Henry stepped outside his house, his mind running over strategies and contingencies. But as soon as he took a look at his street all that left his mind. Five houses down a robot had managed to corner a group of people. They all look terrified as they stood with their backs against a wall. But on the other side of the street, another robot stood, pushing a group of children into a corner. The youngest was crying, the oldest trying to comfort him. In that moment Henry saw red.

He unsheathed his swords from the scabbard on his back and started stalking towards the robot. It must have had a built in sensor because as soon as he had reached a certain distance the robot turned towards him. He watched as the gun mounted on its shoulder repositioned so that it was trained on him.

Henry took a deep breath as he heard the gun start to fire. He watched as the world slowed down around him. In reality, he knew it was him that was speeding up. He watched as the first bullet flew through the air towards him. He reacted by instinct, the sword in his right hand raising up to deflect it. The sword in his left hand rose up in time to deflect the second bullet. He watched each bullet approached, either using a sword to deflect it or dodging if he was able.

Then he started running. Still deflecting the bullets as he ran, he was soon right in front of the robot. Pushing off from the ground with all the strength in his legs he leapt right over the robot, heights unattainable by a normal human. While in the air he swiped at the mounted gun chopping it clean off, sparks flying from the exposed wires. Landing on the ground behind the robot he spun quickly before the machine had a chance to react, plunging both swords through its metal shell. He pulled his swords up inside the machine and twisted before pulling them out. He watched as the giant hunk of metal fell to the ground motionless.

Henry turned to see the four boys who had been cornered staring at him gaping like fish. He rolled his eyes and sheathed his swords before crossing his arms and glaring at them.

"What are you doing outside? Go on, quickly." The three younger boys continued to stare but the oldest clearly understood. He pushed the younger boys and Henry watched until he saw them disappear into a house at the other end of the street.

He heard a metallic sound behind him and grabbed his swords as he turned just in time for the robot that had cornered the adults to start firing at him. He noticed it's much larger size and panicked slightly at the sight of the three extra mounted guns that were preparing to fire on him. He briefly wondered how exactly he was going to get out of this when he heard a whistle fill the air. He smirked. He loved that sound.

The robots sensors obviously picked up the presence of a second threat as a low beeping was heard just seconds before a ball of fire struck the machine blowing it up. A black dragon landed beside Henry and he smiled, scratching its head thankfully.

"Thanks, Toothless," he said with a smile. "Now go on, bud. You stick to the skies while I stay on the ground." The dragon huffed and took to the skies, gone as quick as he came. Henry turned to face the shocked group of people staring at him with wide eyes.

"Go on," he called out to them. "Get inside before more come!" They didn't need to be told twice. They all took off in separate directions down the street, disappearing into different houses. All except for one woman who approached Henry.

"Henry?" she asked, a look of awe on her face.

"Mrs Jones," Henry sighed, thankful that she was ok.

"How did you do that? Where did you learn how to do that?"

"I'll explain everything later, Mrs Jones, but for now, please get inside where I know you're safe."

The woman nodded and with a reassuring smile she jogged off to her house and was soon through the door.

Henry turned wondering if he should head to Astrid's street to see if she was ok when he noticed that a large group of robots were making their way towards him. He sighed, readjusting his grip on his swords, before taking in a deep breath and preparing himself for what was coming.

Once the robots were close enough they opened fire. He had never moved so fast in his life. He stood his ground deflecting the bullets until he noticed a pattern in the robots. Once they had run out of amo, they stopped firing for approximately three seconds to reload. That was plenty of time. He waited until just the right moment before sheathing one sword, keeping the sword in his right hand to deflect the bullets. With his free hand he pulled a dagger hidden in his suit and threw it at the mounted gun on the robot that had stopped to reload. The gun was sliced clean off and the robot stood with no weapon.

Henry repeated the strategy over and over until the robots in front of him were all defenceless. It was then that they began moving forwards. He pulled his second sword out in time to deflect the blow that the first machine tried to deal him. They were trying to hit him, bash him or crush him. He fought hard to keep them off, chopping off an arm here and an arm there, stabbing as many as he could hoping to slice through an important circuit or motherboard.

Then he felt something press against his back. Dread filled his stomach as he realised that one had snook up behind him. He was done for. But then nothing happened and he realised that he was actually fighting back to back with someone. The few glimpses he caught of an axe made him realise that they were Berkian like him.

They both fought back to back until all the robots around them were down. The they both turned around. And stared at each other in shock.

"Henry?!"

"Astrid?!"

"You're Berkian?" she asked him, her axe hanging limp in her hand.

"You're Berkian?" he asked her sheathing his swords on his back and looking at her properly. She wore an armoured red top with armoured brown trousers and a Berkian female warrior's skirt over the top.

"But what about your asthma?" she asked him.

"It was a lie to get out of P.E. I take it that you don't actually have any problems with your back?"

"Also a lie," she admitted. The both looked at each other for a few seconds before the both burst out laughing.

"I can't believe I never knew my best friend was Berkian," Henry said with a grin. "I'm guessing Astrid Thompson isn't you're real name."

"Astrid Hofferson," she smiled.

"Wow," Henry muttered in surprise. "The Hoffersons are a a strong clan." He looked up to see another wave of robots approaching and stopped Astrid just as she was about to speak. "Whatever it is you're about to say, maybe you could save it for later." He pointed behind her and the grip on her axe tightened.

When the wave approached, the two fought side by side. They're complete trust in each other allowing them to fight in perfect sync. They're movements appearing as if they were dancing around each other as they fought. But the numbers were too many.

"There's too many of them, Henry," Astrid panted as he slashed another machine. "What do we do now?"

"Don't worry," Henry replied slicing through another arm. "I have a friend." He then whistled loudly earning a confused glance from Astrid. Soon enough another whistle was heard in answer, this one louder. It was followed by a series of explosions that wiped out the remaining robots around them. Astrid started in awe at the dragon that stood beside Henry, her friend scratching his chin.

"You have a dragon?" she asked amazed. "But only members of Chieftain Clans have dragons."

"Well, my name isn't Henry Smith. It's Henry Haddock."

"But the Haddock clan is the original Chieftain Clan," Astrid muttered, her eyes wide. She looked towards the dragon who was watching her with a curious look on his face. "What's his name?" she asked.

"Toothless," Henry replied with a smile. Astrid reached out and he let her scratch side of his head. Then a scream ripped through the peaceful moment causing the dragon to raise his head and growl. Henry sighed.

"Shall we, Hofferson?" he asked, gesturing to the direction the scream had come from.

"Lead the way, Haddock," Astrid replied.

And with that the three of them took off to help the people of their city as much as they could.