This chapter contains blood and death!

Taking revenge

Is not the way

Astrid pushed another one of Drago's men down into the sea below them. Drago's eleven ship were filled with armed men and three boats had been docked at Berk's harbor and out came running armed men trying to get to the village.

Astrid had jumped off Stormfly and tried to push as many enemies down to the sea so they could drown with that heavy metal armor they were wearing. Stormfly was circling over her, shooting everyone Astrid couldn't see or hit at the moment.

A battle roar to Astrid's left made her know that Tuffnut was near her and a moment later she saw him run straight into the crowd of the armed men, with his swords high, ready to kill.

The familiar sound of a plasma blast was heard in the distance as she hit a man in his face and took her axe from her back and hit him again, making him fall.

"Astrid!" Snotlout shouted over the yells of people and weapons clashing each other. Astrid looked up and saw Snotlout on Hookfang. "They're soon in the middle of the village! We need everyone to back up!"

Astrid nooded to him and she turned to every Berkian person she could see. "I want everyone back to village and knock down every of Drago's men that comes in your path!" The chiftness shouted and felt the crowd of people go back to the village.

Finn could see everyone run up from the harbor, Berkian and Drago's men fighting each other while trying to move.

Three people stood on each house roof, waiting to draw their bows so they could fire arrows from a high ground. They could have been on their dragons, but not everyone were skilled at shooting arrows on a dragon that wouldn't be still as standing on the ground.

Finn had Lyrke around his feet, camouflage so the enemies didn't know that a dragon was protecting him.

The village was getting crowded and Finn aimed at set the arrow loose. It hit his neck and blood came pouring out. Finn didn't have time to think about it before he sat another arrow loose and it went flying right to its target.

Archery was what he and his sister Vylma had been trained at since they were kids while Stoick and Magnhild had trained with axes and swords. Sure, Vylma and Finn could swing an axe and Stoick and Magnhild could shoot an arrow and Vylma had over the years prefered the axe over the bow, but Finn loved the way the arrow went loose from the bow and flew to the target.

The only problem was when he was out of arrows and he needed to find more arrows or fight with his hands or a weapon. He may be good at archery and could fire arrow after arrow, but his arms started to shake after pulling so much weight and then the thought of fighting someone while holding and lifting an axe or sword made him tired. Thank the gods for gronckle iron.

Vylma could hear dragons roar and people yelling when she saw Berk. Ships were on fire and she saw at least three houses on fire. Dragons flying everywhere and she could see Toothless plasma blasts shooting at Drago's ships.

"Come on, let's fly around Berk." she said to Brie.

They could have a better look of what was going on if they came from the north side of Berk and as a surprise.

It was good that they changed course, because they saw three men that wasn't Berkians. The two men behind the one in the middle had bow and arrows on them. Vylma halted Brie to a stop when she saw the three men walking in the woods.

She followed the men with her eyes and saw that they were headed to the beach. Well not if she and Brie could stop them first.

Brie landed on a cliff and Vylma jumped down to the ground, with the sea before and under her and the start of the beach to her left.

"Hey!" she shouted and the three men stopped and turned to her.

Vylma's heart stopped for a few seconds before anger consumed her. "Drago." she cursed and Brie growled.

The thick dreads (that were grey now), scarred face, the foreign clothes and of course how everyone describes him; tall, broad, scary looking and his left arm gone by a dragon. Here he was in flesh and blood, on Berk started another war just because he hates dragons, and probably the whole isle of Berk.

Drago chuckled. "Aren't you a tuff one. Standing with a bow across your chest in a dress?" he laughed and the two men behind him did so as well.

Vylma snorted. "And I thought your hair was black."

The men behind him grinned at that, but made Drago angry. "Why don't you and your dragon fly off? If you don't want your dragon to get hurt that is."

Brie growled at him so angrily Vylma was glad that she was her best friend.

"What are you doing here and not in the battle with your men?" Vylma challenged, holding the string of her bow with her left hand.

Drago took a step toward her. "They'll tear down Berk perfectly on their own and," he now looked out to the sea, Vylma glanced back to see what he was looking at. "With those ships coming in the north, burning down the great hall. Berk is done."

Two ships were seen coming in to the beach. That's why Drago and these two men had come to the beach. He was going to lead these men through the woods and take the upper hand of the battle.

Vylma turned her head to Brie and she gestured with her head to the ships. Brie nodded and flew off while Vylma took the bow of her body and an arrow from the quiver, but didn't draw it. Not yet.

"You will not burn Berk down as long as I'm alive." Vylma growled and clenched her jaw.

"Who are you who thinks you can stop me? I'm Drago Bludvist!" he barked, face turned red with anger and the none patience of her interruption of the plan.

Vylma lifted her chin high. "Remember the name Haddock?" The fire of a nadder was heard and men screaming and jumping into the water.

"You're a Haddock?" Drago sneered and then he grinned. "Great, another one I can kill."

Vylma draw her bow, ready to shot. "You will never kill another Haddock." she hissed. The men behind him draw their bows, ready to shoot her.

Drago looked up to the sky and smiled, he then looked back at Vylma. "Oh, I think I will. Nock!"

The man on the left of Drago fired and flew pass Vylma's face, making her lose her arrow who hit Drago in his leg. He stumble down in pain and the other man fired at her.

Vylma saw it in slow motion. The arrow coming at her, than a body coming at her as a shield. She felt the body of her saviour falling on her, making Vylma grab the body by the waist and stumble back, until her feet didn't feel ground anymore and she and her saviour was falling down into the cold sea.

Who saved Vylma?