p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Dragon training started and as I was told, we learned about the Hideous Zippleback. It had made its gas cover up the whole arena, and I did as everyone else would've. I tried not to stand alone. Fishlegs backed away from the Zippleback and I followed his lead, hoping the dragon wouldn't find us. Around me I could hear the twins, Snotlout and Astrid scream. They must have met it already. Bucket's fell to the ground and water spread across the stone floor. A shadow comes from the gas which we both assume is the dragon. Without thinking about it, Fishlegs throws his water forward, but misses. I wait for the perfect time, and as it comes I throw it. Unluckily, the Hideous Zipplebacks head was too high, and it hit the floor a few inches away from me instead. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Most Viking teens would panic, but not me. I've got a backup plan. The Zippleback moves closer to me, sparking, but there was no explosion because the gas was too far out of reach. It starts sniffing me, just as I want it to, but backs away scared. I stand up, taking my hands forward as I take a few more steps closer to it. Then it backs away. Perfect. I felt eyes on me, but ignored them and kept on with my business. The Zippleback was in the cage, practically squeezing its way throw the stone walls. Underneath my fur vest I had hidden one of the eels, and also 'dried' my hands with its slimy skin. Not wanting to let the dragon hunt me again, I throw the eel in its cage, making it panic. With a brain like mine, I figured how to close the gates all by myself as I figured Gobber wouldn't mind helping me. When I turn around, everyone was staring at me, wide eyed. I've never had this much attention. Well, I have, but this time it was a positive attention from Vikings. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""So are we done now? Because I got some things I need to, yup, uhm, se-see ya tomorrow!" I said, panicking and running out of the arena. Good plan… Now they would just grow suspicious. But that's a good thing. I need to find a way of showing them that dragons mean no harm, but I also need to find out why they're raiding us. From my point of view, it's like they're being controlled. Sent by someone to do the dirty work for them. I just hope it's not a person./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Most Viking teens would panic, but not me. I've got a backup plan. The Zippleback moves closer to me, sparking, but there was no explosion because the gas was too far out of reach. It starts sniffing me, just as I want it to, but backs away scared. I stand up, taking my hands forward as I take a few more steps closer to it. Then it backs away. Perfect. I felt eyes on me, but ignored them and kept on with my business. The Zippleback was in the cage, practically squeezing its way throw the stone walls. Underneath my fur vest I had hidden one of the eels, and also 'dried' my hands with its slimy skin. Not wanting to let the dragon hunt me again, I throw the eel in its cage, making it panic. With a brain like mine, I figured how to close the gates all by myself as I figured Gobber wouldn't mind helping me. When I turn around, everyone was staring at me, wide eyed. I've never had this much attention. Well, I have, but this time it was a positive attention from Vikings. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;""So are we done now? Because I got some things I need to, yup, uhm, se-see ya tomorrow!" I said, panicking and running out of the arena. Good plan… Now they would just grow suspicious. But that's a good thing. I need to find a way of showing them that dragons mean no harm, but I also need to find out why they're raiding us. From my point of view, it's like they're being controlled. Sent by someone to do the dirty work for them. I just hope it's not a person./span/p