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Arena

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As Tom stepped out into the arena floor, he could see that the stands were, for one, packed, and second, his opponent was right there in front of him, waiting. The announcer didn't count. "Today's fight," the announcer stated, yelling into a horn, "Is to determine who the lovely Luna of the Moonfighter Clan stays with! On my left, the Shadow Legacy himself, the great Gravismon!" A great cheer erupted through most of the stands. The only ones not cheering were Rena, her older brother and mother, Coyote, Rahne, and the remaining Drifters. "And over here, the Tamer," the announcer continued, the crowd now booing at Tom, "Thomas." To be honest, Tom didn't really care. He'd heard worse back on Orion. Tom smiled up at Rena before steeling his expression as he faced Gravismon.

Gravismon smirked at Tom. "You don't know what you're getting into human," he said to Tom. Tom shrugged nonchalantly as he got into his fighting stance. Seeing as he wasn't going to get a reaction from Tom any time before the fight, Gravismon did the same.

Doamon stood up in the stands. "The rules of this match are as follows!" he bellowed out, smirking arrogantly down at Tom. "The first to incapacitate or kill the other is the victor! There shall be no human projectile weapons or Digivolving! Powers are permitted! Let the fight begin!" Doamon sat back down as the crowd roared its approval of the 'rules.'

"Last chance human," Gravis growled. "Give up, and save yourself the embarrassment." Tom just stood there defiantly. Smirking, Gravismon turned to the crowd. "Look at this! This human has no idea what it means to fight me! He thinks he can win!" Whirling back to Tom, he continued. "Any bets as to how long he will last?" Immediately, people started betting against Tom, when a single voice rang out.

"I bet, in the place of a friend, that Thomas Walls will not only live through the match, but will also win. The wager is one hundred gold pieces." Everyone, Tom included, turned to see that it was Ari who had said that. Many sitting next to him scoffed and laughed. Coyote hung his head down, knowing just who had placed that bet. After all, the Mirage Casino in Vegas still owed Ronin five point eight million dollars.

"Hey, if you're all done betting, can we just get this fight started?" asked Tom. "Or are you just going to stand there and let your balls talk for you?"

The entire arena fell silent at the taunt. Gravismon himself was stunned momentarily before he rushed forward in a blind rage. "IF IT'S DEATH YOU WANT, THEN I'LL GLADLY GIVE IT TO YOU!!" Gravis roared as he lunged towards Tom, fist blazing in dark purple flames. Tom ducked under the initial swing and let loose a swift jab into Gravis's gut, making the Renamon not only gasp for air, but also pushed him back several feet. Tom then backed off, hands up in guard. You'd think he'd be a bit smarter, Tom thought.

As Gravismon stood back up, Tom went on the offensive. Tom ran at him and jumped, landing a rather fierce kick onto Gravis's arms as the Renamon blocked the attack. Gravis growled and shoved Tom back, making the human stumble.

As Rena sat next to Coyote, the soldier looked down at something, stood up, and walked away. Rena didn't notice and shouted down to Tom, "Come on Tom, I know you can beat him!" Doamon growled down at his daughter. As he did so however, Rahne looked over at the Taomon.

"I have to ask," she said to the older Digimon, "Do you still remember who I am?" Doamon huffed.

"Who in the valley hasn't heard the stories of Rahne of the Faint Smile, and her village of freaks," Doamon responded. "Your people are useless, weak, and unfit to be Renamon." Doamon then turned his head to look at her. "I am surprised though. I thought you weaklings only lived for three hundred years."

Rahne growled. "Those 'weaklings,' Doamon, managed to stop an assault a few days ago. We only just managed to get out alive," she hissed. "And I will do anything to make sure that they are safe."

Doamon huffed again. "Whatever. Humans have left us weak, degraded us to mere pets. I will enjoy watching this match."

As Rahne and Doamon were talking, Tom and Gravismon had gone around the arena and traded a few blows. Gravismon made a crystal shard and flung it at Tom. Tom narrowly dodged it, and stood back up in his fighting stance. "Oh come on now Gravis," Tom taunted. "I know you can do better than that! After all, I'm only just one human, aren't I?" Tom was caught by surprise by a high powered punch from Gravismon into his gut. Tom stumbled back, dodging another punch, but received a swift knee into his hunched over form as a result.

"You're useless you pathetic piece of brute-bait!" shouted out Zack, kicking Tom in the side, a feral grin on his face. Tom lay on the ground, groaning in pain as several examiners watched, his mother among them. Zack went down to the ground and wrapped his hands around Tom's neck, choking him.

"Tokyo Twist Tom! Do the Tokyo Twist!" shouted Devin from the sidelines. Tom eyed the asshole on top of him, and did something that no male should ever have happen to him. Tom grabbed his opponent's chest, pinched, and­-

-Twisted, sending Gravismon into extreme pain. Gravis snarled, and drove a fist into Tom's chest, managing to break two of Tom's ribs. While Tom groaned in pain, Gravis hauled the human up and displayed him to the arena. "Tell me, do you wish for this human to live?" he asked the audience. The crowd roared their disapproval of the idea. Gravis held Tom close to him and hissed into his ear, "After I kill you, I will claim Luna as my mate, and I will destroy and banish those freaks who accompany you!" But as Gravis conjured up a diamond shard, Tom beat him to the punch.

Whipping out his boot knife, Tom slammed the blade into Gravis's neck. "YOU FIRST!" Tom shouted out in fury as he kicked himself away from his foe. Tom landed on his back and rolled to his feet, watching as Gravis stumbled about, trying to take out the four inch blade lodged in his neck. Tom hobbled over to the center of the arena, but before he could do so, Gravismon howled in fury.

"I...WILL NOT...LOSE TO YOU!! I WILL NOT LOSE TO A HUMAN!!!!" Gravis roared in fury as he began changing his form. Tom stared at the changing monster. Damn, this guy is worse than a blue sand addict back on Terra Nova, Tom thought as he backed away. Gravismon then stopped changing. Now, he was standing at eight foot four, looked like a werewolf, and had spiked fur. Although, in mind of how odd the evolution of this world went, those spines were probably more than just for show.

Rena in the split second that time stood still saw the one thing that could save Tom: Ronin's revolver. She grabbed it from Rahne's lap and tossed it to Tom. "All bets are off Tom! Smoke that bastard!"

Tom grabbed the gun and aimed at the monster Gravis had become.

Tom pulled the trigger.

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The Smith and Wesson .45 2105 revolver that Tom now held in his hand had quite a history. It was crafted on Earth during the initial year of production, and was purchased by a simple man named Victor Crúz. It would then remain in the family on Earth for the next twenty years, until it was taken to the planet San Madrid. While there, the revolver received a handle made out of the native redwood trees, and a floral engraving on the barrel. It then became the possession of a General de Santiago for the better part of three years. It then became the possession of a certain Voxin, where it then became almost as famous as the Voxin, and the Voxin's rifle.

Milliseconds after Tom pulled the trigger, the hammer struck the back of the massive bullet in the chamber. The primer ignited the propellant, causing the propellant to burn up and produce a massive build-up of gas. The gas separated the bullet from its casing and into the barrel proper. As the bullet entered the barrel, the bullet connected the two rails above and below it, completing a circuit that caused the rails to make a rather strong magnetic field. As the nearly half-inch wide round traveled down the barrel, the magnetic field grew stronger and stronger, up until the bullet left the barrel. And as the bullet left, the gas went down a hole in the barrel, driving a small rod to cycle the next round to line up with the barrel.

The first bullet hit Gravis in the hip, and it damn near tore his leg off. The next round hit him in the chest, just a bit over to the left of the right lung. The third round hit Gravismon in the head, and that deleted the bastard instantly. Tom fell to his knees as Rena jumped down to hug him in glee. "You did it! Youdidityoudidityoudidit!" she squealed out into Tom's ear as she held the Spartan close to her.

Tom smiled at her. "Eh, he wasn't so tough," he commented. "He only broke two ribs." Doamon sat there in the stands, watching in horror as his worst dream came true. Ari was collecting money, and Rahne glanced over at Doamon smugly before trying to look for her mate. However, a commotion down on the floor disturbed her. A group of Renamon, led by Vixinomon, were storming off to Tom's position, and Rena was having none of it. She quickly evolved to her Champion form and stood there protecting Tom. Vixinomon was screaming in anger, screaming about avenging her brothers death, when a single voice stopped them all.

"Ronin, NOOO!!"

And then, there was light.