How to Train Your Dragon: the Novelization
Chapter 17: Rise of the Riders; Battle Against the Red Death
With the ships ablaze and the catapults destroyed, all the mighty Vikings of Berk could do was watch. Huddled together, without an opening out, Stoick, Gobber, and the remaining Vikings all watched at the two Titan Dragons before them. Draco sized up on his prey, his claws flexing and his tail blades opening and closing, as the Red Death merely just snarled. It was almost as if it remembered that this Golden Fleece was the one that knocked out three of its teeth. And now, it was time for Round Two for them both after twenty years.
"Stoick," Draco whispered to the Viking chief, getting his attention, "There's an empty shoreline on the other side of the island. When the time is right, get your people over there."
Stoick, being uncertain by this dragon, whispered in his shouting, "Why should I trust you? You nearly killed half the people at the coliseum a while ago."
"I only did it to save the Night Fury," Draco answered. "You've only got one chance to get your men to safety."
"Then I'll ask again," Stoick stated, "Why… should I trust you?"
Draco was silent for a moment, and then turned his head to face the Viking chief, "Because your son trusted me, as I trusted him."
Stoick went a little bit surprised, but Draco didn't stop to see his shocked face. He turned his attention back at the Red Death as the two began to circle at one another. They were like a pair of jungle cats, sizing each other, up, preparing for the battle to attack. But it was now just a question as to who would make the first attack. Luckily, it didn't take too long for one to attack the other, for the Red Death charged forward, roaring as its mouth was open, preparing to take a snap at Draco's neck.
Luckily, Draco dodged out of the way, and with a quick turn, clamped his jaws around the Red Death's throat. The giant behemoth roared aloud, and crashed into the mountain, trying to get the Golden Fleece off him. But apparently the thirty-foot dragon was not about to let go of the hundred foot behemoth. Draco was giving it like hell, gnawing at the Death's armored neck, while clawing at it with his front claws. But then, the Red Death smacked the Golden Fleece hard into the mountain, into his shoulder scar. This caused Draco to roar out in pain, allowing the Red Death to throw him off.
Then as Draco was trying to rebalance himself, the Red Death ran up to him, and clamped his jaw down his throat. Draco grunted at this, and tried to claw his opponent's armored face off, to get him to let go. The Death was pushing forward, attempting to break Draco's neck then and there. And wit would have snapped the wiser dragon's neck, had Draco not swing his axe-tipped tail out, and stabbed it in the back of the Red Death's neck, letting him go.
The Red Death recovered a bit, as Alvin shouted out from atop his dragon, "You can't keep this battle up, old lizard!"
Draco huffed as he roared back, "And neither can you two!"
The Red Death charged at him, attempting to bite him once again. But Draco was wise to the beast's attempts as it chased at his tail; dodging the beast's snapping sharp toothed jaws. Draco wasn't as fast enough, as the beast clamped onto the shoulder iwht the scar, causing Draco to roar out in pain. But bit at it, as he used both his front claws to grab the behemoth by the head, and standing on both his hind legs, flipped the Red Death over to the side, and onto its back.
Breaking away, the Red Death got back on to its feet, and charged back at Draco. The Golden Fleece wasn't playing around, as he delivered a powerful thrust strike at the gargantuan opponent. The Red Death staggered a bit but once again charged at the Golden Fleece. And at the last second before his head past Draco, the mighty Golden Fleece used his right wing to wrap around the Red Death's neck in a chokehold, and smashed his left clawed fist repeating down the beast's skull.
The Red Death tried to break free of its opponent's grip, but despite its height and strength, it was no match against Draco's strategy and evasiveness. However, Alvin could strategize as well, as he pulled out a loose sack of something, and threw it right at Draco's face, square in his eyes. The bag erupted with green misty smoke; it was Garlic Grass, and Draco had unintentionally inhaled some of the fumes. This caused the Golden Fleece to suddenly weaken and become a little woozy. This gave the Red Death more than enough chance to take down its opponent.
The mighty beast broke loose from Draco's chokehold, and rammed him straight into the side of one of the rock formations surrounding them. It shattered as Draco was halfway buried, and the Red Death bit at Draco's tail, pulling him out of the rubble, and into the side of the Volcano. Draco gasped in pain, but it wasn't over yet. The Red Death then bit at Draco's tail a second time, and tossed him right at the remaining boats that still remained standing. But before Draco even smashed into them, the Red Death let out a powerful fire blast that smashed into Draco, causing him to cry out in pain, and that pushed him into the boats. The mighty Golden Fleece was nearly on the verge of passing out, just as he was entangled in the burning wreckage of the boats he had smashed in… would slowly begin to sink.
Back with the Vikings
Stoick and managed to lead the Vikings down the way that led to the safe point on the island. They had done so during the confusion between the Golden Fleece and the Red Death's battle against each other. The Golden Fleece had honored its… his… part of the plan. He had kept the Red Death at bay, long enough for the Vikings to get this far from harm. But at this moment, Stoick had taken notice of the battle, and the Golden Fleece had begun to lose considerably. Normally, he would let the dragons duke it out, and start killing each other. But…
Because your son trusted me, as I trusted him.
Those words echoed in his head as he saw the Golden Fleece get thrown and shot at onto the burning boats. The Golden Fleece was struggling to try and stand up on its feet, but it crashed back down. It was obvious he was weakened and couldn't get back up. Though it was obvious that he was trying to regain his footing, but made up for it by shooting out streams of flames to still gain the Red Death's attention back to him and away from the Vikings.
"I was a fool…" Stoick said to himself as he watched this noble feat. He then looked to Gobber, "Gobber, follow the men out of here…"
Grabbing his war hammer and shield, Stoick the Vast gave his last commands to Gobber, Spitelout, and the other Vikings, "Keep evacuating the others to the other side as fast as possible. Take all the injured with you." he then sighed heavily as he gave them a smirk, "It's been an honor fighting alongside you all."
Leaving them behind, Gobber then followed after him, as he insisted, "I'm staying with you, just in case you're thinking of doing something crazy."
"I can buy us some time to get out , as well as give the Golden Fleece time to get back up, if I give it something to hunt!" Stoick was determined to at least do something right today. It was the least he could do for leading his army to certain doom, as well as drag the Golden Fleece into this, for reasons why he felt guilty about that were unknown.
Gobber grabs the General's shoulder, giving his friend a helpful smirk, "Then I can double that time."
The two smiled to one another, and the two old friends faced and charged out to where the monster… and the treacherous Alvin were.
Back on the Shore
Draco was groggily trying to fight off the effects of the Garlic Grass as much as he could. But he continued to slump to his belly, nearly falling asleep. He was almost on the verge of passing out, until he felt the shadow loom over him, as he looked up. There, the Red Death was looming over him from the shoreline, as was Alvin as he cried out, with an evil grin on his face, "It's been fun… my old teacher. But now… time to go extinct."
The Red Death began to breathe in deeply, getting ready for the gases to form and cook the enemy.
"HERE!"
"Ohohoho no… HERE!"
Alvin yanked at the reigns, causing the Red Death to stop its intended target, as the two looked down. There, yelling out battle cries, Alvin saw Stoick and Gobber running towards him, towards the behemoth. The two ran in separate directions, getting the beast into confusion, just as Draco slowly saw this, thinking they had lost their minds. Stoick yanked out one of the barrier beams, and threw it right at the Red Death's face. It crashed into the side of its cheek, not causing damage at all, but annoying it. Even Gobber was shouting out streams of curses.
Oy!" Gobber yelled, throwing a rock at the dragon's head. "I'm over here!"
The dragon turned to flame Gobber, but Stoick hurled another log spear at its jaw and made it turn to face the chief instead. "No, eat me!" Stoick yelled.
"No!" Gobber yelled, as the dragon turned its head again, confused, "Eat ME!"
Alvin sighed as he simply asked himself, "This is the best they could do?" He shook his head in disgust as he called out, "Cook them both, Ragnarok!"
Letting out another unearthly roar, the monster attempted to chomp down on its targets. However, the humans nimbly dodged it, and the dragon ate nothing but air and the shore's rocks. Frustrated the dragon took a step back, and prepares its fiery breath again, attending to do exactly what its master had ordered to in the first place. As the two old friends took one last look at each other, hoping that what they had done so far was sufficient to get their men to safety, they prepared themselves to dine in hell.
Draco looked in horror, as he was still weakened from the Garlic Grass and couldn't do anything. Alvin, on the other hand, smiled maniacally and cruelly, as the first to die would be Stoick the Vast.
BOOM!
Before the dragon could activate its all-destroying and extremely powerful flamethrower, a swift whistle sound was heard, almost as if something came down bombing right at the dragon. And then suddenly, a light blue plasma fire blast had struck it on its thick skull. Alvin, who wasn't hit by the strike, stumbled a bit, as he glared at a black blur that swiftly flew over past them from the explosion. Distracted, the dragon fell down a little, disabled for the time being.
Opening their eyes, both Stoick and Gobber looked up in surprise, to hear a triumphant roar. They weren't the only one to hear the triumphant roar, as Draco was awake enough to glimpse up at the sky to see what it was. And there, coming back to a round turn, slowing down to be seen, was Hiccup and Toothless.
Alvin saw this as he glared at Hiccup, shouting, "NOBLE EFFORT, HICCUP! BUT IT'LL TAKE MORE THAN YOU AND YOUR PATHETIC NIGHT FURY TO TAKE DOWN MY DRAGON!"
"You're gonna pay for that remark, Unfer!" Hiccup shouted, "And it's not just me or Toothless…!"
Suddenly, bombarding the Red Death's side, the beast stumbled suddenly. This caught the attention of all four adults as five other objects swooped over the Red Death. There, they all saw Astrid Hofferson and the rest of the Dragon Training teens of Berk, all riding dragon back on the dragons that were supposed to be locked up in the dragon training coliseum. Stoick's jaw nearly dropped at this confusion, as he mouthed off, 'What the…'
"Yeah, check it out," Tuffnut called out, swinging on his Zippleback head, "Check us out! We're all riding dragons! All of us!"
"YEEEEHAAAAAW!" was all that Syn shouted as she swooped to the side, as she rode her Volcanoback.
The teenagers all flocked into formation, circling and sizing up their prey. Draco, who was completely at awe at this scene, let a small smile spread on his scaly lips as he whispered, "the Great Dragon's Heaven Stars…"
Gobber walked up to Stoick as he placed his fist on his hip and pointed out, "Isn't that the biggest stubborn lot, you ever were." But all Stoick did in response to that, was simply nod dumbfounded at the sight in front of them both.
Back with the Dragon Riders
The teens circled above the Red Death, getting a good look at any ideas on a plan of attack. But Hiccup already knew what they needed… or who they needed. Hiccup knew that Draco was the only one powerful enough to fight against a dragon of such magnitude at this situation. But the problem was, they didn't know how to distract the Red Death long enough to weaken such a beast. And then, it hit him as he saw Fishlegs come up next to him and Toothless. Taking advantage of his vast knowledge and analytical skills, Hiccup requested for a brief breakdown and likely attack patterns of the behemoth standing between them and the end of the war.
"Fishlegs! The Red Death; break it down, now!" Hiccup pointed out, ordering Fishlegs.
"Okay, got it," Fishlegs nodded, and got a quick look at the beast, "Heavily armored skull and tail made for crushing; stay clear of the latter, don't bother with attacking it head-on. Small eyes, large nostrils; relies heavily on smell, maybe hearing too. Blindspot and shot limits: variables unknown. Though be very cautious of when it does shoot flames. Could possibly incinerate everything it hits."
"Thanks," Hiccup nodded, and then turned to the others, as he each gave the others further orders, "Fishlegs, Snotlout,! You two find its blind spot. Make some noise, keep it confused." he then looked to the twins as they rode on their Zippleback, and Syn on her Volcanoback, "Syn! Ruffnut and Tuffnut! I need you three to grab its attention, see if that thing's got a shot limit; make it mad!"
"That's what I do best!" Ruffnut replied with a smile, hinting some points to get Hiccup's attention.
"Since when?" Tuffnut pointed out, irking his sister, "Everyone knows I'm more irritating..." He proceeded to do so by flipping upside down, sticking his tongue out and be as annoying as possible. His Zippleback head also doing the same.
Those twins never catch a break, do they? "Just do as we're told," Syn shouted, ending the squabble, as she huffed, "Sheesh! You're annoying!"
Hiccup then looked to his left, where Astrid and her Nadder flew alongside them, "Astrid, you're with me. We've got to get Draco back on his feet!"
"Got it!" she nodded, and flew after him, as they nosed dived down below.
Meanwhile
The Red Death had readied itself back on its feet, about to finish the job on the Golden Fleece. And it would soon do so, until three shots of powerful flame blasts washed over the left side, and up to its face, causing it to roar out in annoyance than pain. Then, suddenly flying off from its left, going at jet speed, was Syn with her Volcanoback. It was about to attack him, but then suddenly, a violent explosion rocked its right side, as it turned and saw Ruffnut and Tuffnut, flying on their Zippleback.
"Bridle Back!" Tuffnut shouted.
"Slug Breath," Ruffnut added.
"Couldn't hit the broadside of my butt!" Tuffnut finished.
The Red Death was more than angry now, as it unleashed a powerful blast at the trio. Luckily, they dodged it in time, as they made a round pass to go back and infuriate it even more. But at the moment, both Fishlegs and Snotlout were currently making noise on both sides of the beast's head, smacking their weapons against their shields, making plenty of noise. Unfortunately, the two boys paled at the now horrified truth: this beast had more than two eyes. This was made apparent as four extra eyes sockets opened, revealing this beast had three eyes on each side, adding a total of six.
"Uh, this thing doesn't have a blind spot!", Fishlegs gulped out.
Back on the Shore
Both Hiccup and Astrid landed on the smothered wreckage, where Draco was tangled up. When both their dragons landed, they immediately bolted towards the dragon, and attempted to try and free him up. They grabbed the first board off, with the help of Toothless and the Nadder, and continued to move onward. At that moment, Draco managed to stir up awake, as he looked at the two, and saw Astrid with the Nadder, as he wealky spoke out, "The Nadder suits you well, my dear," he sighed heavily, his exhaustion setting in back once again, "You look… like a valkryie… child…" and finally passed out.
After seeing this, Astrid looked to Hiccup for answers, "Hiccup, what's wrong with him?"
"He must have inhaled some Garlic Grass," Hiccup deduced, just by looking at his mentor's exhausted state, "Unfer must have had some on him and used that against him."
"Well how do wake him up?"
Hiccup thought about it for a moment, but then the Red Death's roar caught his attention, as they turned to look to see how Fishlegs and the others were doing. So far they were holding up, but with Unfer assisting the Red Death, it wasn't gonna be easy. Hiccup sighed deeply, knowing Astrid wasn't gonna like it, but turned to her and ordered, "You're gonna have to go back to the others! Help them out!"
"What about you?" she asked out of concern.
"Don't worry, Toothless and I can take care of this," he insisted.
She knew that he was probably lying, but she also knew that he was right. So she ran towards her Nadder and hopped on, as the two flew back to the battle, leaving Hiccup and Toothless to continue to free the unconscious dragon once again.
Back with the Red Death
There was another loud roar, and lots of banging noises. "It's working!" Snotlout cried. "It's working!" Fishlegs echoed. Although they were happy to see that the noise worked, they weren't exactly aware that suddenly their mounts would be affected by the noise too. And sure enough...
"I lost power of the Gronkle!" Fishlegs cried, as his dragon circled like a down airplane. He only had a moment to toss Snotlout his hammer as his Nightmare crashed onto the side of the Red Death's head, "Snotlout, do something!" he then came crashing down on the ground, with his Gronkle sliding on the rocks. Finally, they skidded to a stop as Fishlegs cried out in glee, "I'm okay!" but then, the Gronkle tipped over, flattening Fishlegs underneath, as his muffled voice cried out, "… Less okay!"
The Red Death was on the move again, but luckily the Gronkle was awake again, as it scooped up a panicky Fishlegs off the ground. Meanwhile, up on the Red Death's eyes, Snotlout was smacking his hammer into the beast's eyes. It didn't destroy them, but merely blurred its vision as it shut them constantly to keep the irritation that Snotlout was invoking on him.
"Yeah, I can't miss this!" Snotlout cheered on, as he provoked, "What's wrong, big fellah? Got something in your eye?"
"What's wrong with you, boy?" Alvin suddenly appeared behind the young Viking, "You have something embedded in your back?"
Snotlout looked behind him, and saw Unfer, drawing out a pretty strong broadsword. Like Hiccup's, it was designed to be a broadsword, as it was carved from a Red Death's tooth. Although the blade looked strong, with the top tip curved, and the sides of the blade jagged edges, like a saw, it had horizontal lines showing. It was almost as if the blade could break apart.
He attempted to take a swipe at him, but Snotlout's Nightmare popped up between the two, protecting Snotlout. The Nightmare bit at him, but Alvin stepped back a bit, as he drew his sword back. And then by some clicking sound, the sword broke in separate pieces, attached to chain bits to for a whip sword. He swiped at the dragon, who was scratched against the nose, as it let out a stinging roar, feeling fresh blood at this. Alvin smirked maniacally as he attempted to swipe out again. But then, a bombardment of poison spikes were shot at him, missing the Nightmare and Snotlout. And unfortunately, it missed Alvin as well.
Up in the air, they all saw Astrid, flying atop her Nadder, as she called down to Snotlout, "Yeah! You the Viking!"
Snotlout smirked at that comment, and continued to do what he did before, as his Nightmare fought against Alvin. His taunts only served to further annoy it, and letting out a loud roar of frustration, it bucked about, throwing the offending human off the back of its skull. Fortunately, he managed to grab hold onto a protrusion on the side of its face, while his weapon fell below on the hard rocks and debris.
However, as the dragon bucked about, it stomped on towards where Hiccup, Toothless, and Draco were. It stomped on some of the ships, missing the trio, but further made it worse for them… as the ships sunk faster into the ocean, swallowing them whole into its murky womb.
Astrid saw this, and shouted out in fear to them, "HICCUP!"
Underwater
The trio were starting to sink down below, faster into the murky depths, as the duo continuously tried to free Draco. The water was maybe ten feet deep, and Toothless, big as he was, definitely couldn't stretch his head above the waves to breathe. Draco was out cold, but it was obvious that he couldn't breathe under it either. But that didn't matter at this time.
Toothless was struggling frantically, but the two couldn't break Draco free. The two hopelessly tugged on the chains and planks, until Hiccup thought his lungs would burst. But he wouldn't abandon Toothless, nor would he abandon Draco. As Hiccup's vision swam in front of him and his lungs began to burn, there was only one thought in my head. But Toothless saw this, and scooped up Hiccup, swimming back up to the shoreline. They pounded through it, as they both gasped for air. However, Hiccup broke loose from the confused Toothless, as he took a huge breath, and dived back in.
Toothless was about to go back in there, but blinked the water out of his eyes and looked up just in time to see Stoick the Vast dive into the water.
Below the surface, Hiccup had swam back down, as he detached his sword into two and began to use them as crowbars to break Draco free. But despite the training he went under, he still wasn't strong enough to get the boards loose. At that moment, Draco was starting to wake up a bit; his strength slowly coming back. His eyes were slowly closing, and any moment now, feeling air escaping his lungs; his and Hiccup's breath were starting to leave them both. But then the two felt a current hit their faces and Hiccup looked up in shock…
Right into the eyes of Stoick the Vast.
Human and dragon stared at each other; mostly it was Stoick and Draco that stared at each other. Enemies for centuries faced each other… finally with a common enemy, and with understanding.
Stoick quickly swam forward and helped his son push down on his other sword. And with one mighty push, freed the Golden Fleece from his bonds. Draco, now fully awakened, hovered in the water for a moment, then grabbed Stoick and Hiccup in both his clawed hands, and shot up towards the surface.
Back on the Surface
Suddenly, the water's surface erupted, as Draco shot out of the water, carrying both Father and Son in his claws. He flapped his wings, giving him a bit of speed as he reached the shoreline. And landed, carefully setting the two Vikings down. The three coughed up a bit, shaking off the water as well, as the trio dried off. Then, Hiccup saw Toothless running over to Hiccup's side, licking his face in joy like a puppy seeing his master come home safely.
He then nudged Hiccup as he pointed out to the battle between the others and the Red Death. Hiccup nodded, "You got it, bud." He hopped onto Toothless's back, mounting atop of him as they both prepared to fly after the Red Death.
"Hiccup, wait!" Stoick said, grabbing his arm before his son took off. When Hiccup turned, he saw a look on his face he never saw before: a look asking for forgiveness, "… I… I'm sorry… for everything."
Softening his expression, Hiccup sighed, and smiled. "Me too… I'm sorry."
"You don't have to go out there…" He's worried.
"We're Vikings, Draco," Hiccup smirked at his mentor, "It's an occupational hazard."
At that moment, the three of them looked into each others' eyes, but both Father and Son came to an understanding. As father and son, they finally, they understood one another. Years of being so far apart, and all it took was simply to talk to each other.
Firmly holding Hiccup's hand, as a father would do, the General sparked his son's confidence once more, "I'm proud to call you my son."
Even Draco nodded as he renewed it even more, "And I couldn't be prouder to have you as my pupil"
"Thanks, Dad. Draco," Hiccup said; his voice wavered with emotion.
Then Toothless launched into the sky, as the first Rider and his Dragon flew up to join the battle.
"HE'S UP!" Astrid cried happily to the others, as she saw them appear in the sky. "Get Snotlout out of there!"
"I'm on it!" Ruffnut shouted.
"I'm on it first!" Tuffnut shot back.
They started kicking at each other, spitting insults, as they started to being their rescue mission. The twins swooped in, bickering and kicking at each other from their dragons' heads, and by some miracle, managed to snatch Snotlout out of trouble.
"I can't believe that actually worked!" Tuffnut cheered on, as they flew next to Syn and Fishlegs.
The twins and Syn zipped across the air, narrowly avoiding the plume of volcanic flame that spewed from the monster's jaws. Now knowing they were safe, Astrid followed them closely.
Suddenly, something wrong, as Astrid noticed this. The distance between her and the others was vastly growing, as their backs greatly shrunk in size. The wind around her and her Nadder increased in intensity, roaring past her ears, whipping through her hair. she looked over her shoulder, and to her horror, she saw the Red Death's large, gaping black hole lined with razor-sharp meter-long toothed mouth, opened up and threatening to suck her and her Nadder in and impale them both through. The Red Death was sucking her in, in an attempt to kill her once and for all.
As she struggled, nudging furiously at her Nadder's side with the heels of her boots, as it panicked well, flapping rapidly in a seemingly futile attempt to escape this. She heard Alvin, or Unfer, shout out to her, mockingly, "Maybe you shouldn't have turned your back to me, Hofferson!"
And just when everyone thought that Astrid would have been sucked in, they all heard it. A loud, piercing whistle sounds throughout the battlefield.
"Night Fury!" one of the Vikings shouted.
"Get down!" Gobber advised, and they all did so.
The whistling noise grew louder, and develops into a loud screech. And then suddenly, a bright blue bolt streaked past Astrid, and exploded on the inside of the behemoth's mouth, just behind her. The large dragon recoiled in pain, having had its insides charred by the plasma bolt.
And unfortunately, Astrid wasn't let off as well.
The impact threw her off her Deadly Nadder steed, and she was sent hurtling towards the ground at breakneck speed. She screamed out in fear, watching as the ground was coming closer than ever. She closed her eyes and hoped that the ground wasn't as hard as she thought it would be.
Just before she hit the ground, the Dynamic Duo swooped over her and Toothless grabbed at her leg, before jetting into the air again.
"Did you get her?" Hiccup asked Toothless worriedly, just to make sure.
Toothless ducked his head and looked upside down at Astrid, who was no longer upset at being grabbed by the Night Fury. She was smiling. At this notion, Toothless opened his mouth and gave her a wide, toothless smile, and growled softly.
Toothless tossed Astrid up to catch her by the arms, before gently letting her down on her feet and taking off in the direction the two came from.
Her heart, still fluttering, spilled over with emotion, and she looked to the skies at the receding black silhouette of Hiccup, as she whispered to him, "Go."
Looking down at the great beast below, Hiccup noticed something as the two soared toward the sky.
"It has wings…" he told himself, and smirked as he got an idea. He turned towards Toothless as he advised, "Okay! Let's see if it can use them!"
Rearing up Toothless, the two did a 180-degree flip and dove towards the ground. The wind screamed past them, and whistled across them both. Aligning the sights on both their eyes, Toothless unleashed a perfect shot of plasma, right at the Red Death's head. Unfortunately, Alvin was at that exact spot where he shot at the blast.
As the blue shockwave dissipated, the beast let out another unholy roar. However, this time, it was especially piercing, and was unearthly. It lasted for longer than usual, and sent chills down the spines of anyone that was nearby.
Near the spot, Alvin had survived the blast, amazingly, but not without a price to pay. His left arm had been severely burnt, with a mixture of black and red burnt flesh. The cloth that was his sleeve was fused to his skin. And the left side of his face was nearly melted off in some ways. The eye socket had been burnt, and his left eye was milky white, showing no pigmentation at all. The left side of his lips were burnt away, with only a criss cross of flesh strings holding anything there, but didn't do much to hide his teeth.
Alvin was in a butt-load of pain right now, but was seething with hatred at the boy and dragon that put him in so much. He glared at them both, and roared out to his dragon, "RAGNAROK! TAKE TO THE SKIES!"
And then, very slowly, gigantic, scarred wings extended from the monster's back…
Next Chapter: The Chase Back to Berk; Alvin vs. Hiccup
For those of you who wanted to know, I got the battle scene for both the Red Death and Draco from both Jurassic Park 3, T-Rex vs. Spinosaurus, and Peter Jackson's King Kong, Kong vs. the 3 T-Rexes.
Also, one other thing, I forgot to include this in the last chapter:
Ghost of the Lead Rider: Sam Neill
And if anyone's asking, yes. Alvin looks a lot like Jonah Hex and Two-Face mashed together now.