In 1042, Ingvar the Far-Travelled led a large Viking attack against Persia with a 200 Longship armada. A unsuccessful and fruitless attack that sent their forces being flushed down the shitter

CHAINS OF HOOLIGANS

Based on the 2008 PSP Title "God of War: Chains of Olympus"

Suffering for thirteen years, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III the once beloved son of Stoick and Valka; now known as the Worst Viking on the Isle of Berk had been forced onto a pledge he did not ask for as the "Pride of Berk" by his abusive father. As their so called champion he has been tasked under the Hairy Hooligans Tribe to complete the tasks that require their aid, in return he is not to be rewarded to compensate his various deeds; instead he was ignored with a vicious intent as everyone sane enough knows that is no different from slavery itself. His own reward in return was that he hoped only to rid himself of the servitude towards the Berk Council that had taken a toll on him for far too long

But for now, his only relief, his only respite and solace from his weariness of either doing their requests or being threatened with exile was found not just in the time spent at his beloved and secret Cove that was the foundation of him and his Night Fury; but is found in the heat of battle that had his blood coursing through his veins. Finally, he had the one gold shining opportunity to be going out in the conflict aiding his tribe

And on this day, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III had been summoned by the council to confront a unthinkable evil, unleashed on the island of Berk and it's neighboring Meathead Tribe by the Persian Army of Oarzlrikhoung. Here, he will be taken to his limits with the adventure that waits for him as he will be forced to make the greatest sacrifice when it comes to what he wants over the will of others

Hiccup stood before the cliff from the shores of Berk at thirteen years old having his birthday be celebrated by Gobber at the forge, who is always doing so when his father was busy with those duties of his and since his mother was abducted that night long ago. A beautiful morning dawn of sunlight set forth in the dark storm clouds that were being sent back, having a light flesh skin color in the distance with splintering white clouds in the distance that were being pierced by the sunlight. Behind him was a defensive wall that was in the process of being constructed, with a few vertical Hooligans banners that blew in the upward drafts of the wind standing atop of the furthest square border with it's top being curved up and outward with a medium sized tile atop of it where the banner stood. It went on behind him for two full squares until it was bordered off by another square border, the railing on his side also stood up high with a horizontal bar that slashed it's way across the bottom to form a rectangle underneath them and a slightly narrower square that had a diagonal slash on the upper part of the railing; cutting downward to the other side. The furthest side on his right also had a banner that blew in the wind while the entire floor is a stone rooftop, having a outlined tiled square in the middle that nearly met the borders and had a ballista at his frontal left corner

All around himself were bandages that he had been wearing as his clothes were more of the same when he was first sentenced to this pledge of being their champion when he had no say in defending his actions, this time however he had a red and white shield on his back acting more like defense for his back. His boots had been worn down so much that he had to wear strapped sandals that were plated to guard both of his feet from being damaged, stained in blood he had been due to the beatings he's been receiving but it was also from the amount of tasks and the limited treatments he's been attending to from Gothi out of the caution that he might die if he continues to push himself forward. He used his blood as warpaint with hands smearing down his eyes, wrapping around both his shoulders to his arms before drying up into a dark maroon red color; creating a bleeding Night Fury-esque tattoo on him. He was not alone however, he's being assisted with fifteen Hairy Hooligans as three of them were at the frontal walls and the rest were readied to fight alongside him. The Persians were a bigger threat than he was, and it looks like they need to work together

A fleet of reinforced Persian Triremes armed with stone catapults and deadly ballistas rained all forces on their siege to not only Berk but the surrounding islands themselves in particular, one of them that faced the northwest flank of the Hooligans ballista forward toward the beach cliff's outpost tower that had two round cylindrical towers on the front corners had set fire onto the boulder, loading the inner shell with explosive substances from the Far East before launching the wheel operated tri-armed and bucket catapults; the three boulders being launched all at the same time with the two sides breaking off into different directions. The middle's coming down on top of the beach cliff outpost as Hiccup looked up with the rest of the Vikings forming a kind of phalanx formation invented by the Spartans. He dodged the attack by leaping backwards, to live another day but the Vikings that were sent to aid him were all dead from the resulting explosion as if the Gods hated him too. But as he recovered the wall behind him was starting to suffer a bit of heavy damage and the battle was only just beginning for him, as ladders were lifted up and a group of Persian Warriors came up to confront the surviving champion runt before them

Persian Warriors were skinny but daunting, adorning turban helmets originating and taken from India while having teal blue chainmail that went up around the back of their heads; stopping at their ears with a spike adorned cap on top to intimidate their foes. Sleeveless lamellar armor as it was made of iron featuring teal blue obis that went around them, iron plated boots also with sandals that exposed their feet and bracers on their arms with light grey bandages underneath them. Wielding khopeshes from the dune seas of Egypt with oval shaped edge studded Dipylon shields serving as their defense, all made from silver iron with a thick stripe around the shields and a medium sized round boss at the middle; two round scoops on the sides shaped like a kind of crescent. Persian Archers lacked the bracers but wielded strong longbows with barbed iron arrows as the former was carved from the branches of great camelthorn trees, not to be broken so easily and the arrows themselves are sharpened at the very tip for extra piercing power and speed to strike their opponents down; coated in turpentine to burn for a long time and at last it was barbed with a few miniature curving blades on the sides for extra pain in removing. Able to be reused for a few more times until it became blunt, oxidized by the blood of their enemies and a few pieces of the arrowhead were chipped. Not hard to guess that these Persians were from the Middle East or at least the naval variations as the real ones are not to be trusted in underestimating. Finally, these Persians not only had the sunkissed skin that gave them as well as all fellow middle eastern natives an kind of royal to banana yellow undertone; but their hair consisted of ducktails and extended goatee beards with the King having a large, long, bushy and braided but at the same time unkempt beard

One of the Persian Warriors began to taunt him by banging on the oval shaped diplyon shield in the Farsi language: "این مهاجم وحشی غیرمتمدن دریاهای سرد قطب شمال را در خون او غرق کنید (Drown this savage uncivilized raider of the cold arctic seas in his blood!)" Pointing his khopesh toward the runt that was Hiccup, ordering his fellow comrades as all of them circled around him trotting to the sides like a horse and strafing around him

Hiccup launched his chained blade forward, swinging it around him like a flail as he then sliced one's shoulder and swung the other one to hit their exposed collarbone; drawing blood on the blade that came flying back to his hands when he struck either of them with his blades one at a time. He snapped them forward onto the third one to grapple at his neck, stabbing him directly in the chest three times with the third stab penetrating him through before kicking the corpse off the cliff. He had to deal with the rest of these Persians by spinning around in a cyclone that cut some of their throats, their knees and as the edges are sharpened to their max, their chests that cut through their lamellar armor. The blades themselves were like lifting weights so it is all the more reason that they both could cut through their armor, dead bodies were dropping right before him when the next attack happened from out in the shorelines

A Persian Trireme finished loading up their ballista as the commander gave out a order to the men on board: "به دستور من: هدف برج پاسگاه را بگیرید ، شلیک سوزان را به سرعت بارگیری کنید. چهارراه را به صورت عمودی صاف کنید... آتش (On my command: aim for the outpost tower, load the burning shot quickly; straighten the crossbar vertically... FIRE!)"

Their burning hot ballista bolt that used the Byzantine's Greek Fire vases was sent sailing where it closed on in the position of where the beach cliff's outpost was, striking against the left corner as some stone collapsed to the shoreline into bricks with the sunlight peaking into the interior of the outpost where it's doors were closed shut. A dying Hooligan commander that went under the name of Halfdan Ragnarsson crawled his way over to the ballista with his arm to limp over toward the one line of defense they had on their side

"I must... return... fire!" Ragnarsson reached his hand up before he collapsed, dead from his injuries and from being stabbed by a Persian Warrior that slashed him downward to the left as blood began to stream into a puddle next to his corpse

Hiccup looked over to see the dead Hooligan that thought he could fool him into thinking that he was the son of one of the three famous known warriors of this realm, finding out that he was attempting to reach the ballista in order to return fire to the Persian armada out at the coastal shoreline; he took out the Persian Warrior first by slashing against his throat to disarm him and then stabbed him a bit at the jaw, before he ripped his head off with a thrust upward with both arms that sent his headless corpse to the floor. Looking ahead he saw the trireme that had caused that tremor earlier on the beach cliff

Persian Triremes were hoisted with three black and teal blue vertical stripped sails that held the golden fire atar cauldron with their faravahar spanning out it's wings atop the flames, their dual masts were coiled upwards around the left side with a inverted rolo shaped cap on top; having a pair of speartipped staves that curved upward with two ropes that held the sails on the sides and two more at the front to back sides of the bowsprit to the stern. The bowsprit figurehead was their signature simurgh bird with two little ones at it's sides, the front one was raised high and mighty while the stern curved up and inward to itself; adorned with round spherical bulbs studded with six tall but slightly thin dog collar like spikes. Their sails also had a pair of winged lions on the sides raising their left to right paws respectively on either side towards the fiery atar cauldron with the faravahar on top. Their frontal standing paws adorned swords with the shining heraldry faced sun in the background and a golden laurel surrounding the entire crest on the bottom, oh and the swords were also diagonally slanted downward and crossed each other like a coat of arms. Their frontal sails were a smaller square and the dorsal sails were both at a bigger size, allowing for some extra speed when sailing in the seas of the Middle East

Giving off an expression that had his lower lips fold into itself with his eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowing and his head tilting to the side; he aimed the ballista toward the closest trireme on a turntable that this ballista was loaded onto. Taking the handle that he brought backwards with both his arms before he turned it vertical, all locked into place before he released the lever to send the ballista bolt spearing towards the captain's quarters below deck; striking the Persian vessel as the blast caused it to crack and splinter into two halves that sunk all the while it began to catch on fire. Burning the sails like the atar on the front told the others, the crewmates had jumped overboard while the commander was killed on sight when the bolt pinned him directly to the captain's quarters that struck the pressure points; the strain becoming too overwhelming to endure as the entire vessel was split into half, masts crashing on nearby ships before burning down into a shipwreck on the shoreline. But at that moment the Persians strike back with an onslaught of catapult and ballista attacks on the beach cliff outpost, breaking a hole to where a ladder was

"Thanks for the opening!" Hiccup called out to them, drowned out by the siege that went on in the background with booming tremors occurring elsewhere in the village. He then jumped down into the beach cliff outpost tower found on the right side of the island

Landing down onto the floor of the inside he found a few more Persian Warriors with a few of his own tribe being slain, the foreign attackers turned their attention over to him as he ran up to each of the three with him slashing upward across one that flew it's corpse spiraling over to the floor; slamming his other chained blade down on the second one before stabbing through the third, slashing upward before the warrior fell with his chest up to the head being split into half. He threw both his blades forward to stab into the warrior before he leapt ahead, kicking it up against the wall to break it's neck before he stabbed his chained blade into the ceiling. Swinging around in a circle with his other blade going limp to cut down the few more reinforcements that were coming into the scene, spinning the other one like a buzzsaw that cut the attackers down with a few swipes to the throat and two actually got decapitated before he dropped down and crashed into the boxes; he was still spinning at that time, not only that but he got dazed when he crashed himself

"Ooof... that was intense, I better get across the shoreline and find Gobber quick; gotta' tell him the weakness I found in their triremes" He started to stand back up again, muttering to himself about the weakness he found in the captain's quarters

Shaking off the dizziness he made his way over to the doors that he started to open, but instead was smashed open while he was thrown off to the side; a hostile Deadly Nadder that willingly served the Persians squawked at him, armed with a pillar chained to her acting like a bludgeon for her to smash with after being trained to use it. She swung it to the side with Hiccup dodging and tried to sweep him off his feet with she slid one of her legs underneath him which had him jump to avoid; angering the bipedal dragon as she stomped on the floor a few times using her own talon as she threw a tantrum. She threw the spiked cap ended pillar down onto him which he used his birthmark's strength to keep it from crushing him at bay, taking the pyramid shaped spikes that were large enough for him to grip his hands around; he was forced onto his knees as such but he started to slowly, but surely stand back up again where strained himself to throw it off overhead. Throwing a second tantrum with both her talons stomping the ground, she raised her tail that sprouted spikes she was ready to throw but was suddenly interrupted by a war elephant that busted into the room; it looked at her before throwing the Deadly Nadder off to the side, wanting to take care of the runt rather than her. She managed to escape to deal with him outside but for now, Hiccup took his chained blades out to do battle

This war elephant was of the African species who was adorned with armor that gave it's usually shortened tusks sharp serrated bowie knife like blades to stab when running forwards toward enemy lines, their feet was wrapped in fur with black hoof like sandals that had extra weights in them for trampling to death as well as to make them appear taller than normal; their frontal feet were weaponized with tall cylindrical tubes that were adorned in pyramid shaped spikes like a kanabo club for bashing and breaking bones. Their trunks had a blade that extended out in front to swing against it's enemies, their armor consisted of a battleskirt around it's rear end as well as having a chestplate for the front side. Atop of it's back it carried a merlon-embrasure square shaped viewing palanquin also adorned with swinging pendulum axes on it's sides and as they swing forward, they were given chained three-way heavy ball flail to swing around when it reared backwards to smack across the victims that were in it's way. Finally, though this was an actual animal that's being tortured even by warfare standards; this juggernaut was driven to it's starvation as it was fed little and provoked greatly, though it remains weak to fight against the will of the King of Persia who had his own that was more colorful and royal looking thanks to it's spoiled riches that it carried within it

Having sucked up some hot water in it's trunk, the juggernaut war elephant attacked first when it spotted Hiccup bringing out his chained blades to attack; raising it's foot to stomp him which caused a tremor inside. This runt that he was always perceived as started to swipe across near it's eyes with his blades, cutting it's trunk before he slammed both of his blades down at once to throw it off balance. Though it was proven to be futile as the juggernaut war elephant blasted him with a spray of hot water that drenched him, leaving trails of steam that burned his skin but ignoring his physical pain in order to focus on killing this usually gentle giant that's turned to an aggressive beast that must be brought down to move on ahead. When it started to stomp both of it's frontal feet one at a time to create a tremor so that he could be shaken off balance, this boy wasn't having it as he took it's right foot underneath him; stabbing his chained blade right into it's sole. Now crippled on it's right, it tried to smack him with it's trunk as he was sent flying up against the right wall when he was struck with the three-way flails; recovering as he lost an bit of blood that was coming down his nose he wasn't waiting to die. He ran back and slid under it's left foot when it continued to stomp, stabbing it's sole deeply again to cripple it

The juggernaut war elephant fell to the ground with both frontal feet laying on their sides as it was doomed, but once again Hiccup became exposed to the hot water that burned him with it's trunk; using the rest of it's reserves as a last resort attack. Only then did it start to blow out it's trunk into the air as a way to call for help, Hiccup jumped up in front of the elephant to cut it's trunk in half with his chained blade. Holy shit that was brutal, but holy hell that was badass to do something like that! Bleeding profusely with it's frontal weapons gone, the war elephant had then tried throwing him off using it's bladed tusks to slash him upward; launching against the wall. So once again he did a few light swipes with his blades one-by-one before going heavy on the war elephant's cheeks, chopping a portion into the tusk where he then stomped on it and then it fell off after snapping; looking at the protruding exit of the tusk he got the idea but the war elephant appeared to be intelligent as it realized what he planned to do. Constricting him as it started to stand back up with the rest of it's trunk, the juggernaut war elephant tried with all it's might crush the boy in it's grasp; before Hiccup swung both of his legs back and forth to gain momentum, and with that he kicked it's mouth to free himself and threw his chained blade into the tusk's inner core to stab the root of it's growth. Causing total dominating but extremely graphic pain to the crippled giant of Africa, he slammed it's head down to the floor; weakened at last so he can kill it

"No way out, I can see that you're pretending to have your head stuck in the doorway. So I have just the thing to get you out of there, sit tight and mind your head because this might give you a splitting headache" He cracked his knuckles as he went, joking to him that his might kill him if it doesn't make him stronger

Birthmark feeding him strength he swung both of his chained blades against it's head, slamming to the left and to the right when it started attacking again disregarding it's injuries; stomping at him with it's right foot that he dodged two times over to the left, throwing his blades up to it's raised foot before throwing it back down. Stabbing it's leg in which he struck a nerve literally, the war elephant brought itself back out as Hiccup threw both chained blades up to the ceiling when it tried to ram him with it's blade adorned tusk and head; holding himself before dropping down to stab it's forehead where he then jumped off. With that it fell to the left side, breathing lowly as it can't take another breath in it's lungs and felt too tired to continue; Hiccup was using his built up rage towards his father and his tribe within him to execute this animal, hence why he was being so brutal towards the usually gentle giant of the serengeti. Looking back toward the spiked cap pillar, he took it by the bottom of it's naked shaft before stabbing both blades in to allow the chains to limp in the air dangling to the sides while he backed up; yanking it hard to have it slide behind him before he snapped both his arms downward where the blunt and thick spiked pillar which was more of a battering ram come to think of it smashed on top of the war elephant's head, not only blinding it but fatally crushing it's brain as the beast fell dead

Heaving at the effort it took for him to kill the war elephant, he came to realize that the Persian Army was not to be underestimated in this siege against Berk; especially since they're bringing in actual animals that are bred for war to kill their opponents. Ripping open the forehead, the runt took out a piece of raw meat to eat as he didn't have anything for breakfast; the raw blood streaming down his jaw to his neck while breaking up into various lines onto his chest, thinner and thinner until they dripped to the floor. Now that he was feeling better, time to move onto the shoreline and finally because it's about time; the hot burns were driving him insane because he was getting sweaty here. He immediately ran to the waters to douse himself in, rolling in the ocean waters to soothe his burns before he was wet enough to feel cold; droplets running down his back when he stood back up to see all of the shores before him. Because the Hairy Hooligans had the foresight to barricade the village behind the imposing gates leading into the village, the Persians would be unable to attack at the front in order to break in with their battering rams; nor will they in return be able to aim their catapults at a good range to bypass the battlement walls overhead. But in order to get in the village then he'll have to use that battering ram that's being pushed through the beaches to break through the gates up front, and open the doors for the Persians to get in and kill the Vikings inside who were dealing with the ones that broke through; some of them used hooks to grapple over the walls and climb up so what's there to be worried about now? He'll only be bringing in reinforcements from the other side to their enemies and doom Berk, nothing bad will happen or come out of that he thought. He needs to get into the village too to go and tell Gobber about the triremes weak spots at the captain's quarters, that's all

The towers that were next to the small gates on either side of the left and right stood taller than the front barricaded doors that were in the middle, armed with catapults on the top as well as sporting the plated crest of the Hairy Hooligans Tribe; to be specific it was the tower based ones that were going to be used to crack open the dried volcanic lava wall of the Bane of Queens, the Red Death's nest in the far future but for now they acted as a defense against the swarming triremes of the Persian Army leading a siege to convert the Norse religion into Zoroastrianism. All four corners were raised a little with vertical rectangular edges, having an horizontal edge across below the capped off turret which then had three outward facing bars spaced out in between with a similar rectangular shaped gap; two raised and outward facing horizontal edges like a two-step staircase that also has six vertical bars with a overarching top on each of them, same goes for the merlon-embrasure based edges with three on all highest edges that went around the square top. Two of the rectangular bar bordered edges raised up high to form that horizontal rectangular shaped gap in between all three of the sides, frontal ones on the left to right sides below were raised outwards too as both of the front corners at least had a vertical flowing banner with the catapults behind them; loaded with a trio of fiery wide spreading boulders sent out to destroy the Persian triremes out on the coastal borders. There were three rectangular shaped vertical windows that had the sunlight peak in through them and a outward facing horizontal bar that stuck out for a larger banner to droop from, but considering that this was all part of a shoreline fortress and this as well as the following piece of architecture was based off that from the city of Attica; it's expected that this is coincidental in terms of architectural appearance created by the combined resources of the two tribes that were battling the Persians, the Hairy Hooligans and the Meatheads themselves. The tall and Attica based battlement walls going across to block off all outer forces had the same outward dual step staircase horizontal edge going across the bottom, forming eight vertical rectangles that were bordered off by a square shaped border in between each one; four of them were all smooth while the inner three of the left to the center to the right sides had the arches at the top, dual slit windows to up and inward slanted merlons in between the embrasures of this battlement wall created for the defense of this siege. The taller square shaped towers from either side had a horizontal edge on the top to bottom sides, smoothed out without all those merlon-embrasure patterns on the top edges as the rounded top gate next to it going inwards a little was mostly borded with a little grate on top; supported on stilts and above all that the doors leading to the guarded docks had two rectangular upward slanted edges, with a staircase leading up towards the tiled floor that also had two banners on either side of the two raised stubby squares up front. But the battering ram that had a vertical trapezoid shape frame with the narrow top and wide bottom, six-wheels on either side; iron headed ram for a head with both horns loaded with lead and two crossbars on both sides stood right there just up ahead for him to use

Raining down from above the skies were flaming boulders and ballista shots that pierced the air bombarded the bloodstained trail that led to the main gates, but Hiccup who stood at the doorway of this coastal outpost would not relent to letting the Persians kill or harm those of whom he wanted alive; his friends to be specific which were Gobber, Fishlegs and Gothi who was said to have taken shelter along with the most of the villagers beforehand to avoid being caught in the crossfire. He spun one chained blade with his left arm that he was comfortable in fighting with, and the other in his right arm that he was ready to defend with against these archers' torrent of arrows that were bound to come down. Time to get moving he thought, as he proceeded to run across the coastline shores with the water splashing against the rocks of which jutted out from the seas; raging colors of a yellow to orangish red sunlight highlighting on some sections of the beaches warned him of incoming flaming boulders from the catapult triremes off shore, and while Hiccup ran through dodging everything that was thrown at him he started to pull on the chains binded to his arms. Grunting heavily with the painful feeling of his skin starting to peel off making him scream, his face flushing out in red before he spat out a glob of saliva building up from his mouth; he couldn't break these chains off, he's tried multiple times but he couldn't do it. He would've attempted to take the shortcut but those Persians cut off his route to here, so he had to take the long way into the village; yet it's not that easy when the invading empire from the Middle East seeking to conquer the Archipelago as a expansion for trading routes across unleashed two hostile and deadly dragons to halt his progress. The Persians on board brought out the second cage to release the Triple Stryke, the dragon coming out before smacking the group away with some falling overboard into the sea with all three tails; then moving onto the dual wielding Viking who ran across the shores with a leap into the air

A call from the Triple Stryke caught his attention though he didn't know the species at first as it was unfamiliar to him and the Berkians, believing it to be a manticore as it curled into what looked like a defensive roll with the wings covering the thick scales as the underbelly's been covered while in this position; Triple Strykes like him also use this for an ambush attack right before landing and striking it's opponents with it's tails, even being used to come near with no risk of getting injured as such happened in this encounter. It uncurled from it's defensive roll to stab him with all three stingers as he let out a yell and dodged with a forward tumble, landing a kick to the now exposed underbelly but it wasn't just that he hit; attacking what he could estimate was the gut of this dragon, landing a second kick right to the lower underbelly in a state of adrenaline based panic as a response. The Triple Stryke whose scales were a kind of maroon, bronze and bright medallion yellow that had it's underbelly in a bronze color had kneeled down; covering it's underbelly with it's pincers to prevent further harm all while it's eyes were closed in writhing pain. Hiccup leapt forward behind and away from the dragon all with his hand reaching out to the battering ram, but the Triple Stryke's tri-prehensile tails had swept him across the body; coiling around before it then slugged him with a right pincer hook and threw his gut against it's dual hoof like talon to crush the Viking underneath, all of that it took in a fit of anger before with a whiplash threw him against the door slamming his back up against the barricaded entrance. The shock of the impact on his back had him let out an curse that was incoherent coming off as a growlish scream after hitting the doors, falling down with a slam before he got up slowly to confront the Triple Stryke. He rushed in and jumped over to the side of the beast where he swiped against it's side-ribs drawing blood, he then used what momentum he gathered to boost into a short sprint and jump into the air; he spun and let go of his left chained blade to slash against it's snout when suddenly...

The Nadder from earlier raised her talons and kicked him away from her comrade, sent flying back far across from the battering ram as he screamed out with his arm reaching out towards it. "No!" He came to a dragging stop as the Nadder then lashed her tail out, sprouting a series of spines to which this time was not interrupted and threw her spike adorned tail to send the piercing spikes into the sand near him; forcing Hiccup to tumble backwards until he landed on his stomach where he got into a kneeling position, his skin burning hot with the abrasive drag and if closely observed enough he was shaking since he didn't have anything to eat. Between the two dragons the Triple Stryke shook his head at how famished that he was, he's not going to fight someone on a empty stomach as that war elephant didn't do much to help him regain his full strength; the Nadder however was impatient and ready to throw another tantrum if it didn't happen sooner or right this second. But once he threw both his chained blades down to whipcrack it three times, the second going higher with the third forming a X-letter shape that ended with one final outward slam to the ground before taking back his weapons; he taunted the dragons to come and get him, he's ready

Ignoring the command from the Triple Stryke to wait until he attacks so they can counter him, the Nadder rushed out recklessly to take on this runt who was more than what he looked like as she fired her spines with lash of her tail; Hiccup dodged most of them but swung his blade to block a few with a extending swipe across, throwing his other chained blade forward so he could attack her exposed belly. She let out a cry as it stabbed through her left side, taking this opportunity to wrap the chain around her legs and jump onto her neck in order stomp on her eye; right before he stabbed his other blade directly through it, blinding the Nadder which it then forced her to fly off with gushes of blood spilling from her wound. The Triple Stryke had followed up on his ignored order to wait until he attacked by smacking him across toward the right side of the shores atop of a rock, jumping with the intent to stab and inject the runt with it's venom if not for Hiccup slipping off to the side and throwing a sweeping right kick to the back of the dragon's leg which had it kneel a little; turning to run before being caught at the neck by it's left pincer who then had him face the Triple Stryke's gaze, lunging at this Viking's head with it's other pincer where he released his grasp on his body to get a better grip. Does anybody reading this think this is going to end well?

As Hiccup struggled to break free from the crushing grasp of the Triple Stryke, the dragon had other ideas as it leapt forward into the air before rearing back it's prisoner and throwing him into the battering ram; the wooden frame could not sustain the hard slamming impact which was a not-so-meaty Viking and broke into pieces after tipping over, Hiccup was writhing in a tremendous amount of pain as he dragged himself out of the wreckage. Now his chance for breaking through the barricaded doors was gone, and yet he spotted to his side the battering ram that survived the unintentional destruction of the weapon meant for raiding castles and strongholds of the medieval times; seeing the Triple Stryke coming towards him he dragged himself over to the ram as fast as he could and grasped onto the horns of the ram's head, but was jerked backwards being dragged away as he felt his legs drop to the ground. The dragon walked ahead to take the battering ram in it's pincers and tri-prehensile tails wrapped around it for a secured steady grip, Hiccup raised himself but got smacked across the cheek two times with a left to right hook just before the Triple Stryke had raised the iron casted and lead horn loaded head above him; he raised both blades up to block the incoming strike that would kill him if he got hit in the head. His stance was weakening, slipping backwards and trembling as his arms were slowly lowering themselves; his lungs rumbling and when he was on his knee, he let out a scream and threw the stockily built scorpion dragon off to the side. He's not done there as he then slammed the pommel of his closest blade against the dragon's temple, with a punch to it's jaw and a knee to the gut as he slapped the Triple Stryke on it's left cheek; that was enough to roar at his face before flying off but that was not the last time he would see it, he got the message to get out of his sight which was good. It was about time it did, now he's able to get into more important matters like the battering ram that was dropped; grabbing it by the two rings it hung from which turned out to be heavier due to his slipping grip, he can't stop because he hasn't forgotten the showers of flaming boulders and ballista bolts that were trying to kill him. The clicking sound that Triple Strykes made whenever they attacked should have been easy to hear and therefore dodge, but the sounds of battle between the Hooligans and the Persians overtook the sounds of the ocean so he couldn't even hear what's going on

Nevertheless he took up the battering ram before he came to the barricaded doors, throwing the iron casted-lead loaded ram's head once that made a splintering sound on the other side; there was no visible damage so he tried it again with an further attempt at breaking through, it did no good to him. On the other side some Persians were fighting the Vikings that were of both Hooligans and Meatheads, as soon as all three heard what was going on behind there; it came to notion that their reinforcements were coming through to overtake these barbarians, both of them in fact as it was not only Berk whom was going to be introduced to their religion if not by choice but by threat. It was only a matter of time before Berk falls and becomes one of Persia's outposts set up by the might of their empire's king, the lands of the Vikings are as of now being cleansed of the filth that is undeserving of their conquest. The Hooligans and the Meatheads threw off their attackers before doing whatever they could to stop them from coming in, the King of Persia's war elephant was rampaging through their houses; fighting off whatever halted it's path of destruction to make way for the new era under their rule, one of which that they will not live nor abide by. Hiccup backed up a few more times to barge up to the barricaded doors which seemed to have gotten stronger to endure whatever he throws at it, when it should be weaker because the repeated blows are supposed to cause a strain that will give and collapse in of itself. This frustrated the Viking to no end and forced him to start slamming repeatedly against the barricaded doors, with the Hooligans and Meatheads going to extreme measures by implanting themselves against the gates on the other side; it had gone on long enough to the point where he started to back up further and threw the ram up against the doors, slamming harder with each strike he made as his birthmark glowed to feed him power in the form of strength. He rammed the barricaded doors again which this time, it showed a indent which after he did it again there was a bigger indent; a third time caused a spidercrack crater that was splintering the wood on both sides. Lastly came one last strike as he ran at his fullest and busted through the barricade, finally entering through the gates as some of the Hooligan-Meathead Vikings were blown off to the sides; serves the former right for not letting him through. A squad of Persian warriors arrived on the scene as the one that's in the back of the center called out: "ر نفوذ کرده، حالا سواره نظام ما ميتونه به سمت روستا پيش بره (The door is breached, now our cavalry can advance to the village!)"

Hiccup knew that by destroying the barricaded doors he would allow the cavalry access to the Hooligan Tribe's village, but again what does he have to be worried about? Gobber is waiting for him inside so there's no need to keep stalling him any longer than he is now. As the squad strafed and circled around him he took one warrior at the arm to stab him in the chest, taking the chain to throw the Persian up against the second as the third slashed upward across from his back; those khopeshes from the Egyptians can really make those wounds sting like a bitch as it's even worse when made of iron, christ. Hiccup uppercutted the warrior who did that to him, flipping his blade backwards to stab the fourth behind and took the fifth into the air and then slammed him down to the ground where he stabbed through it's spleen leaving him to die by bleeding while he left to reach the main entrance. He both his blades up to a overhead rock to swing across and launch himself up to save him the time of climbing the siege tower's second floor, reaching the top in order to kick it down and run along the edge of the island of where he lived on. It should be mentioned that the entrance to the village was right through the docks, up the ramps and through a stake bordered square shaped door where the middle was fitted with various different sticks all on the same panel; which was separated into dual pairs on the top. The naval onslaught by the Persia triremes and Hooligan longships battled in a evermore fierce coastline battle as Hiccup ran through it all, back 'n forth fireballs which has streaked across the morning dawn whose orange to golden rays bathed this battlefield in it's glory. To all the Persian warriors who were on the verge of gaining the upperhand, all of the opposing ones who stood in his way were met with early unpleasant endings through heavy strokes of his two blades. Running up the ramps through the docks as archers fired their bows from a high vantage point, their commander ordered out loud and clear to his men

"عقب بکشید ، موضع خود را آماده کنید ، آتش بگیرید (Draw back, ready your stance, fire!)" He raised his khopesh and swung forward on the last word as the archers released their grip on the bows of camelthorn wood, piercing the air with their iron tipped arrows to strike at the Viking who is proven to be one of Persia's greatest warriors if they could turn him to their side

SHINK, SHINK, SHINK! The iron-tipped arrows shot from the camelthorn bows did little to slow this runt down with the grains of sand exploding on impact with the shores, the raging water formed little waves to swallow the footprints of the beaches. Try as the Persians will, Hiccup outran each of the projectiles sent after him as any other Viking would've been dead; or be overpowered as they couldn't defend any longer. And thus with the barricaded doors of the Hooligans Tribe now opened to them, the commander of his own vessel with a two wood beams across on either side that supported the diagonally up and inward slanted tarps rallied his troops; spinning his khopesh to send forth the Caspian horsemen; riding out along the set path laid out for them by the Viking who was slaying their forces. Some of the horsemen had wielded panjagan five-arrow crossbows with them, loaded and ready to fire at the incoming tribesmen who refused to allow their religion to be overshadowed by Zoroastrianism which is by no means a bad religion; but Persian mythology was based around tales rather than gods and the Vikings don't like that approach as Odin was important to their history, tales are easy to twist into lies while gods cannot. Given the stubbornness issues regarding a change in their life style, it's no wonder why the king chose Berk out of the many tribes here; but he was of course pragmatic in taking out the most stubborn tribe before the rest fall like dominoes of which were invented by the Italians, mostly as a game for the children back in Europe

HTTYD

"Persian cavalry has broken through, Persian cavalry has broke-" A familiar voice called through before being silenced in a sudden halt, but warned the Vikings about incoming cavalry that was arriving through the village on horseback; even worse is that because of them wielding panjagan five-arrow crossbows this caused them to fall back from what the position they held their ground on, losing it to the advancing Persian forces. Some ballistas arched overhead to strike against some of the houses, a few of the Vikings being separated between the collapsed structures that made them stop in their tracks but slip because of the momentum they were packing; trapped on the other side there was no way to reach the few places left that remained in their hands. Persian Cavalry rode through the streets, raising the silver bladed khopeshes to cut a few of their enemies down and the surviving Vikings were forced into hiding; but not for long with the introduction of their elite soldiers, the Immortals

Persian Immortals were all black clad elite soldiers serving the ruler of Oarzlrikhoung for they were human but looked no different than the devils that they willingly serve amongst the lot that made up their empire. Their appearances consisted of black sideline skullcaps which then had tube headbands to wrap around the upper hairline, with a kind of chemo headwrap along with a leather wrapped durag that had no tail end on the back of their heads; adding onto the head was a tailban shegmah turban which had a small helmet skirt that went around the sides for protection against the sun and the blusterous of all gusts of wind. Their faces that told the others they're human were nightmarishly obscured by the intimidatingly and frightening silver scowling expression barring masks consisting of two close edged downward beaking yin-yang eyes along with a wide nose, a rectangular mouth that curved inward in itself at the bottom of the center to give it that scowl; with curved cheekbones that had various black smoky veins of which were drawn on the forehead and bled down, curved mace like flanges on either side had also ran down the entirety of the skull acting like a helmet and those black soulless voids that were eyes had nothing to show. Both the lower sides protruding outward a little bit had what looked like a hanging solid figure eight shaped hook, as they connected to both inward slanted chains that were attached to a rounded top above a horizontal bar with a vertical bar on either side going downwards too where it ended with a half trapezoid shape at the bottom; from the middle there was a square flattop oval shape that had a square plate at the top with a vertical rectangular bar underneath, the bottom of which ended with a outward pointing barbed shape of a diamond tip. Continuing to the bottom on either side were a small rounded bulb that then had a long diamond shaped flat edged pyramid shaped spike, with a second rounded bulb and a third underneath the vertical bar in between; in the middle square shaped gap was a horizontal line that had a triangular shape on the bottom and a inverted triangular shape on the top side respectively. Their shoulderguards were tri-segmented with a inverted trapezoid shaped barb in the middle of each one that led down along the blades of their shoulders, clasping over both of the sides to the shoulders as there were two threads than ran through to sport a oval shape of which covered the frontal outward facing sides; having a lower half circular shape protruding on out as if to catch the swords of enemies and guard against the bladed weapons of others. The torso was three inverted trapezoid shaped platings which had rings on the uppermost corners connecting to the shoulderguards, being laid on top of that was a five segmented torso which had a chestplate on the top that was square edged on the farthest sides from both the pectoral built muscles; the gorget was on the inside of the chainmail body-glove undersuit which covers the skin ensuring nothing was exposed to the projectiles of their enemies, the center of all the chestplates came with dual knives that built the same way as their swords. Going down to the arms were four inverted trapezoid shaped black colored platings that cuffed around the biceps and the arms themselves, having five segmented bracers with the first being the largest cuffed ring with the following four coming down the same way as the inner wrists had a extra plate of which beaked forwards a little bit underneath. Adorning black leather chainmail rubbery gloves to wear as both of the top hands were armored with horizontal rectangular handplates that had mace flanges for total unarmed punching power, the same as the mace flanges on the back of the heads to be exact. Due to the influence of Asia there were lamellar waistguards made up of inverted trapezoid shaped plates on the thighs with a obi around their waists, guard with armor that was overlaid while also having overlaid tri-segmented tassets for the thighs themselves. A silverlined leather chainmail flexible battleskirt with three wide rectangular sashes were found at the front below the belt, depicting the overall shape of their land at which they hailed from and that is Persia herself. Their shins are leather wrapped like casts horizontally all while their armor worn for them were leather based, vertically ribbed from one side to another as they've got a tightly secured strap running from the top to the bottom just above the ankles; now as for the footwear, they consisted of saleem shahi curled tipped sandal givehs as everything else is plated with the same armor that matched their scowling masks with the bleeding veins as well included. Behind their helmets were spinal cord length leather strips that had all three of them tipped with a inverted triangular shape at the bottom, flimsy and flexible at the same time yet none of them hindered these soldiers in the slightest; running down out from the slim gap that ran across shaped like a horizontal rectangle as there was one large ring that the strips hung on altogether. On their backs are dual crossed black wooden scabbards that had curving slope and inward silver alloy sheathe guards while the handles had ornate scrollwork from their empire of Persia, with a cuff around the lower guard and the pommels being a slightly diagonally slanted cylinder in shape; the blades themselves were straight yanmaodao blades that were curved at the tip but still had all the features of the talwar scimitars and khopeshes that other warriors of their own kind had wielded, including the knife at the ready for stabbing on their chestplates. Finally, these were the best of the best that Persia had to offer and for an attack being brought onto Berk, Meathead and Chilblain; this meant that a siege was being executed in order for the king Aristogoras to bring forth the sacrament of purification by force

Immortal Arsti spears happened to six feet long with a broad iron leaf-shaped spearhead but with both of it's lower tips curving out downward a short bit before curving in back at the tips, also sporting a rounded shaped disc underneath those branching lower barbs. This spear had a rounded counterweight on the opposite end from the spearhead for a balanced, easily for wielding pikeman's weapon; came in the form of a silver colored pomegranate shape and it's common soldier counterpart was a bronze color, those that were golden were of nobility for the clearest of reasons. Being that one of the Immortals dropkicked a Viking earlier, this was the spear that impaled the Norse warrior through the stomach when they began to shine on this day in the rising sun on the horizon's edge; the Archipelago never looked so golden other than today where this empire chose to attack Berk. Immortals had their own shields like their warriors and included the same silver dipylon shields that were tightened all around, thanks to leather as these were ones the Immortals referred to gerrons; in truth those were ones of shields made of whicker and covered with leather

Immortal Shields were not only black with silver edged borders but rectangular in shape as the front featured a four-way outward extending diamond shape made of black studs in between the four-way inward beaking silver lines coming from the top and the left, the right and at last the bottom sides meeting up in the center of it all. It was one of the three shields that were to be wielded by the black clad elite soldiers of Persia in all her beauty of conquests

Hanging their black to golden and cyan edged colored banners high on a horizontal crossbar of that which went across the top, tipped with their bird seen on the sails of their armada and the frame that formed a regular to inverted triangular shape on the bottom top respectively; having tasseled with threads of white bordered black pieces of braided rope, the Immortals rushed to battle the surviving Hooligan and Meathead forces that defended both islands on either side. It was inevitable that the dual sword wielding elite warriors of Oarzlrikhoung embraced all of the immense glory of the empire, leaving no Viking alive when standing and only a few fallen onto their knees in shock before dropping dead when there was no adrenaline coursing the blood to go on; a lot of these foreign warriors see since Midgard was a bigger world beyond the flatline edged borders of the realm they lived in as their home, no Viking knows what lies out there and none of them venture out of the safety of their comfort zone. Much of these Norse men did of course leave their homes to explore out of their borders, but this attack, this siege being led to their home was done by a immeasurable force and there seemed to be more than what could be happening at this moment; the Persians wouldn't have come all this way here to conquer all of Berk, it was almost as if they're a diversion and that someone... no, it was not that reason. To be specific on their banners it consisted of a long staff that had a horizontal crossbar, which had a black vertical rectangle depicting the faravahar of the wise lord Ahura Mazda/Ormazd who was the supreme god of Persian-Iranian religion; with a pair of two priests facing both sides on the left to the right away from each other, as there was a triangular shaped frame on the bottom as well as a inverted triangular shaped frame on the top. At the top part of the center, there were simurgh birds facing away from each other as either side with a ring in the center of it all; what were aligned with these are the beats of drumsticks that hit and bang to the rhythm of the one tombak drums carried in the march to warfare. The Persian Army of Oarzlrikhoung sought out to expand their empire, not act as a diversion to a bigger threat but their timing is coincidentally convenient for the war against dragons that is going on as of this time; even the raids that did happen rarely by either Outcasts, Bog Burglars, the lot of Pirates or even the most infamous in all cases the fallen Roman Empire and not by Persia of all kingdoms. Something was off about all of this and didn't feel right

"هیچ چیز بین آریستوگوراس و رزمندگانش نمی ایستد (Nothing stands between Aristagoras and his warriors!)" A Persian Immortal called forth as they charged into battle with the Vikings

But as the Immortals decimated one fifth of the bulk that was the aligned forces of both the Hooligans and the Meathead Tribes, the archers set their sights on Hiccup who outran them previously on the shores of the isle's beaches that were a war zone and was now running on the rooftops across each of the houses that stood; drawing back their bows and firing with a shinking graze across the exposed skin of the Viking runt of the former tribe, being on that side of which were getting their asses kicked which made him smile sadistically as there's a clear reason to not be worried about the Hooligans because what they ever do for him? He'll tell you what: nothing, and that's exactly why he's smiling. What he needed to do in his task was get to Gobber to provide them a tactic to use against the Persian fleet, regroup with his father figure who taught him a lot of what he needed to know if he ever wanted to leave his home behind; let his cousin do the ruling and run the isle of Berk by driving it into the earth, but the main concern was the warriors of Oarzlrikhoung who were standing in his way. Thus the best shortcut was to take the rooftops, jumping over across the various houses to be his only bet and so he did once he climbed up the roof with his chained blades; beginning a run and not stopping with each one he jumped across. Astrid Hofferson could not participate in this battle as her blood transfusion was still in the process, beginning with after her parents had taken the notice that she was fainting too much as her wound healed but she's in a state of shock that could kill her; thus she was evacuated from her house up to somewhere safe so the chief's son couldn't attack her again while she was in this weakened state of self being

Some of the Immortals carried cauldrons of boiling flammable tar onto the field for the squad of archers, stirred enough until it was boiling with bubbles breaking on the surface. A Persian leader to this squad of archers ordered to his men: "روشن کردن آن فلش ها و هدف برای ریه ها (Light those arrows and aim for the lungs!)" He demanded as he wanted to see that boy truly drown in his blood seeing that the Viking has become a serious threat to their forces, the bowstrings made a tight snapping slap when sending the fiery arrows aimed towards Hiccup; he dived on to his stomach to avoid the burning projectiles that set some of the houses on fire as this was the same concoction used for their oil barges, filled with a weapon that the Byzantine Empire used in their battles against Jerusalem of all kingdoms in the Crusades. Returning to run back across the now blazing buildings that were the houses to marketplaces, one of the Persian Immortals stabbed a Meathead Viking with his sword in the throat before slashing across to rip their head off sending it flying when he turned to face the others shooting at one whose outrunning their projectile fire; albeit he was under heavy fire himself so he cannot run for long. This Immortal ran to the Viking who took down one of his own in the unit of soldiers and dropkicked his opponent through a spear that was held forward towards the Hooligan's back, being thrown against a wall afterwards when he took his fallen comrade's panjagan as he then ran up ahead to climb up to a vantage point; seeking to intercept the runt who was going for the blacksmith's forge or so he was led to believe in, aiming steadily with both his legs far apart for a secured stance before firing the five arrows towards his next building for leaping across. Which he did just that but with the five arrows stabbing into the wood right in front of him, the momentum that he built up caused him to slip forward as the burning house was on fire enough to cause the rooftop to collapse under him; falling backwards as he came slamming down onto the bed with a painful scream since it ached due to the bruises from the previous nights he rested, no thanks to his father who was the chief and nobody would stand up for the boy. Gobber and Gothi were the only two who cared for him, as he never felt like he had a father more in the form of the former while the latter treated his wounds whenever they became too unbearable to endure any longer; he tumbled out of the bed, but the floor underneath him collapsed too as he was sent falling to the floor and trapped underneath the horizontal supporting beam that weighed against his waist

Pull himself out and punch the wooden support beam as he will, he could not free himself from what trapped him underneath in this house that was coming down; the roof is about to collapse any time and the fire brigade cannot respond in the events of the unsecured ground that was being usurped by the Persians. Ignoring the pain that was causing great aches to his back he threw out his chained blade binded to his right arm and stabbed down on the floor, a second one shot out from his left as he pulled himself with greater might that soon allowed a opportunity to slip himself out from underneath the supporting beam; just in time too as the fires were becoming worse with each passing second. Refusing to rest due to his stubbornness he spun his chained blades around both sides right before he sent a charged kick to the door, throwing it back open to the sides and breaking it off the hinges right before he made an run into the field; these Vikings who were losing ground were beginning a unsuccessful counter against their cavalry horsemen, one of which he charged up against and jumped in front of to stab his blade into the side of the caspin horse's skull. He then slashed down it's throat and in a matter of seconds brought down the mount by dragging his legs on the ground to stop what momentum it carried before collapsing; shooting his left chained blade towards the head of the horseman and then continuing to run towards the Great Hall where he assumed that it's where Gobber was, but oh he couldn't be more wrong than that as he's since moved towards somewhere else that he could protect the others from anymore of the onslaught of Persians who seemed endless in their armies

It got worse when suddenly without warning, the Nadder with the stabbed out eye returned to settle the grudge she held against him with Hiccup jumping back once she put out both of her talons to tackle him to the ground; landing on only the ground which enraged her. Being on the verge of snapping as she roared in his face, it's eye gushing out with high pressuring squirting blood from the eye this dragon once had constantly to no end; Hiccup hunched over as he slowly flipped his blades one at a time and it's his turn to give a heavy breathing, slow-snarling growl against her in return as a taunt. Charging forward he dodged to the side with a leaping side step once she was close enough to him, smashing her head into the doorway to which thanks to her recklessness he climbed onto the dragon and began stabbing her back as a way to keep himself atop of her as the Nadder began trying to shake him off; running down the village path as she trampled many of the Vikings but avoiding the Persians who diverted her uncontrollable stampede to their enemies instead, Hiccup stabbed her in the side and as the Nadder let out a magnesium stream of fire that engulfed both sides that were set ablaze painfully. Agony filled screams as they rushed to put themselves out but others seeking the chance to burn the ones who weren't caught in the crossfire by throwing themselves onto the group, setting them on fire too as the Nadder ran right through them and some of the victims were crushed by their ribs which made them bleed out from their mouths and drown in their lungs. Hiccup stabbed her again with both chained blades hard and deep, having her collapse onto her knees which threw him off towards the steps of the Great Hall

Out of having nothing to live for the Nadder fired one last magnesium stream before it was high time she reached her shot limit, this was something that Hiccup could not dodge and it was an attack that he had to guard by raising his chained blades to block it's fiery blast; waves of heat overtaking his skin which he ignored at the cost of experiencing great pain as some of exposed skin was burned, all because Stoick didn't give him a fireproof tunic or some proper armor to protect him against dragons whenever he had to go out and make his way over to his forge where Gobber was waiting for him. The Nadder on the otherhand was too weak, vision is flashing with faint dark contrasted colors and her sense of direction was spinning in a circle; lightheaded as she spent the last resort of her power against this nemesis she has made. She can't fight with her wounds but she was too vain to surrender or let him live, might is what it gave her to overpower this runt; this dragon was on the verge of shock from blood loss and a exposure to the elements from this weather had Hiccup undergo a sense of pneumonia that was caused by the war elephant spraying dirtied but hot scalding water, yet Hiccup had gave this Nadder his pneumonia and he knew but didn't tell her which is a crime if it were a human in the same case of knowing one has tuberculosis but not telling them beforehand until it is convenient on their part. Biological warfare from the Persians or at least these ones, there's no greater lengths to conquering a small isle like Berk than that; but he will recover from it in no time with hours of rest that should be enough to sleep off of if he ever gets it, the pain of which from his bruises kept him awake throughout the night and it's never happened to him before like this. Hiccup stood up from the strain of holding the fire at bay before he ran over to the Nadder, jumping up with a spring in his step that was one he never noticed and swung both his chained blades in a upward X-letter shaped slash that splashed her darker red color blood all over him while her corpse fell to the side and died in the rest that pooled all around her; today he stood over body as the victor and let himself embrace the moment as never did he take down a dragon, but deep down inside him the adrenaline rush overtook him and this Nadder's way of acting proven her to him as irredeemable. This shame would come back one day when he retold the events that led to his finals days here on Berk, for now he stood over his fallen foe with a small victory as the battle continued

"Oh man... I killed it, oh excuse me- I killed her. Yes, I killed her! Did anyone see that?!" He asked while hunched over and breathing from the prolonged battle against the Persians who invaded Berk, Meathead Island and Chilblain to a lesser degree but still just as bad since it is their trading companion who had given their ores for over twenty years; slalom sledding on the ice canals were their only ways of travelling onward to the former. There's some interest that should be noted as Hiccup may've known the truth regarding the feelings of Gobber if it came down to loving someone, he was ignorant to the fact that a woman named Smulder had fallen in love with him; but the relationship was platonic and Gobber didn't reciprocate back her feelings which was a shame too, things gotten worse when Chief Hagan Frostbeard drove him out of Chilblain yet even with this platonic date he went on he admired her greatly. Even then he did find a first love that was named Greta and so would the name of the wall that to which in the threat of a tidal wave destroying the outpost of Dragon's Edge during his search into the mysteries of the Dragon Eye, nothing could be said about what ended the two of the Vikings relationship with each other; he described her as being large, sturdy, beefy as some will say and a rather stout woman but Hiccup didn't give a shit about appearances of a woman like Astrid for example, but her poisonous viper- no that would be insulting the viper itself as that snake was actually useful in it's role for nature. She however was dead to him, still none of this mattered as he killed a Nadder which made him think a lot about her; enough for the failure of awareness that as he was hunched over and breathing from his prolonged battle as it seemed to go on for a eternal dawn, his question would be answered but not in the way he wanted it to be answered. The Triple Stryke returned with a flying kick that Hiccup dodged by leaning to one side and jumping while landing his back on the soft underbelly of the corpse, landing with his pincers ready for battle. "Except for you..." He spoke in annoyance, ready to fight again with his chained blades

Both at the same time Hiccup and the Triple Stryke spun their respective weapons that were their chained blades to center barbed stinger tail forward, heading towards each other right before the two became entangled with each other as due to this; the dragon attempted with pulling to drag the Viking closer to him but Hiccup wouldn't budge no matter how many times he slipped on his feet, he started to swipe his chained blade against the scales of this dragon while in return the Triple Stryke stabbed the right barbed stinger tail at him. He leapt towards the left side and sought the chance to loop his entangled chained blade around it, hoping it's enough to break the chains off his arms so that he can be freed of this burden on his arms for good. The Triple Stryke swept it's left barbed stinger tail underneath him, leaping with a hop while he tugged the dragon over to his side to bring him closer; virtually there was no success for him in getting close enough to slash at the dragon because he couldn't get at a good range all because he lacked the raw strength of real Vikings like his neighbors, he couldn't even get a good grip on the battering ram earlier either since his hands felt like they're always risking themselves on slipping and dropping on his side laying ankle that guarantees absolute pain in the instance it happens. He strained himself too hard to the point where a loud cracking was heard, followed by a scream of pain coming from him: he had dislocated his shoulder and at the same time pulled a muscle on his upper pectoral plate. The Triple Stryke merely frowned at seeing his opponent with such a injury, but would continue it's defiance with a yank of it's center barbed stinger tail that broke the entanglement between them; freeing both sides as he also gotten his right one free from the chains by throwing Hiccup overhead from across a mile, being swung up once and again before being spun around over the dragon. Only then he's sent flying high into skies and upwards into the air as the winds were blowing against him which was enough to make the chains of his blades rattle with vibrations going through each of them. His eyes were narrowed but his brows were furrowed, beaking downward into hook shaped tips like he was easily irritable which isn't farther from the truth as he howled a scream through the air; his arms lunged outward with both his palms open and ready to brace himself when he absorbs all the shock that comes with the bludgeoning impact, continuing to elevate on high until he found himself arching overhead and diving directly right into one of Berk's guard towers built next to scout out dragon raids that were coming this way. This was built in a similar vein to their catapult towers that were larger, hollowed and looked like it's more built for scouting than attacking as this was also in a square shape too; complete with their usual Great Hall to Dragon Training final test that was set up for Hiccup in the future banners as well as their main catapult on top for added defense, and lit with enough torches to light it from the inside but not on the outside so it can keep the night cover intact without exposing themselves to the dragons when the raids begin. He let out a grunt as he broke through the top and crashed down to the bottom third lowest floor, knocked out unconscious as the beams to stone walls came collapsing down atop of him; some of the support beams laid slanted and some of the rocks landed atop of his other arm as his first one was what he used to break his fall. In the process he also caused some torches to fall off and extinguish themselves with a chandelier of them breaking off the chain he slammed into, crashing down with a bang next to him with exposed sunlight peaking inside and dust from the stone foundations. His eyes are both closed but his hair covered them so it would only look like he slipped and fell

Lookout towers here on Berk had that scaled rooftop with the overturned ship shape matching the houses of others in this village, as these were Vikings who sailed among the seas that Stoick once said that they could tame alongside the forests that were leveled and mountains all could crush in their hands alone. A dragon's figurehead prow was featured going out forward as both ends curved overhead to cross backward lashing tips with each other, whose tips had reached a short bit the front was even boarded with horizontal planks as the second to last one had been painted with a solid colored stripe; both vertical standing bars on all four corners featured an upward pointing stripe with a horizontal one underneath, with thicker ones that went outward a little bit on the bottom acting as the railing surrounding the tall square shaped box and is also bordered up five times as the fifth one had been striped all around. It was of a splitting line in between the rectangular shapes on the top to bottom in between each and every one of them as such, with the supporting stilt bars having a stripe on the middle of the second board to this crow's nest as it'll be called. The ceiling from inside the lookout crow's nest was boarded across vertically with both sides facing horizontally forward and backwards on the respective front to back sides, as it should be mentioned that the rooftop also sloped overhead a little bit; all four sides had a lower half circular shaped base with it's farthest tip curving forwards and on top is a stationary crossbow used by the Hooligans Tribe. One has no clear reference where they've got this idea unless they've participated in the carnival games that involve stationary guns, firing at targets or even squirting water at the clown's mouth to fill up the balloon before it pops; with a victory at hand and a reward for their skill or at least they've seen as well as heard of them. It's not that hard really and of course both sides of the ceiling were bordered off with a stouter bar on either side of the left to right, the front to back lower tips slanted inward at a slightly tilted angle just to point that one out there; the crossbow limbs had a small triangular forward tip of which the limbs then went horizontal before sloping downward into a outward facing scalene triangular tip, the front of all four of them had a vertically standing scalene triangular shape of which had the flat end on top and the narrow tip on the bottom. The bases for each one had an outline for a half-wankel shield shape on the back of them for that matter, with a line atop as it went outward towards the front of the bowlimbs. The dragon figurehead prow facing the front had a outwards facing scalene triangular shape that was sharp at the front but large in the back and the figurehead itself was like a horizontal horseshoe, outlined and all with two up and back slanting horns that then went vertically upward into sharp tips as the positioning was slanting from both sides going out to the left and right sides respectively; the eye was a small rounded outline with a slight upward to horizontal curving brow above, being apart of a rounded bump that went out to curve along backwards and thin out at the upper to lower lips with a backward up and curving facing nasal horn on the top lip's edge. The maw of the figurehead prow was all aligned with triangular shaped spikes acting as the shredding fangs, and looked like overall it's tilting downwards slightly. The second half was a X-letter intersecting bar pattern surrounding all four sides, the front to back sides were boarded up with five horizontal boards while the left to right sides were boarded up with three horizontal boards on the top; opening up a entryway with both inner sides having a vertical bar on either side. Finally, for as much as it looked small on the outside; it was the inside atop of the lookout tower that was what mattered as the view alerted to all Vikings that either dragons from the raids or enemies such as Alvin and his tribe were coming, even the Berserker Tribe would attack out of Dagur's willingness to destroy both threats that betrayed him that was this tribe and Hiccup who would long be known as Drayko

But if only the Hooligans knew just what the greater scope of this campaign by Persia led against their alliance with their neighboring Meatheads was, and Hiccup was about to find out after he slayed the dominating force in this battle at dawn. For now, he began to stir from what could be considered a near hour into his unconscious form that lied trapped underneath the ruins of the tower. One thing to point out was that there were Vikings out on the shores whom because they've learned from a previous attack by the Romans, there happened to be testudo (tortoise) formation built mantlet shields that were placed around the sharpened to walled off in between cheval de frise barricades to stop horseback cavalry from approaching the doors into the village; standing against the warriors, archers, ballistas and catapults that were on the ships. These mantlets used commonly in medieval assaults and sieges had these ones' rooftops slanted upwards forming a shelter like tent, keeping the mass of Vikings that were under fire from attacking crossbowmen from the likes of Oswald the Antagonistic; now named Oswald the Agreeable and to defend against even the mightiest of Persia, but many of these scattered throughout have fallen under the tremendous forces and a single flaw of the Vikings they fought for their isle that's bigger than what Hiccup knows. What happened? The Hooligans made a fatal error when setting them up: they should not be leaving the defenses UNGUARDED because the Persians were bringing in the war elephants, and loading the crossbows at the eye's view of the frontal side did little to stop the rampaging beasts of such skin that could withstand even a Persian Immortal's Arsti spear that was thrown like a Spartan's would as they hated bow and arrows as weapons of a man who would not directly fight his own battles; but mercenaries of Sparta however wielded them with no questions asked since they're exactly in the name of their position in Greece. What happened outside of the tower that Hiccup was thrown into by the Triple Stryke became of this: the Hooligans were losing ground to the Persians and most were evacuated into the forest, Stoick was not one of those who escaped to recover for a spell

The chief stood his ground against the Immortals as he chopped one head off and slashed the second one down, the third was cut to size brutally but then came when he had tackle one of Persia's backup animals that were brought here to his island; his eyes and those brave to stand beside him bear witness to the grotesque spectacle coughed forth from the Persian Empire: a black rhinoceros, armed with a white rhinoceros horn for stabbing with an uppercut; extended into a curved conical scimitar like blade that was double edged sharpened at the front side. It was harnessed in chains with reigns that had two on either side for controlling this aggressive beast of theirs, the collar had three stout spikes on the left to middle to right sides with one short chain at the front and at least one long chain that went underhand to the back; leather straps was what kept the armor shielding the animal from the sun as it was warm outside today but the rhinoceros as with an hippo might get sunburned from the hotter temperatures that'll increase as the morning goes, splashed with coated mud all over to protect the animal as well as applying the warpaint that decorated their war elephants had on themselves. A trio of soft cloth laid atop it's back, with a long one overlaid underneath it as it flared when it ran towards the enemy that stood in the path; throwing the Persian warriors who were flung off to the sides but having the Immortals dodge to the sides in time to stand out of it's path of destruction. The back horn was a little bit extended upwards this time but not to the same length as the front horn, the former on the otherhand reached near the halfway point

The war rhino stampeded through the streets of the village, aiming to impale Stoick on it's horn as it made the earth rumble unsteadily which the chief took notice of as the ground did feel all the more unstable; but there's no reason to dwell on that now as one of his men had given him a fallen Immortal's Arsti spear, catching it as the weapon was now in his free hand. Only several minutes were left before the war rhino had reached him when Snotlout, and against his father's orders not to engage with these Persians for that matter which should be brought up, jumped onto the creature who rammed through several buildings; diverting it off course which was bad because he needed a clear shot to send a message to it's brain through the eye on the side, and he was interfering with his desire to kill this monster that's running freely in the village. Angry at this freeloading Viking who held onto it's back and throwing him off with a sudden stop, which didn't stop the Jorgenson boy from arrogantly standing his ground toward the war rhino; he was charged and swatted off to the side, being sent flying over to the battlement wall that's starting to collapse at any minute. When the war rhino lowered it's head and rammed into him again, it was here one part of the battlement had finally collapsed in a series of support beams and dust that came from the broken rocks to bricks that buried him underneath the rubble. Climbing out and dusting himself off, he grabbed a war hammer and chased after the war rhino; unknown to him it was already back on track to impaling the chief on it's front horn

Huffing with hard breaths and bellowing out of it's throat, the war rhino charged faster ever to the chief who threw the Immortal Arsti spear into the air and caught it when the tip aimed for the right eye; this time there would be no interruptions from Snotlout as he's directly focused in the process. Rearing back his arm and dividing his legs away vertically, facing sideways for the steadiest throws; he launched the spear with a thrusting throw that sent the weapon flying for the war rhino who didn't stop running, it was determined to impale him through the stomach. In that instance, the spear pierced through the war rhino's eye and came jutting out a bit from the left thigh but even that didn't stop the creature from running; Stoick stood his ground in front of it as his fur cape behind him blew slightly in the wind. The creature started to slow down in it's charging run before dropping with a skidding slide, stopping when the largest horn's tip touched the belt buckle on the waistline; grunting it's last breath as the war rhino was no more. He then took the Immortal Arsti spear out of the corpse's eye and started to leave. When muscle failed, they turned to their magic as a black intricate fashioned urn impacted in front of him; exploding into shards of fragments that forced him to turn his back and cover himself with his fur cape. He looked up and found that while the war rhino charged forward as a diversion, the Persians had sent their grenadiers to finish the job; a dirty tactic to attack with their opponent's back turned. Aristagoras it seemed wasn't the honorable king that he made himself appear to be to all these forces he commanded

Persian Magicians wore black to golden edged and cyan scrollwork to decorated colored robes while wearing a conical helmet, the bottom rim was studded around with a rectangular link of inner rectangular pattern segments all around from the top; a round dome capped Norse helm based face shield worn by actual Vikings rather than horns that are liabilities to the warriors and raiders of the cold regions, a series of long North African bride beads that ran down from sides of the front and thick meandros pattern based striped biceps as the conical tops were flat on either side like a rectangular slab and rounded shape on both sides just like a dervish hat. Their bombs on the other hand were small round jars that had the top of which shaped like a inverted rounded edged trapezoid, studded along the top rim above the design which was a scrollwork pattern consisting of various vines to leaves decorated; in the middle of it all is a fuse that was lit to detonate, sending ceramic shards to grievously wound the opposing side which was quite nifty. Persia was traveling across China to get their hands on firecrackers to put each one inside for a deadly blast, now in truth they're urns filled with naptha as the Persians did use them in historical times but that's still pretty nifty; they're being fancy today with this battle. There are various pieces of the beads that hung from the front had circular collar plates as well as small rectangular cylinders that hung in the top to middle to bottom sections for variety. Being the grenadiers of the empire, these Achaemenid foes were called in for assistance in the campaign to introduce their religion through explosive results that would soon come to be announced by their king; this is neither what Darius nor his son Xerxes would be pleased to see as Aristagoras had thoughts of using the captured Vikings as slaves for his army, ignoring the formal policy of which stood against traditional chattel slavery. But he was a tyrant compared to those two good rulers and made sense he wouldn't follow their beliefs. Now these Magicians stayed true to the name on which they're classified as, they're as evermore deadly as the Immortals but they do their part more than well enough to be considered the best of the elite just as much as they do theirs too. If forcing a chief like Stoick to defend himself only with his cape that was made of fur was enough to pin him down, then Aristagoras didn't mind at all but this Viking had plans of his own

Forced to cover himself to stop the shards of urn fragments from cutting into his skin and pierce his femoral artery, his fur cape could only withstand so much of the shards but what about the sparks that blew when the bombs did? Hair and fur can ignite but with so little fuel to burn, the fires cannot comprise the integrity of the cape so he was safe still; he needed to come up with a plan though and a plan he did as he forced himself to run forward to the Persian Magicians, the shield taken from his fallen Viking friend who spent long nights drinking in the Great Hall and dying on that same day to join Odin's side in Valhalla on the battlefield. He blocked the shards that were sent flying everywhere to all directions minus the front that was guarded, he ran with the Immortal Arsti spear he still held in his hand before he threw it towards his attacker. He was too late to react when he saw that spear being thrown at him and was sent flying once it struck through his stomach halfway, the force carrying him through the air as the bomb he held in his hand was thrown backwards to the pile of bombs that were being thrown up to the other three Magicians by supporting soldiers; when they saw that spear and corpse sent their direction as well as that rogue bomb that was lit, the only thing they could do was run like hell. The rogue bomb slowed down in it's tumble to the pile of other unlit bombs that were standing by, with an Persian Immortal carrying a shield quickly dispatching a Meathead Viking seeing this before he spun around to block the immense explosion that followed soon after; it's like a backdraft of which that sent forth a pyroclastic cloud of flames that travelled through the lanes of houses to catch, immolate and kill Stoick who saw the bright light coming from the left side. His face said it all when he witnessed the cloud of flames that blew sparks racing towards him, he was forced to run for it with his back turned and didn't stop; making a leaping jump just as the flames had splashed against the house where he once stood behind and ended there

It wasn't just the Berkians, Meatheads and to the lesser extent Chilblainians who were fighting off this assault by a well respected empire; the Berserkers were present as per the treaty which was renewed to keep their alliance secured after the time he attacked back then as Oswald the Antagonistic. Though he would later disappear in search of troubling questions in need of the answers he sought out believing they would never be revealed, for now he would stay and fight with his allied friend to whom became great enough to be remembered and defended by when his son Dagur would spite him for changing his ways. To not describe his appearance would be a crime as his helmet had a single rectangular stripe that went overhead in the middle, aligned in spikes with a studded rim while the horns on the two sides were conical and slanted a little bit upwards; being a railings to charcoal grey color as the helmet itself was an avocado to axolotl olive green color, his tunic on the otherhand was a gordons to medium and seaweed green as the edges sported a knotwork pattern. The rest of his outfit was a uniform to moss and a sage to russian green color, the brown leather studded vest was a medium to gordons green color although the outer edges were studded while the rest was not on the front; he wore a pair of studded bracers with a thick rectangular studded belt that had the Berserker's crest directly on the front. Wearing pebble grey pants with ludlow falls olive green edged shadow grey boots as well as a black pouch on the right and a hanging sheathed dagger on his left front, wielding an axe made for a Berserker chief like him. Long as the cedar brown handle with bandaged strips wrapped up to where it stopped at the exposed halfway point that was barren, and above that were another row of bandaged strips that made it to the axehead which had a studded cylinder that was short; a sharp conical spike at the top with the axe blade going straight at the top just before curving a little bit up at the front and then curving downward into a sharpened point, the inner blade behind went vertically up as it then formed a overarching curve that barbed inward at the halfway point and then going back inward resembling a rounded tipped rectangular gap to describe the shape. The front and back sides had a horizontal triangle at the back end as the top and the bottom slanted both up and downwards respectively as if it were a sword, that line having been studded in the middle of that horizontal line from the triangle's tip to the middle of the broad cutting edge of the axe. His beard curved from both the left to the right sides all the way over to the middle as the lower tips were lower-half shaped cylindrical capped tips that're mostly large, with a smaller one in between each of them as he sported a downwards slanted mustache that sloped above and underneath as if it were the lower half of a X-letter shape; his eyes were as basil green as they were hunter and his eyebrows barbing up into tips when they met at the closest center of the front. His dagger was a solid rectangular handle that slanted to the lower left side like a trapezoid with two studded bolts on the front to the back, the blade of which although sheathed was silver as it went horizontal before curving up into a barb from the tip before going downwards just as it went back to the handle. One more thing to mention was his battleskirt was the same as his tunic including the lower edged border that went around, so as to point that one out. Finally, he's true to his name as a respectable man but his son Dagur is known to speak ill and will shout at the devil to anyone who speaks positive of him; he's even said to have sired a daughter but her whereabouts are unknown as she was separated from and lost to the seas, wherever she is now lives with a nice and caring family even if he never sees her again at the time he vanishes from the Archipelago

Oswald swung his axe across four soldiers who were slashed and chopped two in half before he got tackled to the ground by an Immortal while another who wielded a panjagan was ready to shoot him with five arrows at the ready, it was not by chance that Stoick came to the rescue as he uppercutted the first one and took the hit that was dampened thanks to the armor which he wore underneath; however that still hurt due to two of the five arrows punching through but he wasn't about to show weakness now. He carried the man over his shoulder and headed to safer ground before he laid him down up against the supportive beam

Asking for the location of Mogadon, Oswald informed him that he's fallen back to the forest as with most of his men who sought out shelter from the reign of arrows to catapult and ballistas that were falling from the skies on the coastal edge of Berk. Stoick tells him to leave the village and return to his men in the forest, he has a plan to funnel and limit the Persian forces so that they can take them head on with ease. But as the two chiefs made a run to the entrance leading to the forest, something came up into his mind that the people he accounted for including the likes of Hoark the Haggard, Burnthair the Broad, Phelmga the Fierce, Ack and even his brother Spitelout; he didn't take into mind that his son was still out there and neither was Fishlegs with them. His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a war elephant who ran with every step quivering the ground, it's blunt and broad trunk smacking away Oswald who slammed the blade of his axe into the earth to stop himself from sliding; returning to Stoick's side when he guarded the elephant's uppercut. The two chiefs of the Hooligans and the Berserkers stood side-by-side with their respective axes, now it's personal as Oswald had his spiked shield with a black ring surrounding the outer rim of the five spikes present and the boss in the middle itself; a shield seen on their longship vessels even. The war elephant trumpeted in alarm and surprise when the two chiefs threatened it with their axes to chop through the armor it bore on it's thick skin and natural ivory white colored tusks, as white as the skin on Hiccup and to a personal extent to the chief; Valka as his son bore the resemblances to her after all

Unlike the first war elephant that Hiccup killed albeit with great struggle, these ones are the actual ones that were used by the Persian Army but on their backs carried the Immortals who took position atop of a wide vertical rectangular shaped box that had battlement walls; all of which surrounded the passengers to guard them from even the portable catapults of Berk, it resembled that of what stood at the shores on the beach where Hiccup first started when the alarm was blown through the Thunderdrum shaped horn standing atop of a seastack. All four corners retained one half of a onion dome shape that had inward curling tips, but if these are to rampage through a very special someone's swamp then Shrek's not happy. These ones had been given softer, thinner but even more durable cloths that're overlaid atop their backs; it's edges bordered with their reflective painted scrollwork of foliage that didn't include flowers, the edges also had vertical bars that held banners to their empire in full regard. Battlements on all four sides had open gaps for the Immortals to fire their panjagans, grenades and station camelthorn archers of their elite forces atop the high advantage; the war elephants even had a ballista mounted on them which involved taking the long horizontal bar up the front, bring it back until it flipped down behind it and with the wheel reared back this fired the spearbolt towards whoever was a fool to stay in the line of sight since these siege engines have an long range to each of them fitted on. Their tusks were extended a little more forward for impaling but to a deadlier motion as the starting line had a thick band around the beginning, following up with a smaller sized stripe that had a horizontal rectangular sized gap in between that and the last thinnest band where the tips of the tusks curved a little inward before lunging out to the front; having a slight upward slope that then slightly curved down into a near hooked tip. Their trunks were aligned with several pyramid shaped spikes that went down to the blade at the front, easier to slash with a flick at the tip as it was clasped on with a thick armored stripe cuffing around it; three more came from behind to support the serrated and wavy fang shape blade that sloped downwards a little bit for stabbing. Like before their feet were raised from the ground a little thanks to the soles having hoof like shoes underneath them, the front of these had a cylindrical edged line of five outward facing bumps that formed the fingers of an paw like shape on the bottom of the four soles to the war elephants feet. Around their neck is three beltstraps alongside a horizontal round bar for them to keep them in control, chains drooping on either side of the rings acting as the reigns to these clumsy beasts if it were on a cliffside; with one beltstrap going across the middle of it's face where the warpaint had been applied but is dry enough to not be smeared like it's been when it was still wet. Both starts of the tusks had a smooth thick clasp around them, a cylindrical shaped gap came in the middle; followed up by a longer vertical cylinder shape that was studded on both the top and bottom edges around, the middle of them were ribbed across several times with both the secondary top to bottom edges being smooth. The top of the elephant's face was a facial covering helm studded on the edges and ribbed across the middle, the warpaint was also applied atop of it too as the former can be seen on more than simply the face alone; and the bottom of the tip where the adorned blade of the trunk was had backward slanting scallop blades also near the tip, for tearing out some organs after stabbing a enemy of theirs. Their legs were wrapped in studded beltstrapped fur from the coldness of Berk, and armored with shinguards that kept a Viking out of reach from striking these beasts at their limbs; even the backside from behind was covered with armor that had a open hatch for business that requires them taking a load off their intestines, courtesy of the Persians who bred these war elephants. Aristagoras had his war elephant carry a palanquin which he was most with all certainty in right now, taking a stroll across the besieged village of the Hairy Hooligans Tribe as it's all a matter of time right before the Vikings fall and they reign with their sacrament of purification completed; oh but that is the beginning according to himself. To kill these beasts, aim for the eyes and send a message to their brain as well as use their unpredictable clumsiness to send them off those slippery edges they walk along and down to their graves below

Above the war elephant's back were Immortals who loaded their five shots into the panjagans and aimed for the exposed areas that were left unguarded by either chief who dealt with their beast, rearing back on it's hind legs in an attempt to crush them both. Stoick and Oswald looked toward each other and nodded, both were ready to execute their plan in motion as the two are a mile away from the creature

"Persians!" Stoick shouted and flipped the axe in his hand

"Come and shoot us!" Oswald followed up on

The Persian Flayer who whips the soldiers and creatures alike into battle drew back his leather whip before lashing it against the war elephant who followed the orders given to it, charging to the two chiefs. This assault was far from over and what of the fate of Hiccup who was last seen having crashed into the guard tower in the village? Is he alive and still fight off whatever comes forth? But most importantly, will he reach Gobber in the end to inform him of the weakness of the Persian Triremes?

Find out for next time when his fate will be revealed and more of the Persian Army is shown in this attack on Berk that is more than what is being shown here... time will tell what happens to our hero