Battle Arena

Miles moved in with popcorn in one paw and a soda in the other, his tail hadn't stopped the entire time they got there. He sat in his seat and listened to the thunderous crowd, "I'm so excited!!" Miles exclaimed, "Though it won't be fun without Dad being here. Did you know he only ever lost six times?" Miles said staring out over the arena.

"I wonder whose going to be fighting? I know quite a few different boxers! Though I don't really have a favorite....am I talking to much?" Miles asked looking to Talia. His eye had wandered to the ring, taking a large sip of his soda which was bigger then it probably needed to be. "Hey!" He said pointing, "Isn't that Nina?" He asked.

"I'm so excited!!" Miles exclaimed, "Though it won't be fun without Dad being here. Did you know he only ever lost six times?" Miles said staring out over the arena.



"I wonder whose going to be fighting? I know quite a few different boxers! Though I don't really have a favorite....am I talking to much?" Miles asked looking to Talia. His eye had wandered to the ring, taking a large sip of his soda which was bigger then it probably needed to be. "Hey!" He said pointing, "Isn't that Nina?" He asked



Talia did know his fathers career. His excited yapping more than a little annoying to her. However it was normal. The entire crowd was talking and bonding. Many friendships were founded in the arena. Talia looked to where he was pointing when he mentioned Nina.

"Yeah that is her; with one of her many sisters. She has twelve I think all together. They are employed all over the digital world," Talia responded leaning back into her seat. 

"Alright theen the first match up for the night is Grizzly Barrik versus The Cyclone!!!"


The fighters took turns stepping into the ring. Each making rounds to make the people cheer before settling in the middle. The gryzmon glared at his foe as the lovely scantly dressed Renamon walked around with the round number. As the bell rang though it was the cyclomon that took the lead. He began pounding away at the gryzmon.

"Cyclomon are fierce foes in the ring. Their arms can stretch making it impossible to back away and get some room. They can't wear armor however in the ring. That makes their heads very soft and vulnerable," Talia said as she watched.

Time was called and the bell rang moving them into round two. This time the gryzmon came out swinging. He stood on his hind legs. Keeping his foe on the defensive. By the end of the third round they were both breathing heavily. It all came down to the forth round and who would get in that final punch. By then they were both bleeding. Busted lips, bruised arms and swollen faces. The cyclomon looked ready to keel. His head had been hit one too many times.

The bell rang and the battle started they circled then struck. Each one defending and jabbing at one another over and over until finally a jab to the Gryzmon's jaw left it out cold. It hung loosely in its sockets and he was pulled out. The verdict being a broken jaw and unable to continue.

"And The Cyclone wins by a knock out. I tell ya James that was a close one. The Cyclone was looking pretty rough there," Jones said as they left the arena. The announcers talking about the fight as they readied it for the next set.

"Yeah that is her; with one of her many sisters. She has twelve I think all together. They are employed all over the digital world," Miles watched them briefly but when the fighters were announced, he looked to the ring.

"Alright theen the first match up for the night is Grizzly Barrik versus The Cyclone!!!" Miles knew one of those fighters, "Cyclone huh? I remember that guy." Miles said. He looked at the Renamon, remembering her from his dads days. At least he thought it was the same one. There happened to be one in every arena.

"Cyclomon are fierce foes in the ring. Their arms can stretch making it impossible to back away and get some room. They can't wear armor however in the ring. That makes their heads very soft and vulnerable," Miles looked to Talia as she explained and he looked back to the ring, "He didn't seem that tough in his debut match against my dad. He was knocked out in the first round." Miles mentioned.

"And The Cyclone wins by a knock out. I tell ya James that was a close one. The Cyclone was looking pretty rough there,"

"Wow! That was so intense! What a lucky blow though at the end, Grizzly was thinking to much instead of reacting. At least that is what it looked like to me. What about you Talia?" Miles asked as they prepared for the next match.

"I think it doesn't matter now," Talia said looking at the ring. "Luck or hesitance in the ring doesn't make winners or losers in the arena. In the end it all comes down to instincts and the need for survival," Talia responded.

Talia would continue providing tips and answering his questions as things settled into the junior rounds. By then most people had left leaving only the true fans behind. Those whose careers depended on these matches for the most part. Sponsors, coaches, families and friends all waiting to see who would make a name for themselves.

"Up next is the junior favorite the Rock versus Green Giant," Jones announced.

"The Green Giant looks awfully small," James commented with a laugh.

The goblinmon went in first making his rounds. Then came in the Rock. A gottsumon with a smirk on his face and a high and mighty air. He got in the ring riling the watchers up then settled. The Renamon made her round with the sign and when the bell ring all it took was one hit. The Green Giant was out cold his nose bleeding from the force.

"And he takes sticks and stones to a whole new meaning. A one punch knock out," James commented. Some disappointed noises came out about it being too quick but they all clapped praising the Rock. Ronin stood off to one side proudly as though he himself was receiving the praise.

"I think it doesn't matter now," Talia said looking at the ring. "Luck or hesitance in the ring doesn't make winners or losers in the arena. In the end it all comes down to instincts and the need for survival," Talia responded. Miles didn't quite understand, he was just trying to have a good time. He looked back to the ring as the new fighters were announced.

"Up next is the junior favorite the Rock versus Green Giant," It was time for the junior league, the people Miles would have to fight. He felt his paws tingle at the thought he still enjoyed a good fight. Even more when he was the fighter. He was expecting to see his opponent's skill but instead witnessed a o.h.k.o.

"And he takes sticks and stones to a whole new meaning. A one punch knock out," Miles eyes widened, "That Rock guy, he won so easily...that's crazy! I think he broke that kids nose too. Is he the champ?" Miles asked. He wondered if it was fair that a stone hard digimon like Gottsumon could be allowed to fight but his father had fought many digimon like him and won.

"He is. He is Ronin's prized fighter and will eventually take over Ronin's place on the pedestal....." Talia let it die off there. Like Ronin would let that happen. He would probably break the kid into pebbles before letting him take his title. Stingy bastard that he was. "His real name is Ricky Stone.....come to think of it you will need a fighter name as well. Think about it."

The rest of the matches weren't as quick. Dozens of small timers were pounding away at one another in the ring until the last match was over. Nina's sister had been taking care of them all. Meanwhile Nina was nowhere to be seen.

"Hiya, so you came after all," Nina said having sat behind them and leaning in. 

"I will clobber you," Talia said glaring at her as surprise wore off.

Nina chuckled and waved to someone on the floor. A small Gargomon waved back and started up the aisle to them. He had won his match and was more than a little happy. His tail was wagging as he walked and he turned into their row. 

"Sup," he said sitting down. "Names Vincent the Victor." His wings were still too small to fly and he sat in the seat sideways so he wouldn't squish them.

"He is. He is Ronin's prized fighter and will eventually take over Ronin's place on the pedestal....." Miles eyed the champion, his fists beginning to shake. He wanted to fight him, a small smirk forming on his face. "His real name is Ricky Stone.....come to think of it you will need a fighter name as well. Think about it."

"Ricky Stone...hmm...." Miles thought about a name, he remembered his dad was know as the Blue Storm, because of his speed and power being like a powerful storm. Miles wondered what he could be, "A name....?" He thought but was spooked again by the sudden appearance of Nina.

"Hiya, so you came after all," Miles nearly fell forward grabbing his chest, "Geez...you really have terrible people skills." He said turning and glaring at her much like Talia.

Miles looked to see who Nina was waving at and watched as the white dragon approached them, he would have been a bit more intimidating had his eyes not been covered but it was definitely creepy looking.

"Sup," he said sitting down. "Names Vincent the Victor."

Miles gave a friendly but nervous smile, "Hi...my name is Miles, congratulations on your victory." He said, this taller digimon didn't look like he belonged in the junior league.

"Hi...my name is Miles, congratulations on your victory."

"It was nothing. You win and you lose. I just happened to hit harder today," Vincent said smiling. He offered his paw in a hand shake. "You going to be a boxer too?"

"It was nothing. You win and you lose. I just happened to hit harder today," Miles shook Vincent's claw, "You going to be a boxer too?"

Miles nodded, "That's the idea. I'm training at Talia's gym right now. I want to a strong boxer like my dad." Miles chuckled, "Though according to my coach I'm not ready for a fight yet. So I'm still just a novice."

"That's the idea. I'm training at Talia's gym right now. I want to a strong boxer like my dad." Miles chuckled, "Though according to my coach I'm not ready for a fight yet. So I'm still just a novice."



"Ehh, don't worry about that. All coaches say that at first to make you work harder," Vincent said chuckling. Talia glared at him but he pretended not to notice. "Maybe we can spar sometime as part of our training. It is always good to have sparring partners. This place is never closed either they got more than one ring used for practice in the back. That way we can all come and spar with one another and give a good show on event nights."

"Vincents got more losses than wins," Nina chimed in. "You should spar more," she said teasing him.

"That is cause of the Rock," Vincent huffed. "Anyway it was nice meeting you. I should get back to my coach before he comes looking. Don't want to have to do a bunch of chores," Vincent chuckled and waved as he got up to leave.

"Bye bye," Nina said waving back. "He was rather cool headed despite being ecstatic to meet you."

"Ehh, don't worry about that. All coaches say that at first to make you work harder," Miles chuckled when he noticed Talia's glare, "Maybe we can spar sometime as part of our training. It is always good to have sparring partners. This place is never closed either they got more than one ring used for practice in the back. That way we can all come and spar with one another and give a good show on event nights."

Miles looked to Talia questioningly, he didn't want to do anything unless she gave the okay, "Vincents got more losses than wins," Nina chimed in. "You should spar more," she said teasing him.

"That is cause of the Rock," Vincent huffed.

"Anyway it was nice meeting you. I should get back to my coach before he comes looking. Don't want to have to do a bunch of chores," Miles smiled, "Nice meeting you as well." Miles waved as Vincent left. "He wasn't that creepy after all." He thought allowed.

"He was rather cool headed despite being ecstatic to meet you." Miles looked at Nina, "Ecstatic...to meet me?"

Nina nodded, "I tole him about a Gaomon named Miles and he knew immediately who your father was. He was super excited at the thought of competing with a legends son."

"It may be good to spar occasionally..." Talia said her thoughts finally coming to a conclusion. "Bone and skin is very different from rugs and you'll need to hit them eventually." Talia stood ready to leave.The nights events now over and they needed to get back to training if not go to sleep and train tomorrow. 

"Right then. I gotta go help my sister. You two be safe," Nina said as she noticed Talia stand. She jumped over the seats between then and bounced her way back down to the floor.

"She needs to learn to act more normal," Talia said disapprovingly. She started for the exit. The idea of sparring still on her mind. He was going to need more than learning where to hit. A digimons forearms could be rather tough. 

She led the way and went into a small store picking up groceries for the morning along with milk. She wanted to strengthen his bones or at least prevent them from breaking. Eventually they would make their way home.