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"Let's get started!" Vermund shouted. "Let's get to know ourselves a little bit more. It'd be easier to defend each other when we know all the little details of ourselves." Vermund chuckled, "Or harder."
David cleared his throat, "Yea, my name's David. I'm the toughest here, so no one bother to beat me," At that he looks at the group, letting his eyes linger on Kurt. It's no secret that David has something against Kurt, but maybe that's because Kurt was the only one that could beat David up. "My goal in life is to kill 500 dragons…with my face." At that he sat down on the ground and started to pick at his nails with his axe. Men are such pigs sometimes. Except Kurt. He's always perfect.
Rachel raises her hand, "HI! My name's Thorlaug, but I didn't think that sounded feminine enough, so just call me Rachel. But of course you already know that! This is my twin Mike. Well, we're not really twins, we're adopted! Our dads adopted us and we just so happened to be born on the same year and day and hour, so we just call each other the twins, just to be funny since he's clearly not my sibling in any way shape or form. I'm only in dragon training to prepare for my role as a dragon hunter in the play coming up that I wrote, produced, and directed." She took a deep breath, and continued about what her play was supposed to be about, but everyone else just started to tune her out. Mike plopped down next to David and started to play with the rocks. Kurt picked up his hammer and started practicing throwing it (he never missed). Only Vermund seemed to be paying attention. I was hardly even paying attention anymore.
FINALLY, Vermund said, "That sounds beautiful, Rachel…I think? Whose next?"
Vermund looked around at Kurt, Mike, and me, hoping we could stop Rachel from talking ever again and me.
Mike cleared his throat and said, "Ditto." He never really talked much anyways.
Vermund nods at this and turns to me, hoping I'd at least talk. However, it's Kurt that says something first. "I'm Kveldulf. Only call me Kurt behind my back and in your mind, cause like hell I'd trust anybody here to call me that." Kurt said as he threw his hammer one more time, but letting it sit there, "I was born to do this. I even hunted baby dragons when I was little and caught them. Of course my dad wouldn't let me kill them, but I caught a ton of them, that's what counts."
He pauses at this, like daring us to challenge him. My life certainly hasn't been that eventful. I can't even kill a dragon, although I had the chance.
Kurt nods at us and takes out his knife and starts to use it to pick at his fingers. David immediately stopped picking his nails and glared over at Kurt.
"Psh. Like you're really that tough. You're too much of a pretty boy to kill a-"
David never finished that sentence. Kurt jumped at him, holding his knife to his throat. "Maybe last year, when you picked on me like I was red meat, but not this year David. I'm faster, stronger, and smarter than you'll ever be."
All I can think is, "I chose correctly." Then I yelled at myself in my mind. I'm supposed to be attracted to people like Rachel. That's what my dad was telling me anyways. I need to find a GIRL, not a BOY.
Doesn't mean I can't admire his courage, though.
David had frozen at this, then he slowly brings his fist up. And by slowly I mean cracks it against Kurt's skull. Next thing I know, there's an all out fight, where everyone in the group started to punch and pull at each other. (Except Rachel. She was shouting, "THIS WILL GO PERFECT IN MY PLAY!")
This gives me ample opportunity. I sneak out of the arena and start running towards where I had last seen that dragon. When I get there, I see that I had left my knife there on accident. I pick it up, but then also notice that the trees nearby were taken down. I assumed that it was when I had shot the dragon down, but then I notice that they're going in the opposite direction of where he came down.
Hesitantly, I follow the path that the trees made and came to a valley. A valley in the middle of this hole-type thing in the ground. And there was the dragon. He was trying to crawl out of it on the other side.
"Why don't you just..fly away?" I quickly grab my journal out of my vest and start drawing this dragon. As far as I know, nobody has ever drawn a Night Fury. That's when I notice that his tail's damaged. He only has one fin on his tail. Maybe that's why he can't get out.
It's when I made this revelation that I dropped my charcoal stick (I swear they should call it something simpler than that) and it drops into the valley. The dragon then looks up at me, like, "What the hell you doing here?" I decide then that maybe it's a good time to practice my running away like a Viking, and make a hasty retreat.