Ripjaws opened her eyes slowly. It took awhile to adjust them but once she did she saw that she was upon the ground. She tried to move but she found that she couldn't get up. Not because she was hurt but because she felt as if all of her energy had been sucked out of her. She then felt herself being lifted up in the air and set down upon the stretcher by the medics that had rushed to her side. The stretcher felt nice and cool against her hot and dried skin.

She looked over to the arena and saw Eaglet also being placed upon a stretcher. When she saw this Ripjaws realized that she had lost. Even the power of her inner demon did not beat the hawk-like fighter. Tears rolled into her eyes as she thought more and more about it. She had failed, she did her best and she still failed. She was useless.

As she was thinking this through she felt the presence of another person nearby. She bent her head and looked to see who was standing there.

It was Heatblast. But not the Heatblast that she remembered. Instead of being somewhat scrawny and lanky like the last time she saw him, Heatblast looked more muscular and fit. Small flames were rising from his shoulders and the color of his whole body seemed to be darker than she remembered. A look of both determination and love was upon his face as he saw her. He was also carrying what appeared to be a small knapsack.

When she saw him, her eyes grew wide and she said faintly his name.

Heatblast smiled and gave her the thumbs up. "You did great babe," he said.

Once again Ripjaws felt ashamed of herself and she said, "But I have failed…"

Heatblast placed a cool hand upon her shoulder and said, "But you tried and that's what count. One who tries again and again and fails is not a failure. One who tries once and fails and gives up is a true failure. You, Ripjaws, are no failure."

Ripjaws closed her eyes once more and said, "Thank you…Heatblast…"

She then calmly fell asleep.

Heatblast released his hand from her shoulder and let the medics take her away. He looked up the arena and nodded to himself. It was time for him to battle.

Taking long strides, he soon reached the icy covered rock stage. He took off his knapsack and set it down the ground carefully. This was it, time to see if all his training with Cannonbolt would help him win this match.

He looked over to the other side of the arena and saw Cuttooth standing there. He grinned a ferocious grin and said, "You have no idea how long I have been waiting to do this…"

Heatblast smiled and popped his knuckles and replied, "Ditto."

The stadium's bell rang twice. Round four has began.