The attack was like popping a zit; disgustingly messy, mixed with blood,and a futile effort and only promising scars.
Jane's kingdom was the face, the Vikings were the furious, dirty fingernails scraping at the surface.
They were only teenagers; that's what made them so much worst to deal with. Recklessly violent, the kids didn't aim they just chopped and swung at anything that was in their path. They left destruction behind them and were hideously laughing as they terrorized.
The red-haired heroin, Jane, was the one of few knights still fighting with respect. Her elder comrades weren't fast enough to keep up with the rough young brutes; this lead to a lot of amusement for the Vikings and deep humiliation for the proud knights.
While she fought on the ground, her friends watched her from above.
The Jester chewed on his hat as he watched a large Viking aim his mallet at Jane. There was nothing he could do except pray her diligent training kept her safe. It was a weak act but he was locked in the room ( by Jane, for his own safety).
Jester's teeth caused a small hole in his hat, he only noticed this when he stopped chewing and heard the door open. It was Smithy, their kingdoms's blacksmith, pushed another young man into the room with Jester.
"Thank you so much! I couldn't bear the idea of being down their with those hethans! Sorry you have to weld everything by yourself, though." said the green eyed boy taking to Smithy.
"It's okay, Phil. We can't all be heroes." Smithy said with kind intentions. He left the boy named Phil with Jester.
"Some barbecue, huh?" green-eyes said.
"Yes, a happy get-together with smoked pig and grilled cow." Jester commented. The friend of Smithy was a fellow blacksmith from another kingdom that challeneged Jester in sarcasm frequently.
"Your girl down there still?" Phil asked.
"She isn't my girl. But yes, still battling those unwanted barbarians." Jester informed Phil as they went to the window.
From that angle they saw the knight, Gunther, fighting a blonde female Viking. She was faster with her axe but the dark haired knight almost got his sword into her waist.
Phil took an unexplained inhale then covered it up with, "I'm gonna be empathetic as I say I totally understand your need to get down their and protect your lady-friend."
"That doesn't help me! Dammit, I know they could turn me to ribbons, but at least I'd distract them from Jane for a second!"
Jester had his hands fisted.
"Well, nothing we can do about that. New topic, uhhh, do you know where they keep the extra suits of amor?"
Jester didn't pay him attention.
"Don't know? Okay, how about the ugly paintings of the previous royals? The family teasures? That...oh, what's it call? That place where you keep the bathtubs?" Phil asked innocently.
"Uggh, second floor to the right: somewhere in the king's room I assume and the lavatory is in the backyard like any decent place- but I don't have time for this!" Jester went to the locked door and tried pulling it open.
Phil calmly came behind his strugging. Jester raised an eyebrow. Taking the Jester serious, for once, he pulled out a funny little device from his pocket, put it in the keyhole. It took less than a minute, then the door opened.
Jester was confused but happy to be let out. He left the cowardly Phil and ran through the castle to the battle courtyard where the battle was going on.
He saw Jane keeping her pace with a ram-horned Viking; conquering him quite well. That made Jester a tiny bit relived until noticing a big, meaty Viking coming at her from the back.
Not knowing anything better to do, the Jester started singing.
" Oh no! Dear me,this cannot be! My eyes are bleeding from the uncouth squealing from one big, dumb viking melee!"
Oddly enough, this got the big Viking's attention.
"Who's squealing?" asked the high pitched Viking. In his slight distraction, Jane was able to push the ram-horned Viking into the bigger one.
Jester smiled, Jane grimaced. " Jester, I demand you go where it's safe!"
"I refuse. I can help you against these witless animals and -ahhh!"
He was cut short by the attack of the blonde Viking going against Jane.
"Witless he says? Unarmed and surrounded by the very 'animals' he's insulting. Not all that clever in my book." said the blonde as her axe slammed against Jane's armor.
"It must be a thin book! He is in no danger with me standing." Jane told her.
"Lets change that then." the blonde suggested.
The two warriors fought with strong motivation to see the other drained off blood. The fierce females could continue for hours if not for an elder knight's bizarre invention that spat large rocks in between them.
"Hahaha, take that, lassie!" Sir Ivan screamed happily.
Jane was separate from the blonde, but closer to Gunther. He fight was against another viking that laughed as his spearnmade contact with skin.
"You know, this could be done so quickly if you called on that flying frog of yours!" he yelled at Jane.
"This is a human matter, we can handle these brutes ourselves, lazybones." Jane yelled back at him, then saw a few Vikings sitting on defeated knights. The horned-helmeted warriors were laughing jollily.
"But maybe Dragon would enjoy assisting in a noble fry of these particular humans." Jane said.
The Knights had only their most viligent soilders standing. They stood in front of the kingdom's entrance, their colleages scattered around the grounds. The vikings were mostly well off; sweaty and bloody, all smiling with satisfaction.
"Do you give up yet, savages?" asked Sir Theodore.
"Hey, no name calling, Buttwipe. We got feelings too!" The Vikings laughed at this retort; no one was uncertain of victory.
"We'll see how they feel about burning alive." Jane whispered before yelling "DRAGON! I COULD USE SOME ASISTANCE OF YOURS!"
The Viking exchanged curious whispers about the word 'dragon' but didn't appear scared. Oh just wait, Jane thought smugly.
Dragon came swooping in, landed protectively in front of Jane, and facing the Vikings.
"I get called from my beauty sleep for a little bug problem? Oh fine, I'll start the stomping, for you Jane."
The green dragon left a foot to stomp on the big Viking Jester had earlier distracted. His eyes were wide with glee.
"Ooh, a JibberJabber! Don't get those around Berk. And he's a really big one! " he said excitedly, just observing the dragon.
"Don't try to flatter me, kid. I squish you either way." Dragon was putting his foot down when lightning bolt hit him in nose. This gave the squeaky one time to move out of Dragon's stomping range.
It wasn't a stormy night so the Knights were confused.
A long haired Viking smirked cruelly at them. "Hey Dorks! You wanna play your dragon? Then let's fight fire with gas."
Another long haired, but female Viking behind him rolled her eyes at the cheesy line.
The courtyard started to fill with toxic green clouds.
"This does nothing! It barely smells bad! We'll still have our dragon burn you to a crisp." Gunther shouted confidently.
"I'm not your dragon, and this gas is too combustible to breathe fire in." Dragon stated, he was standing in patience to see where the gas source was coming from. He saw over gas at humans. He used his wings to push the gas back but there was too much.
Jane could see nothing pass the puke-green smoke, but then saw an area with a black figure in shape of a rabbit-like creature. She ventured towards it, sword in hand. When she saw it in full, she found it to be a dragon.
It was smaller than her Dragon, sleeker scaled and big green eyes that were catlike. If her friend Pepper saw the creature, she'd call it cute.
Jane tightened her grip, "Friend or foe, little dragon?" she asked.
The dragon titled it's head in an adorable way. " Hmm. Friend to some, but defiantly not to you."
His eyes blame slit like and the dragon crouched in fashion ready to pounce. While Jane was a fast human, the dragon was faster and had her on her back in a second's time. He had blue fire in his mouth, ready to blast Jane's face when her Dragon knocked the black one away.
"Claws off my human, pal." Dragon stated, cool and furiously at once.
The little Nightfury looked slightly amused. "Aren't humans fun? Always asking for more fire power in their scraps. Oh, which reminds me:
Spark it!"
Dragon covered Jane with his body and wings so that when a spark went off and set the whole courtyard into a huge explosion, she was 't harmed.
That took away the last of the Knight's physical resistance. The courtyard was all dark with smolderings. The Vikings were all unharmed and had double in numbers. Well, the extra numbers weren't humans.
With the gas gone, all sorts of colorful and distinguishing dragons were shown siding with the Vikings.
"Usually our dragons just sit back, look awesome and enjoy our show ..." The Viking boy stopped to let his sister say "But if you let yours out, it's only fair we let ares on the playground, too."
Dragon had never seen so many of his kind at once. It would be the best day ever if they weren't apparently evil. He looked at the long necked, red Dragon. Hmm, maybe evil wasn't so bad. But then saw the cocky black one.
It took the curve of his claws to entice the Nightfury. The two dragons circled each other, they snapped and attempted blows but no contact was made.
Dukes up, Dragon said, "Come on, bunny-boy, whatcha got?"
'Bunny-boy' gave an arrogant snort, then smiled a mischevious smile. He zoomed around Dragon, a blow here and there. It wasn't Dragon's lack of trying to block, the Nightfury was just much more faster. It took all of eight minutes to pin Dragon down; he hated defeat but trying to follow the black blur had given him a killer headache.
"Is that all ya got?" Dragon dropped to the ground, little red dragons chasing each other in a circle above his head.
Jane went to her Dragon's head and tried to comfort him. Thought she wanted to protect his pride she stroked his head, she glared at the victorious Vikings and their horrible pets.
The Nighfury smiled then zoomed upwards, too high to see the direction other than up. Jane despised him but couldn't follow him in the air.
"Alright." The blonde female said loudly, a bright blue chicken-like dragon on her side. "We've conqured your spunky, but sad, defiance so now I know I can demand for the Hammer of Vili."
Sir Theodore looked at her with spite. "All this destruction for a hammer?"
"What, are you waiting for a 'please'?" The ram-horned Viking asked sarcastically. A few others chuckled.
The Knights were piqued. Only a few were still standing and no produced the hammer.
"Why do you even think we have your stupid hammer, Vikings?" Jane asked them.
The long-haired female Viking rolled her eyes, again. "Uhh, we wouldn't travel to this flimsy castle if our informants were dead wrong."
None of the Knights moved to get the hammer. Jane didn't think the King would keep a Viking hammer in his treasure room and had never seen it the castle. Even if he did she did not want to even spit on the brutes.
The Vikings were still smiling but losing pateince, their dragons rumbled beside them in boredom. The blonde whispered something to her dragon, she stared at Jane as she did. The blue dragon laughed a bit. Jane tried to be above caring.
There was then another blue bolt of lighting in alone in the clouds. The day was sunny, all the better to see the burning ruins of the Knight's castle home.
After seeing the bolt, the blonde Viking nodded and motioned to her fellows. They all started mounting their dragons into flight.
"This was fun, but with nothing left to smash, we're done here." The blonde said on her vibrantly colored dragon.
Crude language was thrown at the knights as the Vikings flew away.
"WAIT, YE COWARDS!" It was Sir Ivan, and his newest invention. A catapult-like device that threw six huge swords in the form of darts at the Vikings on their Dragons.
The Viking's dragons avoided them, but got pissed. The blonde-girl flew towards the old knight, her dragon swatted some spikes from her tail at him.
"I have a thing for inventors; but not when they're rudely attacking from the back!" She screamed, her dragon blasting a fireball at the invention. It didn't survive.
"Older but not wiser." The chicken-like dragon said before departing with the others.