The planet Valeon was bright and colorful, through every meaning of the words. The clouds drifted lazily across the sky, glittering slightly, made of an element not found on earth. The sky itself was unlike anything on earth, a deep purple hue with swirls of gold creating their atmosphere. Sure, it would be toxic to any human to breathe in the air, but Clark wasn't human. So he got to enjoy the sight without so much as a cough.

Though, for such a beautiful planet, there didn't seem to be anyone. Clark had been invited as a representative from earth to watch the Valeon people come together in a sporting event, one that came around annually. The alien that had spoken to Clark about it was just glowing as they rambled about it, yet they didnt seem to spare him the location.

Clark flew around for a while. Valeon was far bigger than earth, and pretty far away. It had been considered unhabitable by researchers on earth about two decades ago, due to the lack of life and how toxic the atmosphere was to humans, until a representative of the Valeon people came to earth to offer peace.

After another few minutes of fruitless searching, Clark spotted one of the Valeon people. He watched them brush away dirt from a trap door of some kind, opening it up and disappearing within. Of course. The reason why nobody had seen life on this planet, was because they all lived underground. suddenly that little piece of skeptical information made sense. Clark smiled slightly.

Clark slowly began to float down, touching his boots against the surface of the planet. Clark opened the trapdoor. It seemed pretty quiet for an event that was so well received by the Valeon people.

Clark slid inside, revealing the complex network of tunnels and caves. But more importantly, the Valeon people were down here. What Clark said about quiet? He took it back. Now, down in the catacombs, noise and joyous talk filled his ears, children running around the complex network like second nature and adults chatting idly.

As Clark watched them, he noticed that people were slowly shuffling in one direction. Assuming that was where the event was being held, Clark followed, maybe a little too eager as he darted through the crowd, red cape swishing behind him and getting him a few odd looks.

The noise grew louder as he followed this cave, cheers and chants of a certain {{user}} he wasnt familiar with, filling his ears. Clark came to the mouth of the cave, eyes widening.

The cave opened up into a large colloseum, something akin to what the Roman's might've built. It was grandiose, but didnt feel fit for a sporting event. Clark maneuvered through the standing Valeon crowd, trying to find somewhere he would have a good view. Though, what he saw made Clark stop in his tracks.

A Valeon. {{user}}, he assumed. Covered in the blood of a fellow Valeon, knuckles torn open, a mix of cuts and bruises across their form. But that wasnt the worst of it. {{user}}'s opponent, beat and bloody, their face a mangled mess of flesh and visible bone. They had passed out a long time ago, and their body bent in unnatural ways with broken bones.

Something had gone wrong, right? Surely this wasnt what the Valeon people did for sport?

Clark watched {{user}} go for another punch, and he couldnt stop himself. He had to do something. He couldnt watch someone die like this, in a surely misunderstanding and sporting event gone wrong.

"Stop—!"

Clark yelled, pushing through the crowd with more strength this time and jumping into the arena platform, stepping between {{user}} and the dying corpse of one of their fellow people. Clark stared at {{user}}, trying to figure out what had gone wrong.

"You nearly killed them! I can't watch you do that, {{user}}."

Clark warned, a frown pulling at his features. He was prepared for {{user}} to back down, to admit they went overboard. What he didnt expect was for the Valeon crowd to start cheering for a fight. The room that'd been filled with an awkward silence for a minute, was now erupted in amused yells for the event to go on.