Hi Everyone! Hope you are enjoying the beginning of summer, or the lead up to it, depending on where you are! It's just been raining here, which sucks haha, other than one hot day last week. Thank you SO much for the support on the last chapter! It was AMAZING! Here, is the chapter you have all been waiting for, and the longest (and in my personal opinion best), so I won't ramble on too much! Shoutouts:
HttydBellatrxxx- Neither have I! I really like it though, so thought it nice to include it. Sorry this wasn't posted last night, but I may get another up tonight! I'll just have to wait and see xx
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It was the very first time he had ever yelled the battle cry, and it felt good. Felt right. Not only the saying, but what he was doing. Fighting for his village. His people. The heat was radiating off of Inferno as Dragon Hunter and Rider stared one another in the eyes. Drago's might was putting up a great fight, as all of it powered into the axe in his hand, but Hiccup matched it with ease. The rage of the loss of his loved ones and the determination in his mind fuelled him to muster up strength he himself didn't know he had.
After just a few moments, Hiccup shifted the flaming weapon away, making Drago stumble, and swing his axe in the wrong direction. Hiccup then took the opportunity to use his blade to swipe off the killer's false arm. The less opportunities he has, and the less things he can use against me, the better.
Swipe after swipe, Hiccup dodged, spinning as one came very close to disarming him, almost removing his hand in the process. He could hear Toothless roaring back on the docks, but he said nothing, just simply used his free hand to signal that the Alpha should stay put. He had to do this alone. He swished Inferno once again, narrowly missing Drago stomach, which queued Hiccup to swiftly look down at the open wound. Still intact. Nodding his head to the side, he parried another blow, and burned his way through Drago's axe handle. The blade swiftly fell to the floor. Drago stumbled backwards, arm in the air as if in surrender. Hiccup knew something wasn't right. He inched loser, his peg leg clanking against the wood as he did so.
"Okay, okay!" Drago bellowed as he crept backwards. "I surrender!"
"No, you don't," Hiccup said, closing the gap between them even more with every step. "You never surrender, Drago. Either you realised what a worthless man you are which I doubt, or you are going to pull yet another surprise on me," Drago's back slammed against the wall marking the room at the bow of the ship. "And I think we both know what option that's going to be."
Drago laughed, and Hiccup shook his head. This was precisely what he was expecting. A twist. A change. A turn in events. Something to even the playing field, or make sure Hiccup loses. To make sure he winds up dead.
"You know me too well," Drago slammed his fist against the wall, bellowing the same cry he used to control the alpha, and the large, wooden door burst open. Out, came hundreds of soldiers, all fully armed and raring to kill, almost as much as Drago himself. Hiccup questioned how they all managed to fit in that cabin. He pushed the thought out of his mind, as he debated possible ways to defeat them all. It was at this point, normally, that he would have given up, but instead, he riled through his options, weapon raised, determined to fight, even if it was to the death.
Let's do this, he thought.
...
Astrid could see everything going on below her. The troops filing out of the cabin on Drago's ship, one of them stopping to pass a fresh weapon to their master, all the others charging towards Hiccup. It was going to be brutal. He didn't stand a chance.
"Guys!" She yelled to the other riders who took their eyes off of the battle for one moment to listen to what she had to say. "I say we fight our way out of here! Death or Glory!"
"DEATH OR GLORY!" They chanted n return, and their dragons immediately began firing at the Scauldrons and SnapTrappers whom surrounded them, stunning them, and knocking the riders clean off of their backs. The group cried out in celebration as they began the short flight to the docks to help their leader.
Hold on Hiccup, She thought. Just a little longer-
She was interrupted as another wave of flyers blocked their path forwards. They spun around to redirect themselves, but there hovered another wave. Stormfly and the other dragons attempted to fire at them, but each had reached their shot limit.
There was no way to escape. No way to get to Hiccup.
They were well and truly trapped.
...
Everyone was racing towards him. Inferno out in front of him, he ignored the cackles coming from is enemy, and began to work his way through the men attempting to kill him. Smashing a few on the head, they fell to the ground unconscious, and Hiccup raced around the boat, knocking out who he could, and getting out of reach of those he couldn't.
Think, Hiccup. You need a better plan.
Abruptly, a hunter stopped directly in front of him, axe outstretched, and Hiccup had barely a moment to react as he swung it full pelt into what would have been the chief's head, if he hadn't have ducked in the nick of time. His peers were calling out from above him, and Toothless was still roarin not so far behind, but he blocked them all out in his attempts to come up with another clever, Hiccup-y plan, that had a 50/50 chance of going wrong. 50 is better than nothing, He thought, as he shifted to the right avoiding a sword which was aimed right at his neck.
"Of course," he murmured to himself, as he ran towards the stern of the boat. Then, he did the unexpected, and trapped himself in a corner.
"Hiccup! What are you doing?!" He heard Astrid scream, but ignored it. Instead, he used his teeth to pop open the bottom of Inferno, just shortly aster he had extinguished the fire erupting from it. It popped open to reveal multiple cartridges, one of which Hiccup pulled out. He then yanked on the chord attached, and threw it with all his might into the crowd approaching. They looked around in confusion, as a green mist began to erupt from it. Hiccup then re-ignited Inferno, and lunged forward, sticking the flaming blade into the midst of the gas, and bolted backwards, just in time for the entire area to blow up. Screams and shouts erupted from the crowd, until there was silence. As the smoke parts, Hiccup coughed, waving his hand in front of his face in attempts to prevent him from swallowing any more ash. There, lay the remains of Drago's men, half of them at least, who lay on the deck, either unconscious or dead. The rest must have fallen into the sea.
Hiccup was confused as to why the deck was still intact, but passed it off as he assumed that Drago must have made it blast proof, though not fire-resistant.
Drago. Somewhere in his attempts to get rid to his troops, he had forgotten the enemy himself. Speak of the devil, Drago booted Hiccup's prosthetic from under him, and he fell to the ground, face first, with a crash, Inferno clattering to the ground ahead. Swiftly, he rolled over, looking Drago directly in the eye.
"Zippleback Gas," Drago began, walking closer and closer towards him. Hiccup scrambled backwards. "Smart. But not smart enough. You will never outsmart me. Never. Despite all your attempts, Here you are, laying on the ground, unarmed, about to face your inevitable death. There is nothing anyone can do about it. Not you. Not your fiends. Not even your precious Nightfury. Now, you are mine, and mine to kill. After all this time, I will finally be the true Dragon Master, and you will die, not a hero, but a failure. Just the rent you used to be, and always will be. You are nothing, and never have been. And now, I will show everyone just what a failure you are." He raised the new, shiny axe above his head, and began bellowing his signature chat once more. Hiccup winced as he continued to inch backwards, but knew it was no use. This was it. The end. The axe went up and...
...clashed with another blade. The force o this pushed Drago backwards, and Hiccup then kicked the man's legs from under him, in a similar way to what he had done to him previously. Hiccup. Staggered to his feet, weapon raised.
"Be careful where you use the word 'inevitable', because, trust me, I always find a way to pull through," He laughed, as the two began to complete the same intimidate-scramble backwards process, except in opposing roles. "What you failed to realise 'oh so great Dragon Master', is that when stumbling backwards, you led me straight in the direction of a sword, which one of your own men had dropped," He signalled to the guy lying not so far away from them. "Remind me to thank him when he wakes up. Anyway," He continued. "Here is my time to shine. Another thing you failed to see, was that when I fell, Inferno was still lit, meaning when it landed on the ship, it was still in flames, meaning if you look behind you now," Drago turned his head and growled. "You would see that your ship is now in flames, and also that exactly where it fell, there is now a large, gaping hole in your ship, not unlike the one you made in my stomach, meaning all your flyers are knocked out or busy, you have no dragon, unlike me, and your ship is sinking. So," He stopped momentarily to laugh once again. "I could just escape right now, with one simple call to the Alpha over there. But instead, I want to see this, because what you also failed to notice, is that you are scrambling back right towards that flaming hole, which you could fall into at any moment," Drago stopped abruptly, and looked behind. His expression stayed the same, as most Vikings' do in these situations, but his eyes simply expressed terror. "No one threatens my island. No one Kills innocent women and children in attempts to fight there enemy," HE noticed himself quoting his father from back when he live on the edge, prompting him to add: "AND NO ONE KILLS MY FATHER AND THINKS HE CAN GET AWAY WITH IT!" Wit that, Hiccup couldn't take it anymore, so he booted the Viking's side, which was left exposed due to the lack of arm to protect it.
Drago fell into the flames, before collapsing through the hole, and into the sea, never to be seen again.