The Murderous dragon creeped closer to the trio. Its intent was as clear as the blue sky of a Berk morning. Death. To kill those in front of it. Murder, blood, and death! Yes! Yes... It wanted that. The wild dragon flashed its fangs which were soaked in blood. Although it still gleamed in the shine of the moonlight.
Ech was shaking uncontrolably, Dagur who was right next to her was trying desperatly to help Ech collect her courage. It finally worked and she breathed a short sigh of relief. She was glad to have the Deranged boy with her. Yes, he was a Beserker and Yes he was a dragon killer. But perhaphs... If they could get out of this alive Dagur would change. However they were facing a living and breathing Murderous Dragon. They killed just for the sport, that's how they got their name.
"Ech. We have to fight it. It's the only way we will live!" Dagur shouted, He looked around the bone pile and noticed a dead viking with an old sword. He quickly grabbed the hilt, twirled it a few times and pointed it at the dangerous dragon.
"I will die to protect you Ech. I swear that-"
"We are both going to make it back alive! Go back to Berk... and maybe become friends?" Ech said softly she watched the boy, made also kept a careful eye on the dragon. Dagur smiled and nodded.
The wild dragon rushed forward at the girl and slashed at her arm. Ech dodged it swiftly and stumbled slightly. The Murderous dragon noticed and reared forward ready to bite her neck. Luckily Dagur ran towards the dragon and swung his sword on its right arm, leaving a deep gash. A Muderous Dragons armor was weak, since it was an offensive dragon ment for killing it was left with minimum to no armor. The gash from the sword caused the dragon to howl in pain and move stagger backwards.
Ech was not acustomed to fighting with a weapon, but she grabbed a axe with an Outcast symbol on it, but she didn't seem to notice. She firmly placed her hands on the handle of the axe and charged at the wild dragon. The Raptortongue also partaked in the battle. It would occassionally whip it with its tail, slow its movements by its freeze breath, and claws. Sadly the Raptortongue was in bad shape. One of its wings were torn off, an eye missing, and several gashes across its body. It didn't stand a chance against this Muderous dragon.
Without any hesitation the large Muderous dragon gave a swift swing of his claw and slashed the Raptortongue's neck open. Ech gasped in horror as the wounded reptile slowly fell over to the ground with a loud thud. Dagur couldn't believe what he saw, a dragon kill another dragon. He has never witnessed this personally and felt such great sorrow and regret for the dragon that had fallen. His hatred.. His desire to harm and kill dragons like the Raptortongue just vanished.
As if laughing the Murderous dragon tilted his head back to the last two victimes. It gave a grisly smiled as he pressed closer to the two. The dragon was dead, all was left was to kill this weak vikings, it thought. Oh how it LOVED to kill. To spill the blood of its prey, tear the flesh from their bones, smell the fear swimming in their bodies. Taste the essence of Death of another. Oh how it loved that feeling! The dragon opened its mouth, the pungent smell of rotting flesh and blood lingered in the air from its breath. Ech felt like she was going to gag.
Quickly the dragon rushed at them at full speed. It was surprisingly fast for its size. Dagur instinctively pushed Ech away to save her from the dragons grip. Thanks to that the Murder dragon missed, it was now between the two teens. It swung around, the tail hitting Ech in the chest and sending her flying a few feet. The dragon faced Dagur face-to-face hoping to make the boy swell with fear. He did not do so, which angered the dragon. It arched its neck and a rasping sound could be heard inside the throat.
"Watch out! He's going to breathe fire!" Ech warned Dagur who responed expeditiously. He hurled himself into a somersault beneath the dragons belly. Once he was right under the belly he plunged the sword into the dragon. He heard a shrill roar of pain, he pulled out the sword. It was soaked in dragons blood. Dagur fled from the dragon's stomping feet to be near Ech who was watching him tentatively.
"We're doing good Ech. If we keep this up we can ki-" Before he could finish he was swept aside by a large purple tail. Tossing him into a pile of bones which rattled once he landed on them.
"Ech!" He croaked, blood appearing from his mouth. He couldn't stand, but he had to try. Ech was in trouble.
Ech was shaking again. She was facing the Muderous dragon alone and fighting it with an old axe. She had never even lifted an axe, let alone fight with one. The dragon sniffed her, seeing if she would make a worthy meal. It smiled and arched its head back again and thrusted it forward to eat her. Ech screamed, closed her eyes and waited for the large mouth of the dragon to envelope her. She awaited blackness, waited for Death... But she felt nothing. Instead... She smelt a strong smell of chocolate. Opening her eyes slowly she saw... Clovis! But... the Muderous dragon had its mouth wrapped around her dragon. The Snaptrapper lay motionless at her feet, except for a small twitch June produced. The Muderous dragon bit deeper into Clovis's skin, but still no movement. She layed still... Motionless... Dead...