In the Great Hall, night
There is a storm brewing outside.
"Alright. Where did Cosmo go wrong in the ring today?" The recruits and Gobber are seated at a table, eating dinner by the glow of the fire pit.
"I mistimed my summersault. It was slobby. It threw off my reverse tumble." Cosmo said. There are eye rolls from the group.
"Yeah. We noticed." Amy said sarcastically.
Shadow grabs Cosmo's hand, "No, No, you were great. That was so 'Cosmo'."
"She's right, you have to be tough on yourselves." All eyes turn on Miles as he is entering the hall, sheepishly. Gobber glares at him.
"Where did Miles go wrong?" Gobber said while glaring at Miles. Miles tries to take a seat at the table.
"He showed up." Amy said.
"He didn't get eaten." Silver says.
But since the recruits keep closing the gaps. Rolling his eyes, Miles sits at the vacant table next to them.
"He's never where he should be." Cosmo says.
"Thank you, Cosmo." Gobber says while standing up.
"You need to live and breathe this stuff." Gobber says while laying a giant book in the center of the table.
"The Werecreature manual. Everything we know about every werecreature we know of." A rumble of thunder shakes the hall. Rain pours down outside.
"No attacks tonight. Study up." Gobber says as he goes into the storm, leaving the teens staring at the book.
Silver gives the 'you've got to be kidding' look, "Wait, you mean read?"
"While we're still alive?" Amy says.
"Why read words when you can just kill the stuff the words tell you stuff about?" Shadow says.
"Oh! I've read it like, seven times. There's this bee werecreature that shoot venomous stingers at you and there's this other one that hides in the forest for like a week…"
"Yeah, that sounds great. There was a chance I was going to read that…" Silver said.
"But now" Amy says.
Shadow gets up to leave. "You guys read, I'll go kill stuff." The other follow with Knuckles in tow.
"Oh, and there's this other one that has these spines that look like trees…" Cosmo is the last to go.
"So, I guess we'll share"
"Read it." She pushes it toward him and leaves.
"All mine then. Wow, so okay. I'll see you tomorrow." He says as Cosmo leaves and the door slams.
The great hall late at night
Miles opens the massive book while thunder booms outside. The great hall is vacant and dark, but for the few candles he's pulled together. Miles pours through page after page of strange and frightening werecreatures.
"Werecreature classifications. Strike class. Fear class. Mystery class." Miles turns the page.
"Werecroc. This reclusive werecreatuse has a jaw strength of fifteen and has fire power almost as strong as a werecat. When startled, the Werecroc can burn men with just a single breath. Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight." Miles turns the page.
"Weremeleon. This gigantic creature has incredible camouflage skill and is faster than a cheetah. It's can climb anything and grab anyone. Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight." The illustrations seem to take on life on their own, shifting and squirming in the candle light.
"Werebee. Shoots poisonous stingers at its victim. Extremely dangerous." The storm rages against the shuttered window. Miles is startled, but presses on.
"Werebigcat. Even newly born werecreatures can catch a fish." He begins flipping through pages. A blur of werecreatures…
"Werebat. Werearmadillo. The weresquirrel. Weresloth. Werebird. Burns its victims. Buries its victims. Chokes its victims. Turns its victims inside-out. Extremely Dangerous. Extremely Dangerous. Kill on sight. Kill on sight…" Miles finally lands upon the page he's been looking for.
"Werehog." It's blank. No image, save for a few, sparse details.
"Speed unknown. Size unknown. The unholy offspring of chaos and harmony itself. Never engage the werecreature. Your only chance, hide and pray it does not find you." Miles pulls his sketchbook out from his vest and opens it to his drawing of the werehog. He lays it over the book's blank page and considers it.
Deep in the forest dawn. (Just like the movie this area is really foggy.)
A painted werecreature, with a sword run through it. It's the billowing cover of Stoick's wagon. Stoick hovers over the familiar nautical map. His eyes on the uncharted corner, swirling in mist and illustrations of werecreatures.
"I can almost smell them. They're close. Get ready." Stoick raises his gaze to an epic foggy forest, towering from sky to land like a bruised, daunting curtain, beyond which nothing is visible. The five wagons drift alongside it skirting its solid edge, looking for an opening. On the inside of the wagon the crewmen mill nervously, all too aware of what Stoick is considering.
"Take us in." The helmsman steer Stoick wagon into the fog. The men draw their weapons, prepping for the worst.
"Get ready… for Helheim's gate." One of the Viking's says. The first ship disappears into the whiteout, followed by the other four. Suddenly a flash of light. A silhouette of a werecreature. Hollers. Sounds of spitting and shattering wood, Plunges into the water. Another bright flash.
The training grounds – ring – day
"You know, I just happened to notice the book had nothing on Werehogs. Is there another book? Or a sequel? Maybe a little Werehog pamphlet?" KABLAM! A blast takes the axe head off of Miles's hilt, leaving a smoking hole behind him. Miles yelps and runs.
"FOCUS Miles! You're not even trying." The trainees are fighting a werecat, while inside a maze and Gobber calls orders from above.
"Today…is all about attack." The werecat hops from wall to wall, sending the recruits scurrying.
"Werecats are quick and light on their feet. Your job is to be quicker and lighter." The teens move in, stumbling over Miles and his unwieldy shield. The werecat spots Knuckles' ample rear hiding behind a wall. It then shoots fire from its tail and hands. Knuckles screams and lifts an entire wall to shield himself from the fire.
"I'm really beginning to question your teaching methods." Knuckles says.
"Look for its blind spot. Every werecreature has one. Find it, hide in it, and strike."
Amy and Sliver rush in, diving and rolling up to the Werecat's nose. The werecat sniffs the air. It can't see them. Amy and Sliver are smashed together – too close for comfort.
"Do you ever bathe?" Amy whispered to Silver.
"If you don't like it, then just get your own blind spot." Silver said to Amy.
"How about I give you one!" Amy said to Silver. Amy and Silver shove each other, till their movement and noise gave them away. The werecat attacks, snapping at both of them.
"Blind spot? Yes. Deaf spot? Not so much." Miles wander up to Gobber, while the other dart past.
"Hey, so how would one sneak up on a werehog?"
"No one's ever met one and lived to tell the tale. Now get in there."
"I know, I know, but hypothetically…"
"Miles" Cosmo whispers at Miles. She puts her finger to her lips and gestures for him to hide. A moment later, the werecat leaps over the walls surprising them by landing in front of her. Cosmo somersaults into its blind spot, confusing it. She rears back to strike just as Shadow leaps in, protectively sweeping Cosmo behind him.
"Watch out babe. I'll take care of this."
"Hey!" Shadow misses. Cosmo glares at him.
"The sun was in my eyes, Cosmo. What do you want me to do, block out the sun? I could do that, but I don't have time right now!" Shadow says defensively.
The werecat tears off after her, knocking down walls in pursuit. She leaps and dives like a highly-trained gymnast. Miles wanders up to Gobber.
"They probably take the daytime off. Has anyone seen one napping?"
"Miles!" Gobber shouts.
"MILES!" Miles spins around to see the maze walls collapsing like dominos toward him. Cosmo comes flying through the dust and crash-lands on top of him, laying him out in a limb-tangled mess.
"Oooh! Love on the battlefield!" Silver said.
"She could do better." The werecat closes in, emerging through the cloud of dust.
Meanwhile Miles is struggling to get untangled. "Just… let me… why don't you…" The werecat spin around and races back towards them like a raptor. Cosmo untangles herself and tries to pull her axe from Miles's shield which is attached to his limp, gangly arm. She puts her foot on his torso and yanks the axe free still burrowed into the shield. She spins and swings the axe and shield, scoring a direct hit in the incoming werecat's nose. It yelps and scurries off.
"Well done, Cosmo." Gobber leaves to wrestle the werecat back into her cave. Miles gets to his feet and all eyes are on him. He turns to find Cosmo glaring at him, winded.
"Is this some kind of a joke to you? Our parents' war is about to become ours. Figure out which side you're on." Cosmo says to him then she grabs her axe and stomps off. Miles watches, stung.