(A/N: The following chapter has Mikekolt committing some absolute and explicitly violent criminal actions that might not sit well with you readers, they will most definitely and likely get someone their very own reserved place on the Archipelago's Most Wanted if anyone decided to do what he does here. As a matter of fact they're so horrible that the Chieftains of various tribes will not even address them publicly nor privately, some of these acts are based on missions from the GTA Series such as Liberty City Stories and San Andreas for example as you're about to find out when you read this. Enjoy)
HOW TO DECONSTRUCT A VIKING'S MORALITY
The rays from the sun in the sky peaked through the storm heavy clouds and bathed onto the deep rocky and lushful swamp as inside of the verdant and untamed meadows of the valley where the overgrown vines were found on the overhung cliff entrance, being the home to the Tomb of Fallen Night Furies but mostly staying outside from the entrance as they were training together with the newly tamed Tuskfang; who was getting to know his rider and his comrades much better. Mikekolt had finished his new multi-purpose tactical blacksmith armor that Katetiburon called it while he simply named it his Bravo Resistance armor, being that while Axethor always thought of having an Auxiliary team of his own; he preferred to act like the final resort as he was always more of an backup team than a main team. It was about time he found something new to wear since he's getting very serious now
There was nothing left of a few minor traits that were kept by him as he continued to wear his black diagonal downward ribbed undershirt with the sleeves now having a chessboard diamond pattern that were a dark moss and rifle green color that were of course raised, still wearing his seasonal oak leaf sweater under his new suit of clothing Hedgelout helped made since it was an family treasure that he's worn since he was a child and sparred with Breyerkolt before he was taken and rescued by him. His trademark whitetail deer vest was now layered with metallic brushed golden bronze and dark chocolate brown scales, featuring snow and ivory white spots for the whitetail fawn spots seen when they're young; and of course still keeping the rearing back horses that now had long flowing mane curving down and back in the wind, with the pawprints now twice as bigger than before as they shoned brilliantly in the sunlight rays that bathed him and not to mention the furry edges looking like long fur quills from an Volcanripper. Now the rest of his tactical blacksmith armor featured this:
His mouth and nose covering cowl featured a perforated hole pattern with some bronze snap on buttons that were a dark brushed golden color that featured a tribal Sigma letter engraved and found on both the top to bottom of the diagonal corner ridges, allowing him to breath as well as drink but also allow him to escape drowning underwater and choking on any gasses that were poisonous and even would knock him out cold. He continued to wear his razor bladed collar around his throat that now sported pyramid studded spikes to add some diversity in his new clothing. He wore a very dark long sleeved eminent bronze and saguaro olive green tunic that featured spider black and pyramid spiked wrappings up to his elbow, with a very dark revenna and messina brown colored leather vest like armor above that was very strong thanks to being layered in between with some thin Volcanripper Metal plating that was flexible. He wore an gambeson over his armor with some layered scales featuring two pyramid spike straps as the narrowed v-neck revealed half of his upperchest, but still protected him otherwise; with a stack of five diagonal upward edged trapezoid pieces on both sides on his stomach that looked like abs but were plated against the soft perforated holed fabric that was soft to the touch and cushioned for any dangerous impact
He now had new twin layered beaked shoulder guards based of Breyerkolt's as they were twice as large than before, with the razor blades on both sides not only featuring square shaped serrations but with some small metal blade tipped tusks from Tuskfang found on the lower guard; still had the same roaring jackal with bloody slobber but with the bronze armored ram horns now having two crescent curved tips, while the shoulder guards themselves were strapped on across his upperchest. There were two thick pyramid spike studded belt straps across the front of his chest and dual downward belt straps on his upper chest that were diagonally going downwards towards the double rider jacket flaps that also had the bronze Sigma engraved buttons, going outwards and slightly bending over to the sides like his plated collar. He had an heavily plated v-neck collar that was very closed around his neck and slightly bent outwards all around to the sides as they covered half of his cheeks and side tips of his mouth, but did not get in the way of the razor bladed collar on his throat. His back was covered and heavily plated more than well for defense against being stabbed with an weapon and shot with an projectile, he had vertical ribbed bicep guards that looked like they were diagonally slanted outwards as they both went around the sides of his arms; with upwards pointed heavily scuffed boots that looked identical but not only had pyramid spike straps for the lashings all around his ankles, but also some metal tips that featured some Dragon talons for stabbing power
Of course he wore armor atop of an seamless diamond pattern while being heavily plated along with his pyramid spike studs that along with anything that involved Volcanripper Metal, were a unique brushed and metallic golden bronze color. Not only did he had twin segmented belts on his waist spaced out in between, but featured foxtail chainmail that was both a very dark brushed and metallic golden bronze color; also sporting a very dark crimson and very deep maroon darkblood tint that could be seen in the sun. His pants while still having the thick vertical stripe pattern had chainmail layered above it and two dangling square linked belts coming from below the main belt he wore, having his crest featured; while his battleskirt now had an very dark spider-web texture that blended into the usual treebark camouflage he wore, now going down to the talus section of his leg all while having some scales for extra protection. Finally, as mentioned before there was nothing left of very few traits that he kept as he wouldn't feel right without them; being that he wanted to be prepared at all times even if he gets his ass kicked, for now he wasn't packing heavy unless he's going up against the Marauders because they do not play nice with warriors like him
Katetiburon walked through the jungle swamp like environment of where Mikekolt's Lair was supposedly built on the second highest bluff where it was secluded from view of those who would approach the island with malicious intentions, she was fuming out smoke no thanks to what happened during her day in the life of gathering intel on their enemies in this time of a hostile takeover of the Archipelago that's breaking out; and in times like these it's enough to make anybody take out their frustration on the innocent. It was clear that she dealt with the Dragonroot Company and he dealt with the Marauders as both of them gathered intel about what they're planning, especially about the weapons they're developing since they've gotten their hands on a boost of arrow supplies and other such weapons because this war started when Ryker attacked his island and captured Stormfly. Their purpose was made clear to them and Drayko's not going to take that lightly because he's not going to let them live on to poach for their selfish desires, nor their money as he could care less about their business; everyone will be gone but if that happens then Drayko's not going to let them find out wherever these Dragons came from, she may be curious but she's not willing to disrespect his orders not to look for their ancestral home. She walked through the path and led to the secluded valley to find Mikekolt's team that he liked to call his: "Bravo Resistance" training
She approached on the scene when Tuskfang stopped to see her, getting stroked by her hand under his chin as he let out a purring sound of comfort; which caught his attention when he turned to find her: "Give it to me bluntly, you think I dress like a god damn hooker?" She asked with a irritated tone in her voice as Mikekolt gripped his tomahawk
"The hell's going on with you Katetiburon? Being pissed as shit ain't your style at all" Mikekolt felt that someone was disrespecting her and it turned out to be true
"Those Vikings constructing an village keep hitting on and harassing me, telling me that I look like a hooker who's better off being abused by an clown prince of crime; they're were laughing the whole way through, damn pigs. I'm going to need some weapons to tell them to knock it the hell off the hard way!" Katetiburon told him as she began to leave to head to his Lair but Mikekolt stopped her
"I'll deal with them myself since I'm plannin on gettin' some new land, if it ain't small that is" Mikekolt flipped his tomahawk in a spiral motion before preparing to leave when she told him this information
"It's a small rock that's not worth it, they're building a village for an nomadic tribe to have a home here in the Archipelago" She quickly stated as he turned to face her and growled
"Then that island will be their burial ground, Dustscorcher; you're with me on this one!" Mikekolt called over to the Bullrougher who got down low for him to climb up onto his back, taking off afterwards as the rest were left to comfort Katetiburon who was not sad; she was having enough of the sexual harassment but when it happened to her, it was rare and very far in between. Mikekolt's bound to take it too far however when someone messes with those he's close to and when that happens, an shadow of evil will consume him
The nearby construction Vikings who were proceeding to build their village on the island that was not worth taking for his own remained unaware of the situation that was coming, it's big enough for the two of them to hide and plan their little assault for harassing Katetiburon by calling her a hooker. His evil shadow took over as it was mentioned before that not only does it come out from being alone in times of despair but also to when those who'd dared to have the balls to insult his family or his friends. It was this silent snake personality whose actions and judgement for his morals meant little to him, they insulted his friend Katetiburon who is a formidable shieldmaiden and he's not going to deny her retribution for harassment; while she's threatening the ones who won't give her the compensation she deserves, he's going to be threatening these people to fucking stop or they'll be buried alive and that's not a threat he's going to hesitate in committing. Thus, he approached them as they turned to face him
"You cut that shit off with her now, dammit!" Mikekolt bluntly stated as the construction Vikings knew who he was talking about, referring to the woman they teased earlier about looking like a hooker
"If she wants to complain then why send you? Hooker need a man to do her business now?" The Viking foreman asked as he and his gang laughed it off, because they find it hypocritical that she could whoop their asses but instead she sends a man of all people to do it for her; can't even send a lady friend who's on par with her. Mikekolt was through with their sexism and after one of them threw their cigarette at him, openly threatened them with this:
"I'm taking all of you out of business and shutting down this project, Dustscorcher; come on out and trample these sexist assholes!" Mikekolt called out as the Bullrougher jumped out from hiding and appeared by his side, with the workers becoming very hostile towards the two of them; especially when he refused to leave. On his orders, Dustscorcher reared back and proceeded to charge into them while Mikekolt went to tear down the work in progress on the village
The construction foreman immediately made a run for it into the portable bathroom that was constructed, with Mikekolt smashing the houses to the ground and even burning it with fires caused by his flaming sword before he ignited some explosive barrels meant for demolition to the older structures that were here before they got started. Dustscorcher trampled all the workers to death while Mikekolt brought down the last of the village, razing it in a burning mess with the dust blowing away afterwards
Mikekolt then found a machine that helped pour in the cement for an steady foundation as he brought it over to an ditch, with Dustscorcher ramming into the portable bathroom that bathed the entire foreman his and the other worker's chunky and liquid shit; where he was kicked and sent not only flying but tumbling into the pit afterwards. His complaints meant nothing to them both as Mikekolt looked down at the foreman who could not get out from the front as the entrance was facing towards the ground, with his fangs baring and his faint pistachio green skin undertone along with his charcoal black veins showing; he ripped the door off and released the cement as it all poured right in filling the ditch as he too got the shovel and began to fill it up with countless amounts of dirt that were heavy pounds right there. The very last thing that was heard from the construction foreman was screams for mercy and death threats against both his family as well as his damn beasts, before being silenced forever as his burial ground was more than six feet underground
Mikekolt who is still under the negative influence of this evil shadow stroked Dustscorcher on his underbelly and under his right thigh, being that both of them were itching during their training in the secluded valley of lushful meadows; he was mostly silent throughout the entire time whenever he entered this phase but now it was time to go ahead and at say something, break out this mask fragment by fragment. Although when he did try he found himself being incapable of speaking mostly because of how his lips were sealed completely, with the few exceptions of some grunts and very quiet breathing that was not close to being audible at all; but when he did speak it was rarely as he remained like this since it's his actions that do the talking for him: "You did more then well... Dustscorcher" His voice was huskier like an sword and axe slowly scraping against the wheel of rock, but being an snake without a tongue made sense as he was more intimidating this way
He mounted onto Dustscorcher and flew off to get back to their training on the island now that they had nothing more to do on this small island, as it was just not worth taking it for himself at all if it ain't what he expected it to look like. They may have been innocent but this is just the beginning of a series of some atrocious acts that he's going to commit, all of them against the wishes of the authorities
HTTYD
DEAD CAPOCOLLO
Burying the construction foreman all because he harassed a woman may have been called an immoral act but this was something that was even worse, as Mikekolt walked to the entrance that led into the Bovarasson household as he proceeded to ask: "Mrs. Bovarsson, you there?" He wanted to know if his best friend was available, he was hoping to give him the extra cash for the Northern Markets he was planning to go to when he was answered by her; but not in the way he wanted to be answered
"There's no Bovarsson for you here no more, Castle! After my son gave you the rewards that the both of you were supposed to our family, my cousin's decided to stop paying his money for our protection; what have you been doing about it exactly? NOTHING! He may be strange and not follow up on his promises, but it takes guts to stand up against a Castlekroftservkhall like your father. I only wish YOU and my son had his cousin's guts!" Axethor's Mother berated and verbally attacked him
"You wish I and Axethor had your cousin's guts? Alright Mrs. Bovarsson, you asked for them you damn old bitch!" Mikekolt spat on the ground afterwards and left on his Zippleback to where her cousin was living. Neither him nor his friend got along with the latter's mother since she wanted him to give up on training his pet Terror, stating that no one loves a man with an Dragon whose as small as his father's penis when he was young; this is why he lives with his father nowadays since he respected his son's decisions he's making
Her cousin on the other hand happened to run an failure of an butchery where his meat products were shit compared to Roachkolt's since he knows what it takes to be a butcher who's true to his customers, though that was not the case for him as Mikekolt landed just outside of the butchery where he found an authority figure inside; he's going to need to bring him to somewhere where he's not coming out alive. He dismounted and approached him, as he greeted him:
"Hey Mikekolt, how you doing; what's going on?" He asked
"You and me are going to have a little talk here, but I like my privacy" Mikekolt stated as he brought him up onto Blood and Bone, flying off in the sky to where an sawmill for woodlogs were; it was an indoor building of course and it looked like it was abandoned
While on their way to the indoor sawmill building her cousin began to talk about where they were going with no response from him, delving into topics such as them still being cool and about the money he owes stating that he just needs time. Although he did ask that if Axethor loved some spicy sausages because he could get him some without a problem at all, none of these topics had driven him in the mood to speak with him; arriving at the building where the two of them dismounted with Mikekolt walking inside of the building as her cousin followed him. Although he looked a little confused about his silence, not knowing about what he was planning about him since his evil shadow didn't stop; it was fueled by committing that act of immorality, this one will just make him look like a serial killer
"What exactly did you want to talk about? Is it the protection money? It is isn't it... Mikekolt?" Her cousin asked as he followed him inside where he couldn't see him anywhere, when he was busy locking the exits before appearing. "We can talk about this right? People just talk enough these days, it's good for you!"
Mikekolt did not say a word at all as he walked towards the saws he was going to use for his mutilation: "I don't feel comfortable here though... Hey, easy there Mikekolt that's the switch for the-!" Her cousin immediately screamed and ran off to hide from the tomahawk insane warrior of the Owl Gut Tribe
Mikekolt slowly walked towards the hiding spot of Axethor's butcher cousin as he will not let him get out of here alive, his tomahawk was drooping near his right thigh as he snuck up from behind him; striking him in the back which was not enough to kill him but was enough to get him out of hiding. He continued this game of sneaking up behind him and striking him in the back with his tomahawk until he was finally incapable of running away, when he broke his arm and dragged him to the meat grinder
Her cousin tried to escape and even held onto several of the many things in the building, but all ended up with him ripping his hands away; until he stupidly tried to hide from him behind the machine. Mikekolt was not amused by any means and instead chopped him in the back of the head, leaving a gash in his brain and killing him instantly; but he was not done just yet as he continued to chop him with the satisfying gut squishing sound ringing out throughout the sawmill. He then took his remains and put him through the grinder afterwards as he was now turned into his new Sicilian style meat, speaking of which he'll just take a piece since he's hungry
God damn that Sicilian style meat was great, finally now that's out of the way all there is left to do is deliver the rest back to the delicatessen; with him getting onto Blood and Bone as he let them both take a piece before flying away with the remains all packed up, flying back to where the deli was as he landed and dismounted. At this point an fellow butcher came to inspect the meat as he approached
"No one's been telling me about this special Sicilian meat delivery, what zoo did we slaughter this time around? There's loads of meat in here, now that's tasty! I'll be happy to take 'em off your hands and it's a good thing that Bernardo ain't here, if he finds out about this there's no telling how bad he'll lose his appetite" The fellow butcher took the remains and headed back inside, those who figured out what happened to the suddenly disappeared Bernardo Bovarsson were immediately dealt with by being blown to pieces by the likes of Blood and Bone
Though it should be mentioned that Mikekolt snagged an piece of Bernardo's remains as he chewed on the cooked meat thanks to his Zippleback's smoke and spark firepower, now it made him feel satisfied in the limelight that the cousin was no more and his remains were now being sold to the unsuspecting customers. He'll go and talk to Axethor about going over to the Northern Markets later on, for now he's gotta tame and take it easy on the atrocious actions he's committing. But there's one problem though: He can't stop because it's making him feel bloodthirsty, if he ever does some things like these again
No it will just fuel his silent snake persona, but he's not willing to back the hell off since he's going to make himself known just how dangerous he is when someone gets in between him and those he's close to. Speaking of which...
HTTYD
LAST NIGHT IN THE WHISPERING CARIBBEAN
The silent snake that was known as Mikekolt could not get enough of all these evil crimes and because of his behavior, his non lethal condition was getting worse by the minute as his hair and face were looking like he was drenched in the rain while his calm expression was looking more terrifying by the fact that the blood of his last victim still remained splintered across his right face. The worst part about this was that he was lightly breathing like he was running in a marathon of sorts, but his lips didn't move at all; regardless he was stroking both of his arms at a slow to medium speed motion like he was cold, which was further proven when he blew some visible frosty air out. Lethalruin flew into the forge to find him sitting at the firepit and trying to stay warm, landing near him as he raised his heated scales and informed him about an Dragon Hunter spy trying to find his Lair since they've been triangulating his flight paths to discover his location; all thanks to Savage's keen observance so that they can assault and take over the Whispering Caribbean
Looking up at that news and having some darkblood colored foam leak out from his sealed army olive green to spider black lips, he got up and called over to Deathstalker as they've got an Dragon Hunter trespassing on their island; the Triple Stryke came over to him without an word to complain about before they both mounted to take off, knowing that he's set up a trap involving something very infamous and hot button. It's not even one that'll be meant for laughs unless if the audience are prisoners, then they surely will laugh at this because it's a traumatizing experience
Deathstalker hid himself in the jungle swamp environment as the Dragon Hunter walked past his hiding place, while Mikekolt had laid out a path in order to lure him by using his greed as his personal weapon; watching as the show sight unveiled itself. The Hunter continued past them until there were pieces of fool's good leading into a trail, following it all the way that led him off the trail and to an pile of what looked like gold ingots stacked together like an pyramid; he would do anything to get his hands on riches and it's his lucky day right here. He got down and began to gather them all, but the last one had slipped out of his hands and he could not keep his grip until it finally fell to the floor after a few instances of him trying to juggle it back into his steady and firm hands. He bent over to pick it back up and wipe the dirt of since it could undermine the value of the mineral he's going to sell, that's not something that Ryker's going to like at all right there. But when he did just that, Mikekolt came from out of nowhere and stabbed his knife directly up into his ass, getting an very painful scream as the the Dragon Hunter was being raped by this cold blooded and remorseless sociopath. It wasn't until he was knocked out thanks to being stung by Deathstalker with all three of his tails, letting the sedative effects kick in as he picked him up back to his Lair; ready to get some information out of him
Mikekolt and Deathstalker returned to their Lair to see Katetiburon having arrived, seeing her have an look of concern on her face; leaving the Triple Stryke to take their trespasser down to the basement for some special treatment while he went to talk with her about why she looks that way. Taking a seat as she began to talk to him
"The chiefs of the Archipelago are going up in arms about your terrorist actions you've done but they have no evidence to support their claim, are you feeling well?" She asked him as he showed no response, still carrying the calm and silent look he's been keeping since he buried the construction foreman; although she did notice some beads of water on his face as well as some splinters of blood on the right side of his cheek. He looked away as he did not reply to her question. "You look like you've become a ghost who's seen some shit, but you don't feel like you're concerned about the consequences; still though, if you don't want to talk then I'm not going to force you. You did bring that Dragon Trapper in so at least take my club with you"
Mikekolt nodded before getting up and heading down to the basement with Katetiburon's club given to him, as he closed the door behind him but not before Deathstalker left to go back upstairs; being snuggled by the woman who always had an soft spot for the ones he tamed. Deep in the basement that was in truth not connected to his Lair but was found elsewhere as he had walked through the long escape tunnel exit, he entered inside to find the Dragon Hunter heavily restrained by the arms and legs; stripped of his upperbody clothes and ready to be broken as some instruments of his torture were laid out for him. These consisted of the following: Heavy Wrench, Electrical Battery, Pliers and Gasoline Cannister
Mikekolt picked up the heavy wrench and walked over to the struggling Dragon Hunter who was moving to the sides: "No, no; my bones aren't strong for that, don't hit me!" His pleas fell on deaf ears as he swung the wrench around in a wheel with one hand before slamming it to his skull, both of his legs and most painworthy being his groin; all of these were the heaviest swings that were enough to kill someone with one fallen swoop of the melee weapon. His screams of agony had him coughing up, he was a coward and although he was trained to resist torture he was not good at it for he was easily pressured by pain
"You want to know about our base, why didn't you ask you silent sociopathic fuck before you lured me in with your treasure and raped me?! I know the location, it's on a island and it's an large outpost; used to be for the Trappers before being abandoned because of the death of Drago Bludvist..." That was all he could say before Mikekolt went back to choosing what to use to persuade him further
He went with an shocking development as he carried the electrical battery powered by the lightning of the Skrills as he took the two wired short batons with him, coming over as the Hunter begged for mercenary: "Not the Skrill battery, my aching heart; don't do this to me!" Mikekolt's cold blooded nature did not stop him from hooking the batons up to his nipples, before he powered up the battery. "Not the clips!"
The Hunter was electrocuted and fried as he told him that he was cooperating when he knew that was not the truth at all, and so he fried him further for lying to him; "Turn them off!" He screamed as he was electrocuted further, the pain becoming too much to bare any longer than before. No longer having control over his bladder as Mikekolt sent a kick across his jaw for making a fuckin' mess on the floor, and he is not down on that at all when he has to clean up someone else's shit. "In the western coast of the Archipelago, weak structured below the fort and we can't afford to let an Whispering Death tunnel through" Mikekolt returned to the desk and decided that it was time for the second worst hellish nightmare of torture that he'll give him
With the pliers in hand he walked over as the Hunter turned away shivering in fear out of just how ruthless he is. "No, no, no, no, no..." Mikekolt grabbed him by the skull and jammed the pliers into his teeth violently, making this as painful as he wanted it to be; slowly twisting the membrane in his gums as they bled out in a very unhealthy amount. He then ripped out with an powerful yank and earned himself an scream before he proceeded to continue the cycle, until he was left with very few teeth left as all that remained were some gaps. However, this made him a bit hard to understand but nevertheless; he was hellbent on getting the things he needed to know about: "I jus' wan' ohh 'et 'da hell outta' 'ere" He began to cry out since he didn't want to stay here anymore, he could care very little as he then persuaded him further by ripping every one of his fingernails off in a very gruesome way with the pliers save for the last one which he decided to take care of with another weapon of his choice
Mikekolt picked up Katetiburon's club and swung it around in a spiral as he made some quick batting swings that knocked out another one of the Hunter's teeth, but also drew some more blood out of his mouth; slamming the club downwards against his skull and uppercutting him in the jaw. "...'here's bloo' comin' fro' my 'outh, I wan' ohh go 'ho!" He continued to cry just as impatience was making itself present, finishing it off with blow to the chest and managing to rip a god damn fingernail off in an very gruesome fashion. Tuskfang even followed him down and decided to threaten him by crushing his skull with his fangs, especially when he impaled his shoulders with his tusks
But oh the god damn lord of hell the fun doesn't end there because Mikekolt gave a sinister smile at this moment, it's time for waterboarding! He picked up the gasoline cannister and flipped him down to his back as he slapped some sticky cloth over his face, proceeding to tip over gallons if not gallons of not only scaulding hot burning oil all over his face; but some very cold water over his entire body that felt like it came from the polar hell regions of the arctic north. The Hunter never stopped screaming nor crying at all during this time as he was drowning to death, but when he couldn't take much more Mikekolt stomped his chest and made him throw up on the floor; to which again made him break his face for making a mess on the floor that he also has to clean up, bringing him back up before stabbing a syringe into him to make sure that he remains consciousness. Now he was ready to start talking as Mikekolt leaned over to hear him:
"It's 'ot 'som 'eavy 'ecurity... lost of us, 'hosing as 'struction men at 'ork; 'ilding a pair of twin towers, 'here 'argh innocents unaware of 'hat 'ere 'eally doin'. Tha' all I 'ave, 'lease 'et me ohhh 'ome now' I 'ont 'ant to die..." The Hunter fully broke down crying in the end as Mikekolt flipped him onto the front before smearing his face in his own piss and puke, all while stabbing and shoving his knife repeatedly up his asshole in a very rapid session; further making his statement clear that he is not going to let him give his superiors this information about where his Lair was located, going as so far as to chopping his back with Tiburonkolt's Tomahawk deeply to inflict even more pain than before. He took his poor broken soul with him outside, but not to his home as he's getting a fate worse than what he thinks after all this hell he's been put through; Tuskfang left afterwards after the waterboarding torture
Like with Bernardo before the Hunter was dragged by the legs as he flipped onto his stomach and tried to escape him as they were heading over to an hole leading outside to an rock face, scratching the ground as he grabbed onto a rock; Mikekolt slowly turned and pulled him away before yanking him back with him, however he still refused to go as he wouldn't stop trying to get away from this sociopathic and apathetic warrior. He grabbed onto the corner of an wall as Mikekolt once again pulled him by his legs and yanked him away, forcibly dragging him along the ground; his screams continued to fall on deaf ears as he was not in the mood to spare him of his life at all. "I 'ant to 'oohhh 'ho..." He didn't want to be an Dragon Hunter anymore by this point, he had such an wonderful life and now he's thrown away everything all in the name of money
Mikekolt was through listening to him as he dragged him up into a standing position where he swung three heavy punches to the left and right before following up with a uppercut on the third, sending an Spartan kick afterwards that had him sent flying backwards; further adding insult to injury when he heavily swung Katetiburon's club with so much power that he actually managed to decapitate the Hunter, although his head was still on by some flesh which made him dangle from the back of his neck. The corpse fell from the rock face tunnel and splashed into the sea, his skin decaying as pieces of it rotted away as the body was carried elsewhere to his final resting place
Mikekolt still felt cold as he breathed out some cold smoke from his mouth, leaving the rock face as he took his glasses hanging from one end of his v-neck and placed them on; with the new information in hand he was ready to commit what he believes is one of the biggest acts of terrorism the Archipelago will ever see and hear. Returning back to his Lair and taking his seat as Tuskfang warmed him with his heated scales, wanting to comfort his new rider since he owed him more than his life; regardless of such claims Mikekolt always told him that he owed him nothing. For as long as they remain as both brothers like Drayko and Toothless, he had nothing to fear and hide from him
He gave a soothing breath of relief as Rainserviper coiled around him, also heating up his scales as it's really the last one he could have before his evil shadow is fueled further, he never had any true moralities to anyone who'd attack but then expect mercy from him as they established earlier that they don't want his god damn mercy; they want his Dragons, nothing more and nothing less because they'll take them away from him by force if he refuses. It's all one mission to him and it looks like now he knows the purpose, his task will end right here
HTTYD
DOWN COME THE TWIN TOWERS IN THE MORNING
In the early morning of the next day Mikekolt awakened from inside his bedroom, shirtless and still the silent snake whose evil shadow would not leave him until this threat against the ones close to him were dealt with. He took his upper tunic and decided that this time around he was going to bring both Rainserviper and Tuskfang with him, the former because he could use his help in tunneling through the weak foundations of the island; while the latter due to melting the fortress to the ground
According to the Hunter he murderously tortured to death he mentioned that there were some innocents on the island, not aware of what they're really planning; they were most likely to be walking about through the site since they are trying to pose as really nice construction workers, wanting them to be given an tour to see what will it become in the future. He could care very little of the innocent lives on board since they are not what matters to him the most. Now then it was time to get going as they're burning out the sunlight they have in the morning, there were more features to his Bravo Resistance armor but they will be explained and shown in a later time; for now he left some breakfast for the Dragons he loved and took off on Rainserviper's back with Tuskfang following close from behind
Following the directions of the Hunter who gave him the information without a fight to put up so easily, they were approaching the abandoned fortress where construction had taken place; the most and easily recognizable feature of this location being the twin towers that were formally outposts situated on the west and east side, the west side featuring a spire on top with an flag blowing in the wind depending on the point of view where it's seen. The rest remained like an abandoned fortress as some of structures were torn down, with the Dragon Hunters stating that the towers were meant for trading like their own Northern Markets since they promised that they'll always have what they're looking for
Mikekolt just shook his head at the blatant lies since they're using this as a base of operations, dumb-asses who decided this idea need to be beaten in a sack against an large tree repeatedly until they're bloodied and broken. They landed atop of a small rock and began to observe the sight in front of him, getting an idea about how they're going to bring down the house with this one
Looking at the twin outpost towers, Mikekolt decided that he's not going to use an bombing glider to take them both out by crashing into them; that's not destructive enough for him to be satisfied and neither is it enough to be sure that the ones he's close to aren't threatened anymore. He then came up with an plan in his mind as he took off onto Tuskfang, deciding to have him lay ruin to the fortress never mind that he accidentally kills any of the innocents who are running away; while he has Rainserviper tunnel below the island and destroy the weak pillar underground that's keeping the island. He jumped off from his back and began to rain some chaos on the fortress against the Dragon Hunters as Tuskfang fired off his Acid Flares, melting whatever he hits with them and Rainserviper dug through the foundation to reach where the core was
Bringing out the Revenant's Talon as he fired off shot after shot of deadly arrows that pierced into each of his attacker's skulls, sending them falling to the ground as he slipped the sniping stock attachment on before heading up to the east tower that was closer to him; fighting his way up the stairs and slicing across his enemies faces with his tomahawk, setting them alight with the Phoenixripper's thick flaring streams found on the bottom vent of the fang pommel
This of course set some of the east tower on fire but as soon as he made it to the top floor, he began to target a few archers and arbalists who tried to attack Tuskfang; taking them out one by one until they were alerted by the sniper to which at that point he had abandoned and left the east tower, taking the shortcut by jumping out through the window on the top. Tuskfang caught him with his talons and flipped him up onto his back, helping him in the process while he fired off another round of Acid Flares that combusted into flames; melting part of the rock with it until they both landed
The reason for the landing was due to the fact that Mikekolt happened to find some dormant explosives lying about and because of his earlier stunt in burning them alive, he was going to end up blowing himself up had he not abandoned his sniping position. But the ground's going to collapse and they're not staying here to be one of the victims, he took Tuskfang with him and ran like hell into the well that led underground; landing on his feet before they all took the sea tunnel that Rainserviper created when he dug into the bottom face of the wall
Mikekolt and his Dragons all ran like hell as the island was exploding and the weak pillar has been destroyed, the surface collapsing below in the tunnels while the fortress was blowing up with smoke rising in the air; the twin outpost towers suffered the worst of it yet as they both came crashing down, killing if not more than just a few innocent villagers from various tribes. As Mikekolt left the island to be consumed in flames and smoke with Rainserviper and Tuskfang, the island finally exploded with one final blow; they have brought down the house at last
Some of the parts of the Dragon Hunter's abandoned fort came down at the same time with a few of the Vikings being crushed underneath the fallen buildings, their parts flying all over the place and ultimately consumed in the fiery inferno. But as the morning sun rose half way with the rays bathing on Mikekolt, the island sunk to the bottom of the sea in chunks to pieces; nothing remained in the end and he reflected on how much he's done. This was enough to not only have him stroke them both lovingly, but also made him speak in the huskier voice that felt like an sword and axe slowly being sharpened to the double cutting edge:
"Now there is nothing for them to threaten us... Rainserviper, Deathstalker, Blood and Bone, Dustscorcher and Tuskfang... thanks; for not going and standing against my actions. This is the main reason... that you should not... threaten me and neither the ones... I'm close to" Each of the hushed sentences of the huskier and gravellier voice was paused with some deep breaths in between. Not to mention he called it hell on his throat whenever he spoke while going through his state of being, as he really just didn't want to talk during times like these
So while they flew on back to their Lair to continue their intel gathering on the Marauders, a surviving Hunter escaped with his life but upon seeing the corpse that was tortured by the same one who blew up and sunk the abandoned fortress; he suffered immediate fright and died because it was so battered and decayed. What happened next? The Chieftains whom were not willing to discuss the terrorist actions received drawn images of what Mikekolt had done, which was drawn in a very graphic depiction as each of these pictures were accurate to the bone. But come on, they were seriously wincing at the fingernails being ripped off by the pliers and getting their teeth ripped out forcibly; that hurts like hell right there
So now that it was clear that Mikekolt was the one committing these terrorist actions, but also seeing that his face did not match his portrait as he had veins and a cold blooded silent snake persona as opposed to his real one; they decided that he was not responsible since this could be an criminal meaning to frame Roachkolt's son, and they went with that as everything leading up to this revelation was closed. There was no use in apprehending the criminal if he is dead, mainly because they examined the bloodstains on these pictures and confirmed that it belonged to a deceased Mikekolt Castlekroftservkhall; whose actually been dead since the end of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock I's time
Mikekolt soon returned back to normal as his evil shadow along with his silent snake persona no longer felt those he's close to were threatened, the first two actions he's committed were done out of spite as Katetiburon was being harassed and Bernado wasn't paying up on the protection money no thanks to his failure of an deli; but his remains were delicious still, he's at least gotta throw up after this because if there's no other way then eating a recently dead victim is alright. If they still live then that's not a option, he did that because it was justified for a good reason; even if he takes things too far
Now that he doesn't have anything else on his mind, he can now begin developing a explosive projectile weapon that uses combustible acid flares all thanks to Tuskfang; he's done with the Deathgripper Venom serum arrows of course but he's going to be making two variations of these projectile weapons: one with Deathgripper acid flares and one with Volcanripper napalm
Oh yeah, now he's getting started right away as he entered the forge and got ready with the plans drawn on the main project board...