Lightning flashed in the ground below, creating lines of deadly power around each and every person standing. The dead bodies spread across the island from both sides; evil and good, soon faded to ashes and blew away with the cool breeze cast over Berk.
Hiccup's hair blew in all directions, like everyone else's, as the power got stronger and stronger, but as quick as it had started, it all changed directions towards the Good Alpha. It roared in acknowledgement towards his new master and slowly started moving towards the Evil Alpha once Hiccup gave it his silent command.
He disconnected his staff with the ground and everything turned into a bright light. No one could see anything or anyone else but their own body as they looked down at themselves or averted their gaze from the bright source.
Then, all at once, it disappeared; and so had both the Good and Evil Alphas.
Hiccup smiled satisfied and gave Drago a loop-sided grin. "I think this seems more…fair," He chuckled slightly at Drago's wide eyes, but copied his expression as Drago looked back at him half-glaring and half-challenging him to go further on.
"Show's me you're just more of a coward," Drago smirked, holding his staff tightly. His hand shook slightly, but he hid it well behind his personal mask.
"No," Hiccup corrected him. "It shows me that I have the guts to protect my people," he stepped closer to his enemy and glared dagger into his dark grey eyes. "Unlike you."
"Unlike me?" Drago laughed, slightly nervous as he looked at his old crew's glaring eyes. Both had almost forgotten about the little audience they had, and both were just as surprised to the fact that they were more interested in them than fighting each other (which was unusual because Vikings usually fought to blow off every bit of steam they carried).
"Yup," Hiccup said, popping the p. "I'm pretty sure that now since you got that 'oh-so-mighty-power', a few screws loosened up in here," he tapped his temple.
"I don't need brain when I have brawn," Drago chuckled which caused Hiccup to make another eye-roll.
"Proves just my point," he muttered. Hiccup held his staff tightly and moved in position. He pointed the staff at Drago challengingly. "Let's end this. Now."
"My pleasure," Drago grinned and knocked the staff away from his face before kicking Hiccup in the side. Hiccup stumbled slightly, but caught his footing and swung the staff at Drago's head. The enemy ducked and the whole area soon became a battlefield for the two spirits.
They teleported, vanished into thin air, and appeared on a cliff side. Each leaped on one another and either missed before vanishing again. The crowd parted and made a gap in the middle as metal hit metal in between them. An area was created, looking like a self-made arena with people as the barriers around the two fighting in the center.
Hiccup and Drago roared and leaped, a flash of power bursting from either of their staff's. The ground shook violently at each hit, but neither of them was affected by it. Eret and Stoick cast each other a look and nodded.
"Retreat to the boats!" Eret commanded his men, ushering them away from the fight with his sword. The soldiers pushed past the ruins and scurried down to the ships docked to the island. Stoick waved and pushed his people away from his son and the enemy as their power grew stronger for each second.
"Everyone to the Great Hall! We have to take cover!" Stoick yelled over the Berkian people who were struggling their way up to the Great Hall. They hurried up the stairs, jogged past boulders and streamed in and soon filled the hall with every bit of space they could get.
"Just. Leave. ALREADY!" Drago growled, stabbing his pointy staff towards Hiccup between each word. His opponent struggled to dodge, but managed to go undamaged before he made his own move. Hiccup dropped his weapon and reached out for his head. Drago quickly slammed his hand away, making it snap. But no cry escaped Hiccup.
Instead he jumped back on both his arms, doing a back flip, before landing swiftly on his feet, well foot, with his hand perfectly fine again. "Was that really necessary?" Hiccup raised an eyebrow. Drago growled in response.
"Don't go all cocky on me now wimp," Drago brought his staff down at Hiccup's shoulder, but Hiccup dodged it and kicked him in his side, sending him with a force so great it sent him through a cliff side and out the other end. He plummeted down to the ocean, but before hitting the water he disappeared.
Hiccup kicked his staff back in his hands and bent his knees slightly so he could get ready to dodge the next attack. He looked around carefully, walking in a small circle as his glowing blue eyes searched through the ruins.
A loud cracking sound appeared by the top of the stairs to the Great Hall. Hiccup shot his head to the top and gasped. The statues crumbled down to pieces and blocked the entrance. An earthquake broke free and the dust pushed past Hiccup was he quickly headed up the stairs. He jumped up to skip some steps and get up quicker, but a black blur slammed into him and knocked him down.
Hiccup groaned, pushing himself up from the small crater. He shook his head and out of the dizziness just in time to block Drago's staff with his forearms in a cross. The force made the ground below crack and he sank lower and lower into the ground as Drago pounded him like hot metal.
Each blow caused the dirt to separate from the ground and blow away with the cold breeze cast over Berk, filling the tick air up with smoke. He tried to keep his knees from buckling as he forced his arms to be his shield. He caught something moving in the corner of his eye and slowly moved his head to see. His whole body trembled from the pressure.
A sigh in relief escaped his lips as he spotted Eret and a few from his crew, digging the Berkians out of the Great Hall. He quickly rolled away as the next blow came and kicked him to the ground. Drago tripped and fell face first in the grass. Hiccup grabbed his ankle and made them teleport away from the working men. He pinned him down.
Drago squirmed roughly beneath his grip. He had a disadvantage now that his staff was knocked out of his hand and he only had three limbs to protect himself with. He got ready to put them to good use against his enemy, but Hiccup read his mental plans and pinned the rest of him down.
"GET OFF!" Drago roared. Hiccup pouted slightly.
"What? You're not going to give me an excuse for doing so?" He tilted his head teasingly, tightening his grip. "There's no use to try to disappear," Hiccup grinned. "You and I both know you can't do anything without your precious staff."
Drago grunted, but didn't stop trying to fight back. He trashed and kicked, well tried to, under his grip, but nothing happened. Hiccup stayed unmoving with his body while his muscles worked on holding him down. He drew back his hand on Drago's left, metal shoulder and quickly slammed his fist into his ribs.
The air was knocked roughly out of Drago's lungs and he remained unmoving to catch his lost breath. Hiccup took it has his opportunity to run over to his staff. He smacked Drago's head with the end and grabbed his dirty locks of hair in a fist.
Eret and his men worked quickly to remove the boulders. They heard violent punches slam against the door from the inside which encouraged them to move faster. Rock after rock, boulder after boulder was thrown away or pushed away and down the stairs to make room.
"Dig out one of the doors!" Eret yelled, panting. His arms felt weaker and weaker by the second as he threw away rocks and dug in the gravel with his hands as shovels. He pushed a large block of stone away from the door and let it fall down the stairs.
Boom.
The wooden doors cracked as they shook violently. Eret's men backed away after pulling their leader away.
Boom.
They listened closely as voiced were heard behind the walls. Eret looked at his men slightly unsure.
Boom.
"Are they…cheering?" Eret backed away further. "I'm kinda regretting saving these maniacs now," he mumbled, but yelped as timbers broke loose and flew away from the door.
Snap.
A hole burst open and splints of wood flew everywhere. Eret's men, including himself, covered themselves with their arms as it rained wood on them. Gravel filled the open hole until there wasn't anything left.
Men grunted and took deep breaths from the inside before averting their gaze away from the broken table by their feet and the broken door.
Sun beams shone upon the Vikings. Sweat glistened on their foreheads while heavy pants escaped their dried and bruised lips. Stoick stepped forward and looked up at the shadow standing on the pile of gravel. He smiled gratefully at the figure and extended his hand.
Eret looked down at the chieftain by the end of the path and watched closely as he extended his hand. He slowly took a step down and twisted it ninety degrees to keep his footing. He bent his knees and grabbed Stoick's forearm with a warm smile.
Stoick copied his movements and gripped it tightly in a manly handshake. "Allies?" He looked up at him with determined, yet slightly hopeful, eyes. Eret smirked.
"Allies."