When the Nightmare Ends
In the wide field Archer swerved and blasted her way through the hordes of nightmares Pitch sent at her. She loved her new bike. It was so fast. Not to mention Hiccup had outfitted it with an arsenal of weapons. Locking on to some nightmares through her helmet she blasted them with her bike's plasma blasters. With the way clear she headed straight for Pitch.
Pitch glared ad growled in frustration. He raised his hands up to summon more nightmares before sending them at Archer. It frustrated him to no end that he wasn't battling Frost. He had been looking forward to finally destroying him. But no matter, Archer would just have to die in his place.
The nightmares charged her. Coming at her with the intent to rip her apart. But she just blasted them. Scattering their bodies to the winds. When she reached Pitch she drove around him in a wide circle while blasting at him. But Pitch would defend himself with walls of spiraling black sand.
"Ye know what Pitch! You're not so scary!" Archer called out tauntingly as she circled him. Pitch glared before sending sand waves at her. But she would swerve and weave out of the way. Archer smiled to herself. She was getting to him.
"Ah mean, what's so scary about a man who had to steal his magic from someone else?" She cackled.
Pitch's blood boiled as he summoned more sand. Throwing his arms out he attempted to hit her. To make her shut up.
"Oh boohoo. Nobody notices me. Woe is me."
"SHUT UP!" Pitch roared. He sent a massive wave at her. It was too big to dodge in time. But with a smile Archer activated the boosters on her bike. Fire shot out from her boosters. She shot forward and narrowly avoided the wave. And in his anger Pitch hadn't left any to shield himself. Taking aim, she fired.
Powerful plasma blasts struck Pitch in the chest. Sending him flying back. He hit the gorund with a shout before rolling and skidding along the grass to a stop. Picking himself up, he glared at Archer who was coming straight at him.
Narrowing his eyes he summoned more black sand. It swirled around him, obscuring him from view before dissipating. And when it cleared Pitch was atop a giant Pitch black horse. Spiky and skeletal with menacing amber eyes it stomped and tore at the ground. Pitch meanwhile constructed black metallic armor for himself. Lastly, he called forth his black scythe. Grabbing onto his nightmare steed he ushered it forward to meet Archer.
Archer was a little surprise at Pitch's sudden turn to offense. But she revved her bike and kept going straight for him. She fired at him. Attempting to bring him down. But he would block and destroy the plasma bolts with his scythe.
When they got near each other Pitch smiled before cocking back his scythe. Prepared to take her head off. Seeing this Archer hit the break and leaned left, ducking under the dangerous black blade before veering in another direction. But peering over her shoulder, she saw Pitch coming after her. His eyes full of murder and hatred.
Eventually he caught up to her. Keeping pace as his horse galloped along her left side. With a maniacal smile he raised his scythe to slash at her. And then he swung. He was sure he was about to finisher her off. Bit to his surprise she blocked his scythe with something. Something that looked like a glowing red sword.
Having put the bike on autopilot, Archer drew Inferno and parried his slash. She swung back, using her left hand to swipe, slash, and stab at him. Their weapons clashed. Pitch had to keep repairing his scythe as he noticed the burning hot sword nearly always destroyed his. After his next slash was parried his eyes went wide as he noticed a small crossbow in Archer's right hand. She fired.
A small bolt pierced his horse's side. And then in a beep it exploded. That blast destroyed his horse. He yelped in surprise as he went sprawling and rolling along the ground. Only managing to save himself from major injury due to summoning black sand to cushion his fall.
Slowly picking himself up, he spotted Archer in the distance. She was on her bike, just watching him. She gave him a patronizing wave before she revved her engine.
Pitch glared and snarled at her. She was making a fool out of him. He would show her. He would show her what the king of nightmares and fear could do.
With a shout he raised his hand up before slamming both his palm against the ground. A moment later a giant mass of sand was headed for Archer. It was huge and almost like a tidal wave. He was that demented to wipe her out.
Archer knew she wouldn't be able to void it. So with a sigh she revved her bike and flew straight at it. She primed all remaining missiles and set the plasma core inside the bike to self-destruct.
Then slowing down just enough, she leapt off it. The bike went straight for the wave. And right before it was going to be engulfed by it, it exploded. All the missiles on it and the plasma core created a giant explosion that utterly blew the wave of sand away.
Pitch gaped in shock before covering his eyes. Sand and dust flew everywhere and his view of Archer was obscured. But squinting his eyes he suddenly made out her form bursting from the smoke and coming straight at him. In her right hand was her sword.
Raising his arms he formed a wicked black arrow and fired at her. But when the arrow came close she raised up her left arm. The arrow collided and broke as it came into contact with a shimmering barrier. Pitch growled in annoyance before firing at her some more. But she simply kept her arm up, blocking the arrows with the cursed barrier.
Eventually she came too close and he had no choice but to fight her. He summoned two black sword as they began to stab and slash at each other. But his were no match for that burning sword of her. With one swipe she slashed through the blade of both his swords before she delivered a painful burning cut across his torso.
Pitch howled as the blade of her sword seared his skin. He brought his hands up to his chest and glared at her as she kept coming.
With a shout he formed battle axe in his hand before raising it above his head and swing it downward. Intending to cleave her in two. But she stopped and raised her left arm. The blade of the axe collided with the barrier and broke into tiny bits of sand before with a spin on her heel, she kicked him across the jaw.
Pitch was spun before he crashed to the ground. Her close combat skills obviously better than his own. He backpedaled away s she advanced with her sword pointed at him.
In desperation he decided to use on last trick. He decided to use his fear manipulation to destroy her. He summoned a spiraling column of black sand around her.
Archer cursed as she was once again surrounded by that black sand. And just like before when it passed she was surrounded by blackness. No signs of anything could be made out. All she could do was wait.
"I'll admit. You had me Archer. But I've won now," Pitch called out confidently.
"Oh? How's that then?" Archer challenged.
"Maybe you knew how to break free of my powers before. But with the heightened strength of the spirits, your fears will destroy you," Pitch said darkly.
And in the next moment, Archer was bombarded with waves of pure terror. Every dark thought and fear she'd ever experienced in her whole life crashed down on her. Dredged up from the depths of her mind. They brought her to her knees as she dropped inferno. Her bow clattered to the ground from her back.
She shook her head and grabbed at her temples as the suffocating fear threatened to overwhelm her. Suddenly a familiar cry was heard. Archer looked u and to her horror, she was once again forced to witness the moment when Hiccup was about to be killed.
She watched as Drago approached his downed body, pike in hand and ready to end the life of the man she loved. And there she was. Once again helpless to stop it. Tears began to come to her eyes. She began to sob and sniffle as they threatened to burst free.
Her mind and body were being overloaded with fear. She started to hyperventilate. She suddenly couldn't breath. She fell onto her hands as she fought to remain conscious.
It couldn't end like this. It just couldn't.
That was what she told herself. But it wasn't helping. She felt…helpless. Just like when she was forced to watch Hiccup be stabbed and about to die.
And then, a faint blue light suddenly appeared out of the corner of her eyes. Looking up and over, she saw it was a wisp. It bobbed up and down and waved at her. It whispered to her.
And for some reason, she felt slightly better. Its faint blue glow lit up the darkness as she suddenly remembered something.
She'd saved Hiccup. She'd protected them both. Even when it seemed hopeless she hadn't given up. She'd fought. No matter how afraid she'd been. No matter how futile it may have been.
And suddenly, she found the small spark of courage remaining inside of her. A piece that no amount of fear could ever completely snuff out. Her hand brushed against a warm buzzing object. And looking down, she saw it was her bow.
The symbols were glowing. A brilliant blue light that beckoned for her to pick it up. She snatched it up and drew an arrow. This arrow was special. In it was a tiny plasma core. Dangerous and very explosive. The head was shaped like a small black dragon. Its mouth opened and a blue light emanating from it.
She notched the arrow and drew back on the string. The bow itself became engulfed in the blue flames just like it had before. They roared and blazed, their light pushed the darkness back. The wisp whispered into her ear.
Whipping around she fired. The wisp merged with the arrow head and covered it in blue flames. It roared as it sailed across the darkness. And when it reached the edge…
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The pained scream of Pitch was heard as the arrow suddenly burned away the darkness. All around the darkness fell way as the world around her became clear. Ahead of her was Pitch. His cloak and body were on fire. The blue flames burned at him. And no matter what he did, he couldn't put them out.
He screamed and shrieked as he ran around in a mad attempt to escape the flames. Then suddenly his gauntlet was pierced by another arrow. It exploded, sending metal shrapnel into his hand and arm. He screamed and shrieked as he clutched his bleeding hand to his chest.
"HEY PITCH!"
Pitch turned in the direction of the shout just as Archer had leapt at him. His eyes widened and he was too late to react as Archer smashed her right knee square into his face. A sickening crunch was heard as she broke his nose. Blood spurted out as he was knocked off his feet. He landed on his back hard.
With a groan he attempted to sit up. His body screamed in protest. His mind and vision spun and his ears rang.
And then with a final released of air his shoulder sagged and he fell back. A moment later he was out cold.
Archer stood there proudly as she stared at the downed Pitch. When he was out she smiled at her victory.
But then her knees gave out. She fell to the grass and panted in exhaustion.
Using the bow as she had was definitely going to take some getting used to. Reaching into her pocket, she threw the containment disk onto Pitch's chest. It activated and trapped him in the blue energy filed. Cutting off his magic and trapping him.
Taking a breath, she slowly got her feet under her. Then she trudged her way to the stone.
Raising a finger to her ear, she pressed won on her ear piece.
"Fury, Pitch is down. Stone is secure," she said aloud.
"Good job Archer. Standby," Fury replied.
"Roger that," she said in confirmation.
With that she stood up and scanned the area. It wasn't over just yet.
They still had Gothel's stone left. And then hopefully Hiccup could defeat Mor'du.
New Chapter. Hope you like.
Dlh024: Astrid and the other would be dragon riders don't know he is Night Fury. Should anything happen to him, he has Jack and Eve.
Guest: the stories kind of revolve around all of them. Though this one is a little more Hiccup and Merida. I like them better i suppose. Plus i think Hiccup makes the best leader out of all of them.