Welp, Chapter 5 is here, and I still want to write to please my crowd, so please, send me your ideas so you have the chance to read what you want.
Also, I still want to hear which story I should write next, so please send me your preference, or I'll release my stories at random.
Now, what makes lemon and lime water less sour? NO LEMONS! Just had to mention it.
Ok, let's delve in...
(Note: I will be introducing fight scene music in this video, their may be more at some point, but this is being added in my mind at the same rate as on this website.)
The Fire's of Revolution Chapter 5: Traversing the Firepit
The two masked riders stood on either side of the the courtyard, weapons raised and ready for the impending conflict. Malek faced the unknown rider, prepared to make the first move.
(Queue Undefeated by Skillet)
The stranger struck first, running forward and swinging downwards with their staff, Malek narrowly dodging it with a sidestep and responding with a spinning back kick to their head. The rider dodged the impact, ducking under his leg and swinging their weapon towards Malek's chest. He blocked the impact with his own blades in a double forearm block.
"You have been training" he stated, a cocky tone noticeable in his voice. "Well I had to, otherwise you would have been more of a challenge" the unknown rider responded, similar in tone. Malek quickly sheathed his right blade, changing it for his hook, latching onto the staff and pulling it forward. As the stranger moved forward, he sheathed his left blade and elbowed their head. The rider staggered aside, disorientated, causing Malek to loosen up "Really? The big talk and then this". The rider simply stood, their head down and their spear held at their side. They suddenly spun their weapon in their hand, moving some form of mechanism in the handle, moving the blades backwards, so when they stopped the weapon, it looked like a double scythe.
"Well, I see you got the upgrade" Malek stated, unsheathing his blades again, but remaining loose. "I'm on your level in gear, so now you have no chance" the unknown rider responded. The rider charged, swinging the scythe forward, Malek dodging it by a hairs breadth. Surprisingly, the staff continued to spin, hooking Malek's neck and pulling him off his feet. Malek spun to the ground "How did you manage that?" he queried. The rider tossed the scythe to their left hand, revealing a bolt-like protrusion on the right palm, as well as a hole in the handle. "A few improvements from here and there" they responded, switching hands again, leading to a clicking sound. "Null friction bolted link, smart, won't stop by itself" Malek responded. The unknown rider flicked their fingers, making the scythe begin to rotate as they moved it around and above them, gaining momentum. This continued, the rider stepping forward with each turn. The scythe had become a blur as the rider violently swung their arm in an arch, using the high speed weapon like a saw blade. It looked as if Malek was about to be shredded on impact.
Malek ran towards the rider, blades by his sides, as two were about to meet with tremendous force. Shockingly, at the last moment, Malek slid under the spinning blade, barely missing its edge. As he slid, Malek kicked one of their legs, knocking the unknown rider off balance. Once he was behind them, Malek swung his leg into their back, causing them to fall onto their stomach. "Svega" (damn) they shouted as they hit the floor, the scythe unclasping from the mechanism and falling some distance away from its owner. Malek slowly stepped towards the rider, kneeling. He placed his left hand on their shoulder and pointed his right blade towards the back of their head "Do you yield, friend?" he asked, tensing his arm on their shoulder and preparing to strike. The Berkians sighed in relief as they saw the two in this position. "Thank the Gods, that was getting nerve racking" Valka stated, gasping and smiling as the stress left her shoulders.
She shouldn't have done so...
The unknown rider groaned before flicking their legs up, wrapping around Malek's arm up to the shoulder, before pulling him over them and landing in a submission hold, their legs over his chest. "Surrender" they stated, their voice confident. "Go chase a speed stinger" Malek answered, drawing his left stinger, which stopped mere inches from their face, making them push the arm down. "I said it once, give up, its over" they repeated, feeling a sense of success. Malek's face slowly grew more strained as the pain gradually increased, the crowd becoming more concerned.
(End music)
"Fine, fine, I yield, now get off my arm, you psycho" he groaned. The unknown rider released his arm and stood up, offering a hand "You never lose that tenacity, do you brother?" "Why would I?" he answered, taking the hand and pulling himself up, before hugging the unknown rider "It's been too long, sister". This one phrase dumbstruck the Berkians. "Sister! You said you were the last of your family!" Snotlout shouted, flabbergasted. "Oh, no, Simala isn't my real sister, its just something we refer to each other as" Malek replied.
Malek removed his mask, revealing a beaming smile. The unknown rider, now revealed to be called Simala, collected her staff and hooked it on her back, before reaching into her hood. She unclasped something in the back of the hood, before pulling off the mask with one hand and dragging down the hood with the other, exposing her unknown face to the Berkians. She was around 20, with long, brown hair tied in a plait, with bright green eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet more of brother Malek's friends, how long have you been aquainted?" She enquired. "Uh, about a day now, you?" Tuffnutt responded in his usual idiotically gormless tone "Most off my life an...wait, What?!" She grabbed Malek by the neck and dragged him away from the group.
(Language Barrier)
"Why on earth did you bring them here?" She angrily questioned. "I trust them, they helped me rescue Seldura and Solaris" he quickly replied. "Why were they outside the Isles?" she enquired. "Like I know, but a warlord got her hands on them and they helped me free them" he returned. "Fine, I'll let them stay, but they don't know the way, do they?" she asked. "No" Malek answered.
(End of language barrier)
The two returned to the group, Malek sighing in relief. The two then noticed their dragons, each snarling and baring its claws at the other, and ran to the sides of the behemoths. "Tilor ceran, Anusazi, tol baronisk" (Calm yourself, Anusazi, just breathe) Malek stated as he stepped in front of the juvenile Bluecrest, trying to relax it. Simala was attempting to do the same. After the pair finally got used to the others presence, they growled in displeasure before turning to face the group, while keeping at least two eyes on their target at all times. "Anusazi and Dravek have never seen eye to eye...to eye?" Malek joked as he walked back to the group "Simala has accepted your presence so please, enjoy yourselves, explore, if you will." The riders looked left and right, taking in their surroundings. The central village was enourmous, around the size of Berk, sprawling with different shops and buildings, each unique. "Well, we have no clue what's where, so we could do with a tour" Astrid suggested, raising her arms. "Well..." Malek was interrupted by Simala "Agreed, I would prefer keeping you all in sight."
The group began to walk through the area, looking at each area, the foreign riders sharing the duty of explaining what was for what and who did this and that, usually going in turns. "This large building is the roost and infirmary, as Scorch-wings have a noticeable mean streak" Malek pointed at a large, almost barn like structure with large open doors and moving platforms. "And on that side is the armory, where we fashion weapons out of anything between iron and dragon materials" Simala added, gesturing at what looked like a larger version of a forge. "This place is magnificent!" Fishlegs gawked as he looked left and right, acting like a child at Snoggletog. "He is facinated with our technology, I just try to live with it" Malek informed Simala. "I see, well, I suppose we can show them afew things, but only in the shops, I refuse to let them into the barracks" Simala responded, remaining stern. "Fine, spoilsport" Malek groaned. Simala approached the group "I have decided that you can have some freedom, so I'll permit you to enter areas as a group, as long as we can see you, ok?" She stated audibly.
Fishlegs immediately rushed into the armory, bolting left and right, examining different objects and wall mounted mechanisms, growing more entranced each second he was staring and muttering. "Oh Thor, I guess we're going in there, then" Hiccup groaned, walking towards the building, his eyes beginning to be caught by many things "Guys, I suggest you look at this stuff" he called over. As the group entered the building, they realized the facility was much larger than expected. The main area was big enough, wide space with several different assembly stations and grindstones.
But on the left side, a section of the stone ground sloped under the rest, revealing an even more expansive open space, sided with forges, racks of components and a central raised table. A man and a woman were in the top level, the man sharpening a large sickle shaped blade while the woman was sat at a desk, assembling an unusual set of gears and connecting them to a sword. "Malvot, Careen" Malek called into the forge, getting the attention of the two, the woman giving him a one arm hug and the man shaking his hand, the pair passing greetings in confusing tongues.
"These two are the head smiths around here, you need any gear, ask them" Malek stated as he broke away from the pair "Now, ask away, they have an understanding of your dialect." Fishlegs immediately began jabbering about this and that, going so fast that you couldn't distinguish a single word, bolting left and right while gesturing at different mounted objects. "Ok, well, I think answering his questions is a lost cause, so, does anyone else want to ask something?" Malek was interrupted as Simala looked through the group, noticing something different. "Where are the twin half wit's?" She asked, getting the others to notice that the Thorston siblings were nowhere to be seen, until a voice could be heard from the floor below, loud and shocked. "Malvot! Sengrida coloshga mon tereska!" (Malvot! There are two phycho's down here!) A man shouted from the lower level, followed by the sounds of metal crashing against the ground. A bald man, around his 40's ran from the lower level, wearing leather trousers and no shirt, showing several black smudges on his body "Ka molosa te marok!" (They're breaking the merchandise!)
"Gods, we need to get them out of there, Now!" Careen shouted as she ran to the lower level, followed closely by Malvot, Simala and Malek, the riders deciding to follow into the sweltering room. The entire room was tinted orange with the red hot furnaces, feeling like a fireworm nest, getting almost everyone in a sweat. The twins were in the corner, playing catch with a small orb. "Svega, they have a blast charge, everyone back up" Malvot stated with shock in his voice, raising his arms and moving backwards. "What's a blast charge?" Snotlout enquired, stepping back. "We use them to light the forges in the winter, its practically dragon fire in a ball" Careen answered, getting more worried by the second "and if that goes off in here, we're all singed." "Ruff, Tuff, please just drop the ball and back away, slowly" Hiccup asked as he tried to get their attention. The two looked away mid throw and the orb struck Ruff's head, hitting the floor. There was a dead silence as the silver object hit the ground "Uh, what are you all so shocked about" Tuff asked. The orb suddenly clicked before making a blowing sound, pushing out air.
Malek was quick to the point, jumping over the raised table, grabbing the device, throwing it into a forge and dropping it's folding metal lid over the gap, holding it down and looking away after. Shortly after, a flash and puff of smoke came from the corners of the lid as the charge exploded, making a slight ping sound. He then lifted the lid, making a cloud of smoke leave the forge. "That...was too close" Malek groaned as he slowly stepped away from the forge. The twins seemed confused, eventually catching up "Hey, why'd you do that? We liked that ball, it was shiny." "Do you realise what would happen if that had detonated while you were playing around?" Malek snapped at the twins. "Detonated, what do you mean?" Tuffnutt questioned, clueless. "That little trinket would have set off and blown you to ash, you Airheads!" He facepalmed, not believing their level of stupidity that existed within the pair. They appeared to not even get that. "I give up" he raised his hands and walked away, refusing to deal with them. "So, do any of you actually have a something that you'd like to see or have made?" Careen asked.
"Not really, Miss Careen" Hiccup answered, beginning to go back to the top level, the rest of the group inevitably following. "No matter, have a look around the workshop" Malvot replied. The twins already looked around, getting ideas that would be no doubt chaotic. Simala and Malek put their weapons on a table to be serviced by Careen, the woman checking the mechanisms. After afew minutes, the weapons were cleared and prepared, as the Berkians continued to look around the area, taking in the odd weapons and contraptions, Hiccup looking at one certain tool. "Miss Careen, I'd like to ask you about this" Hiccup stated, showing a sword with a retracting blade. "Of course, dear" she patted the seat she was on and shuffled over "sit down here please" Hiccup sat down and began discussing the potential of the retraction system with Careen, earning anegmatic and jealous glares from Astrid, who was holding an axe, but not interested. Snotlout was simply looking at a spiked hammer, assessing its overall deadliness. The others were doing similar things, the twins looking at butterfly swords, fishlegs at the whole area.
I'm sorry to do this, my dear followers, but I have lost interest in this fanfic.
Safe to say I will return to it if enough people want it continued, and this is not a signal of my stopping in the fanfic business.
In fact, I was spurred onto this change by having more thoughts on my MHA fanfic.
So this one will be frozen for the time being, and I'm gonna start my MHA one the minute I can get this posted.
Once again, I'm sorry, and I love you all.
See you in my new story, My Hero Academia, the Demons Tale.