The wind blew against his face, locks of his hair being thrown backwards, waving freely in the wind. His eyes were squinted, the fast winds causing small tears to form at the sides of them. His brother had no trouble with the strong winds, his helmet limited most of it from reaching his face. The little bits that did come through the slits for his eyes would only keep him awake more.
They flew at full speed. The wings of their dragons moving in strong, long flaps, giving them as much speed as possible. Below them was the vast and deadly sea, wide and blue. The waves moved irregularly, rising and falling with the currents of the sea. In front of them was the sun, slowly making its way towards the horizon.
"So what's our plan when we reach Berk?" Ragnar yelled over the strong winds, Hiccup only barely hearing it. "Our packs will slow us down in battle." Hiccup thought about it for a second, edging Toothless closer to Bolt.
"I know of a pretty secluded cove on the island." He yelled back to him. "We'll land there and drop the bags before attacking." It was the same cove he used to hide a dragon for half a year.
They flew in silence, the only sound being the wind whistling through their saddles and the wings of their dragons. On the horizon they could see small black spots, the ships of the attackers. They had finally caught up, now they just had to make sure that they would arrive at Berk before them.
"Do we go around them?" Hiccup asked. "They might spot us against the evening sky." It was true, their dragons were perfectly hidden in the night or dawn. But during the day their black bodies could easily be spotted against the blue or clouded sky. And since the skies were relatively clear, thicker clouds before them, on the other side of the ship.
"I say we go straight through." Ragnar said, liking the direct approach. "We go up high, swoop down and zoom through." Hiccup looked at him questioningly, not surely believing the idea to be the best. "They might even rethink their attack and leave Berk be." Ragnar added, convincing Hiccup that it was indeed a good plan. He shifted his foot in the stirrup, making Toothless climb into the sky. Ragnar quickly following with Bolt.
They dashed from cloud to cloud, keeping out of sight from the boats, until it was time to strike. Bolt folded his wings, Toothless following behind. They dive towards the earth, both their riders lying flat on their backs, Ragnar's robes waving in the wind. The air slowly formed a whistle between Bolt's folded wings, but it was not loud enough to overthrow the loud whistle that the Nightfury created.
The men on the decks of the ship were immediately alerted by the loud whistle, and grabbed for the closes weapons they could find. But in the time they took to arm themselves the dragons were at the stern of the ships. In the time the man took to turn and investigate the origin of the sound, the moment had already passed. Having pulled out of their dive the two moved at extreme velocity, the dragons flying by in a matter of seconds, skimming across the oceans waves, water flying up thanks to the suction they created.
Their leader stood on the helm the ship, carefully watching the two dots disappear into the distance, heading towards Berk. His loyal assistant slowly came up to him. "Sir, the men are reporting dragon activity." He said slowly, knowing his boss had a habit of having a bad temper. "Some are saying we should advance more slowly."
Alvin looked at savage with the most disgust he could, striking fear into the smaller man. "We do not retreat!" He said before turning to the crew of the ships. "Those who fear has to come can leave!" He yelled as he pointed to the sea besides the boat. "If not, continue rowing!" He said, glad when he saw the oars move in circular motion again.
"But Alvin, what if they were them?" Savage said in a whisper, not wanting to demoralize their men. "We could get some assistance, get rid of them once and for all." Savage proposed, he had only heard about the mysterious men. But has, just like many of their men, grown fearsome of their unknown reputation.
"If they are them then we will get rid of them." Alvin said as he oversaw his fleet. It consisted of a couple of longboats filled with men, some warships filled with catapults and ammo, some small crafts with supplies, one or two men stationed on them, pulled by larger vessels. "Once and for all."
He looked around him, the fog of the evening slowly crawling across the ocean, the sun lowering ever closer towards the horizon. "Row faster!" He yelled loudly. "We must arrive at dawn!"
Hiccup and Ragnar had now lost most of their speed. Having a high velocity meant that drag would be worse, so the Dragons had to do more work to keep up the speed. They had kept it up for a bit, before slowing down to normal speed again. They would need their energy later after all.
They could now see Berk at the horizon, the sun edging over close to it. Ragnar guided Bolt to fly besides Hiccup. "You weren't lying when you said this place had a great view of the sunset." He joked as they approached the isle, the coast covered in thick fog. "Can't wait to spend the night here."
"Don't count on it." Hiccup said as he inspected his old home, it sure had changed. They had a large tower which seemed to collect rainwater, and a distribution system around the town. He could see the forge and the great hall quite clear. "They'll probably won't like our presence."
"Why?" Ragnar asked confused. He knew Vikings weren't that hospitable to strangers, and Hiccup wasn't planning on revealing himself, but they were kind to the people who helped them. They often had a 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend' kind of approach to things "Aren't we helping them?"
"We are, but knowing my dad he'll most likely have us captured out of curiosity." Hiccup said they lowered their dragons towards the thick banks of fog that lingered above the sea. "We have a history of capturing the things we don't understand and locking them up."
"You mean the dragons?" Ragnar asked as he followed Hiccup to the lower altitude, feeling the cold and wet mist hit his legs.
"Yes, especially dragons." Hiccup said as he lowered further into the fog, now only his head visible above the white. "And pretty much everything else that threatening and unknown."
"Sounds like lovely people." Ragnar said with a laugh, lowering himself so far into the fog that he was completely invisible. Bolt using Toothless' sent to navigate. "Tough and tasteless eh?"
"Tell me about it." Hiccup said, as he also lowered down, occasionally peeking upwards to spot where they were. "Let's get to the cove." They neared the steep cliffs, using their speed to quickly fly up them and over the top, heading land inward.
"There should be some dragon nip nearby." Hiccup told Ragnar as they flew across the woods. "We should get some."
"Why?" Ragnar asked confused. "We need the dragons alert for a battle don't we?"
"Big island with tames dragons." Hiccup answered simply. "I don't want anyone getting any ideas."
Life on Berk was calm, Astrid and Heather calmly sitting on a cliff, overlooking the fog covered ocean. A few birds flew around and a few dragons were also in the skies. In the last few weeks the two girls had grown close, their personalities matched very well. Heather had quite a strong personality, and Snotloud had already learned that he shouldn't hit on the 'new' girl.
"How far have you ever flown?" Heather asked as she was calmly pulling pieces of grass out of the ground. "From home, you know."
Astrid looked at her friend, deep in though. "I don't know." She answered. "Maybe two, three week's flight. Why?"
"Just wondering." Heather said, Shimmer walking over to her for a pet. "If you managed to get so far with a dragon, then how did those assassins move from island to island so quickly?"
"I don't know." Astrid replied as she used a stone to sharpen her axe. "But I intend to find out." She stared across the fog covered seas. Heather playing with her dragon on the background. The saddle had been made by Gobber and she was flying with Shimmer as much as she could. Astrid had grounded her to give her and the dragon a bit of rest.
Although they had been too busy to notice the two dark dragons shooting up the cliff side to the far end of the island they did notice the shadows that appeared at the edge of the sea at dawn. "What's that?" Heather asked as she saw the outlines against the darkening horizon. Astrid followed her friends gaze and quickly realised what it was. As did other villagers. It didn't take long before a loud cry was heard.
"Fleet!" Someone cried out. Making everyone stop dead in their tracks. Merchants left their wares and those who didn't have weapons headed towards the armoury. The other ones gathered together in groups while others headed towards the chief.
Stoick was ready as ever, barking out orders for the forming of defensive lines. Thanks to Berks high cliffs and deadly waters, the only ways that the enemy could come ashore was through the harbour. Which meant that they could form a formidable defence.
Stoick was now standing on the same cliff where the girls had been, joined by Gobber, Spiteloud and the riders. The ships had stopped, and torched were lit on the decks, large catapults could be seen on the ships and the amounts of munition was staggering.
"They've got enough ammo to assault Berk for days." Gobber said as he stood next to Stoick, watching the impressive armada. "Our catapults aren't accurate at that range." Stoick rubbed his temples, they had faced many raids through the years. But this looked like it could be the worst one so far.
"They're moving!" Spiteloud said as the two were discussing their odds, directly gaining their attention. From the armada a vessel came. A bigger longboat than the usual, filled to the brim with warriors. "A ships coming out!" Spiteloud added as the group observed what happened.
Stoick noticed that the ship was indeed going towards the harbour. "Let's greet our guests." He said with a bitter and hateful tone. Fearing what was to come. "Let's go." Gobber and Spiteloud followed closely, the gang of dragon riders following closely behind.
The walk towards the harbour was a short one, and they arrived just before the ship did. As it slowly sailed into the harbour they tossed ropes with hooks across the pier, pulling themselves closer to the docks. No plank was laid down as the soldiers poured out of the boat and onto the wooden dock.
They were well trained, they formed their ranks immediately and were heavily armoured and armed. The first row of soldiers were armed with halberds, all equally shiny and deadly. The second row carried swords, safely sheathed at their hips, their hand resting on the hilt. The men fitted perfectly on the docks, leaving no space to the side. Directly across them stood Stoick, Gobber and Spiteloud standing at his sides, the riders behind them. Their dragons watching from the cliffs above.
"What is your business here?" Stoick asked with a hint of hostility. The men stood still and didn't move. They didn't even look at Stoick. "Who is your leader?" Stoick asked, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
"Well Stoick," A voice came from behind the group. The soldiers parted their ranks down the middle, making a way for Alvin and Savage to walk to the front. "That's not a way to welcome old friend." Alvin said calmly as he presented himself.
"I thought it was clear that you weren't welcome here." Stoick said sternly. His grip on his hilt now tightening. But before he could do anything Alvin spoke.
"I wouldn't attack me Stoick." Alvin said calmly as he noticed Stoick's anger. "I got a whole fleet of town destroying weaponry, it would be a shame to see them used against Berk."
Stoick's anger only grew at this statement, but his hand slipped from his hilt, now balled at this side. "What do you want?" Stoick said through gritted teeth.
"Well, I haven't been here a while." Alvin acted like he was thinking heavily, but he had clearly planned this. "How about a tour of the island, by Berks own dragon riders."
"Fine." Stoick said as he turned to the riders. "No funny business, alright? He's up to something."
"Yes, Sir." The group said in unison. Stoick turned around to see Alvin wearing a huge grin on his face. "Welcome to Berk Alvin." Stoick said calmly.
The group walked up the ramps, Berks defenders looking closely at the armed soldiers who marched after Alvin. Stoick came up the hill after them. "Everyone go back to work!" He yelled. "Our 'guests' here are just getting a tour."
Disagreement was heard from the crowd, but they didn't go against the word of their chief. The riders casually walked in front of the group, Alvin walking closely behind the young adults and his men following closely.
They first headed towards the stables, walking through the big, sturdy wooden doors that could block men and dragons alike. They walked down the shallow steps that lead into the stables, dragons looking warily at the new and hostile looking humans.
"These are the stables." Astrid began. "It's where most of the dragons sleep and rest, and also seek shelter from the weather." The gang continued to tell their dragons to stay at the stables. They couldn't risk the dragons coming after them and attacking their 'guests' accidently.
They demonstrated the storm barriers, and explained that they were either for dangerous winds and extreme weather, or for grounding all the dragons on the island. Alvin commented on the barriers, saying that the 'beasts weren't contained enough' but the riders shrugged it off instead of beginning an argument. When they were back outside it was dark out, and torches were lit. Illuminating the area around them.
They walked through town, explaining certain highlights like the reinforced water tower and the fire prevention system. They also showed the dragon roosts and their improved Smithy. Astrid had a pretty good idea of what was going on, she had her suspicion when she noticed that the outcast leader wasn't sailing under the outcast crest. They were working for someone else. They were here to check if Berk was useful to them, if not, she feared it might earn the same fate as the village of the MaceFace clan.
They walked across the bridge towards the Dragon academy, the old arena had been completely refitted for its new purpose, and Astrid did her best in showing that. The group was toured around the tribunes and around the main arena, where the training was give. They showed the obstacle course and their pens, where they kept wild and dangerous untamed dragons. Currently housing a grumpy Nightmare.
"So you do have some common sense." Alvin muttered as they explained how they would lock dragons away for certain periods of time if they misbehaved. Again the group of riders decided to let it slip before getting into a heated discussion.
They walked back towards the town, across the bridge that connected the arena with the main island. Alvin was whispering something to one of his men, while the gang walked behind the group.
"Do you think he's satisfied?" Tuffnut asked Heather as they walked back across the bridge.
"I hope so." Heather said calmly. "I wouldn't like to lose another home so quickly."
They stood at the middle of the bridge, looking out onto the great ocean where the torch-lit armada waited for orders. They looked calmly, the fate of their village lying in the hands of Alvin the Treacherous, something that didn't bode well.
The silence of the Night was pierced by a soft whistle, that grew louder and louder. The group looked around for the source of the sound, finding that it came from the fleet. Everyone looked at with horror to the next scene, a blue fireball hit the ship, appearing out of nowhere. The largest warship was hit, being struck straight into the storage of hay balls that they would use for the catapults. It caught fire extremely quickly, and the entire ship was soon burning. Burning men jumped overboard to douse the flames that licked their flesh. The other ships tried to ready themselves for the next strike, grabbing swords and axes. But the recognizable attack of the Nightfury didn't come. Instead, out of the dark, lighting struck, jumping from each piece of metal to the next one, connecting swords, spears, shields and helmets in a split second. It electrified everyone that touched or wore any piece of metal.
"Oh my gods." Snotloud muttered, also watching with horror as charred and burning men jumped into the water to cool their flesh, only to scream in pain as the salt hit their wounds. Alvin's men watched in horror as they saw their armada go up in flames, one of their ships making its way out between the burning and empty wrecks. The men tried to row as fast as they could, hoping to flee from the onslaught that was happening, but the collapse of the burning mast stopped their retreat, breaking their boat in two.
Alvin and his men were frozen, all leaning onto the railing of the bridge, watching as the armada was destroyed in two simple attacks. The screaming men couldn't be heard from where they stood, only the glowing of the burning boats could silently be heard. But everyone was snapped out of their trance when they heard screams from very close by. To the most right of the line they had unintentionally formed two men had disappeared, the last thing they saw was their feet disappearing over the railing. But there were no screams.
"Stay back from the railing!" Alvin yelled, making everyone, including the riders, take a step back, standing in the middle of the bridge.
"How could they fall?" Savage asked as he inspected the place where the men stood, observing it as best as he could.
"They didn't." Alvin said as he stretched his arm out and moved his finger across the railing. Finding a thick red liquid on his finger. "Everyone to main ground, NOW!" He yelled and the men rushed from the bridge. The riders slowly followed, not daring to come near the edge of the bridge.
On the land, the remaining men formed a defensive circle around Alvin and Savage, the halberd pointed outwards. The riders stood on the last piece of the bridge, their torches high in the air. Wondering what was going on.
Their question was answered when they saw a men arise from the shadows, clothed in thick leather armour. His face was covered by a hood, making him impossible to identify. His armour was light and manoeuvrable, the modified logo of his creed visible on his chest. The light of the torches reflected of his metal leg. And in the shimmer they could swear they saw blood drip from his hands.
Alvin's soldiers, having found their enemy, began to spread out, slowly approaching the enemy. The assassin must have noticed, for he dropped his satchel from his back and charged at the enemy.
Two of Alvin's men charged at him, both carrying halberds. The assassin jumped and landed his feet at the shoulders of the first men, which caused the second one to have to duck for the now falling halberd, he finished his first strike with a roll. As he stood up another soldier attacked him, grabbing his halberd with one hand the assassin stabbed him in the chest with one of his hidden blades, before rolling over the back of the now lifeless body. He stabbed the next man too, grabbing his halberd and embedding it in the next soldier after dodging his attack.
Astrid watched with awe and horror as the men dodged a sword from one of the soldiers, grabbing his hand with the sword and deflecting a halberd with it before stabbing the carrier of the sword in the back with his own weapon. The weapon coated red as it left his chest. The way he ducked underneath a sideward slash of a halberd was astonishing, immediately after using the lowered defences of the soldier to his advantage by snapping the man's neck, something that wasn't a pleasant sight. What truly surprised her was the mobility of the man, especially since he only had one foot.
But a soldier came from behind and grabbed him, making him a prime target for another one of Alvin's men to attack him with a halberd. He shook free at the last moment, making the halberd embed into the shoulder of the soldier that grabbed him. He head budded the attacker hard enough to knock him out cold. He blocked the next soldier's sword and gave him a strong uppercut, knocking him back. He then proceeded to kill another men with his own sword before stepping away from the scene.
The few men that remained regrouped and looked at the assassin with horror. Astrid had seen some weak points in his attack and was waiting for his next one, slowly raising her axe, but stopping once she found Heather looking at her and shaking her head. She shouldn't, not now at least, not while he was saving their village.
In the time she had looked away the man had extended his hidden blades and had continued to kill the remaining soldiers. Hiccup was content with the way the battle was flowing and had took his enemies in extreme consideration. The only thing he didn't count for was to see her standing at the side-lines.
She was holding a torch, the burning embers reflected in those beautiful blue eyes. He looked at her and time itself stopped. He could observe her fully, the way her golden hair was in a braid that laid in her neck, hiding the thick fur hood that she now carried. The worn battle-axe that he had always fixed for her, and how she had a new, but familiar, spiked skirt to match her clothes.
He looked at her like he wished he could look at her every day, all the days that he had left. He hadn't remembered much about what happened before washing up on that beach, but he did remember kissing a Valkyrie.
In the absence of his mind he hadn't noticed Alvin attacking him, so he had to block at the last second. The steel clashed together, right at the joint of his hidden blade. The blade shattered, leaving only the bottom part of the retractable blade intact, as the rest fell to the ground. The forced of the attack shook through his arm, a shock going through his muscles. He fell, before quickly rolling back and standing up to face his attacker.
He checked his blade for the last time, finding that half of it was indeed missing, only the base of the blade sliding out of the holder which was fixed in his armour. He grabbed the hilt that he had strapped to his leg, and extended inferno, not lighting the blade yet. Alvin and Hiccup circled each other.
Alvin was the first to attack, swinging his sword downwards at the assassin, Hiccup dodged and stepped to Alvin's side, using his sword to slash at him. Aggravated, Alvin attacked again, this time in a sideward swipe that would have to be blocked. The assassin did, and when their steel collided sparks flew around. It took a split second for Inferno to catch fire, the entire blade now covered by flames.
It didn't last long afterwards, Hiccup dodged two more desperate attacks from Alvin before finishing the fight with his remaining hidden blade. Alvin staggered backwards after the final blow to his chest, his hand clutching the now bleeding wound in his chest. He fell on his back, looking up at his attacker.
"You think you're saving people don't you." He said with disgust dripping from his words. "Dragons and humans, living together?" He chuckled painfully at the thought. "They are beasts, they are meant to follow or to fight."
"Just like your men?" Hiccup asked as he stared down at the fallen leader. "Just like the villages you overthrow?" He kneeled next to Alvin, seeing no fear in his eyes. "We both believe men and dragon are equal, our ideas just differ."
Alvin would have argued, but he didn't have the energy for it. He felt tired, broken and painful. He felt a fluid in his throat, the stab going through his lung. He coughed up the last bit of blood, and his head fell to his side.
Hiccup looked at his fallen foe, once a great and fearsome leader, now a lifeless body. He closed his eyes, giving him his rites. "May the Valkyries welcome you." He whispered to the late outcast leader, before standing up and retrieving his bag.
He was a bit exhausted after the fight, especially since it was so close after a long flight. But the chaos that the attack had delivered, although short, had gained the attention of many of the townsfolk. Berkians soon came running towards the massacre, effectively surrounding Hiccup.
Stoick made his way through the armed ranks, he was content. His village was saved and they had one of the assassins pinned between the sea and their forces. Now he just hoped that he was smart enough to not jump into the ice cold water.
"Assassin!" Stoick called him out, silence came across the area, all the villagers waiting with tension. The assassin turned to Stoick, and what was below his hood was finally visible thanks to the torchlight. He wore a helmet, a demonic looking one. Black and brown just like his armour. If anyone asked Stoick would say that he looked like a demon. Stoick stood tall and strong, his sword in his hand. "Give up!" He said sternly. "Surrender and no harm will come to you."
Hiccup spared his father a glance, he truly missed him, but it was no time for that. The last words he had heard from his father was that he wasn't his son, effectively banishing him from Berk. He stepped back, slowly approaching the cliff.
"Don't!" Fishlegs yelled, causing the assassin to look at him. "The water is freezing, you won't survive."
The gang had walked off the bridge and were now also approaching the assassin, but more carefully than Stoick. It was like approaching an injured dragon, if they moved too fast or too threatening he might hurt himself or attack. Heather was at the front of the group, trying to get on friendlier terms with the masked man.
"Thank you." She said calmly and sincerely. "You saved my people a few weeks back." The assassin looked at her trough the slits in his mask. He remembered her, she was a girl from the MaceFace clan. "Without you all our people would have been killed." She continued. "Please, we are not going to hurt you."
They all saw how the assassin chuckled a bit, the sound deformed by his helmet was somewhere between human and demonic. He took another step back, now standing on the very edge of the cliff.
"Don't." Heather said pleadingly. Hiccup looked around the group. Their faces differed greatly. Some looked filled with worry, some looked thankful. Stoick was a mix of anger and worry. Probably scared of his new 'asset' falling into the cold Nordic seas.
Astrid was tense, she couldn't see the man's expression but she knew what he was planning. If he jumped he'd die, it was that simple. If he managed to evade the sharp rocks on the bottom of the cliff he would certainly drown in the cold water in a couple of minutes. She saw the shift in his balance, his body now slowly starting to fall backwards, she pushed Heather, who was standing before her aside, rushing towards the man.
But it was too late, the men was out of her reach, he had pushed himself backwards of the cliff, making the space between the two too large for her to grab him. She watched as she saw the body fell downwards, towards the fog covered sea. She was screaming in her mind, panicking about the man that could possibly hold information about the lost heir. But what happened next surprised her.
Mid-air, the man turned, his back now turned to the Berkians. He had his hand now next to his body, where before he had them wide open to slow him down. He stretched them out, a red fabric between his arms and body catching wind and slowing him down, before he continued to glide out towards the sea like a dragon. He disappeared in the fog, but the skies had cleared, and the full moon illuminated a large black shadow catching him. It quickly disappeared into the darkness of the Night.
Stoick had seen it happen, so had Gobber and the rest of the gang. He stared at the sea, hoping to see him come back or wash up on the rocky beaches between the boulders at the feet of the cliff, but it didn't happen. It was at this point that Astrid remembered something important.
During the fight, the man had looked at her, gazed actually, making him fail his block. The shattered blade had spent a lot of time near the arm of the assassin, and would probably have his sent on it. She walked through the crowd, using a torch to search for a shining piece of metal.
She found it quickly enough, but what surprised her was that the metal wasn't all that shiny. Small parts of it shimmered in the glow of her torch, but besides the blood there wasn't much that reflected the light.
She picked it up carefully, feeling how expertly sharpened the edges of the metal were. Gobber, having noticed her little endeavour was now standing beside her.
"May I?" He asked, carefully receiving the blade from Astrid. He inspected it, noticing that it wasn't a normal metal, but an alloy of some kind. "Looks like it's folded." He muttered as he inspected the blade. The blade wasn't black as they had originally heard, it was actually grey, but with little pieces of black in it, enough to make the entire blade look black. "It's Gronkle iron." He gasped, and these look like scales. Someone had poured a large sheet of Gronkle iron, then mixed it with small pieces of broken scales, before folding it over and over again, making it look like black Damascus steel. "Whoever did this is an excellent smith." Gobber continued as he inspected the craftsmanship more. "I haven't seen this kind of work around in ages."
Stoick interrupted the conversation. "Is that the assassin's?" He asked, earning a nod from Astrid. Stoick squinted his eyes at it, observing the blade. "Get some rest." He said sternly to the riders. "Tomorrow you track him with Skullcrusher." The riders nodded and left, heading towards their houses. Rumblehorns had excellent noses, and nothing could hide from them. You might be able to hide yourself, but you can't hide your smell.
The riders headed home, hoping to catch enough sleep from this broken night to be able to rise early in the morning to find the assassin. Everyone had their reasons for wanting to find the assassin. Heather wanted to thank the two for saving them, this time sincerely without everyone threatening him. Astrid wanted answers, these men had travelled the world, and it seemed like they had dragons at their side. Besides the inhabitants of Berk she knew only of one person who could teach people to ride and tame dragons, and the fact that a Nightfury attacked the boats motivated her even more.
The twins wanted to be taught by the assassins, especially now that they had seen how good one was at hiding, it would make running from an angry chief after a day of yak-tipping a lot easier. Fishlegs wanted to learn from the foreigners, habits, food, flora and fauna, he wanted to know it all. His hunger for knowledge not ending and the prospect of an entire new land filled with things he didn't know was amazing to him.
And then there was Snotloud, well, he wasn't motivated to find the assassins so much, more motivated to fight them. He saw the look in Heathers eyes when she talked about him, the same one that Astrid had when she talked about Hiccup after his disappearance, and he hated it. The new rider was supposed to be her girl, or at least, that's what he thought. So he would show this Heather that he was better than this foreign stranger. He would show her how strong and proud he was, yes, that would do fine.
AN:
So there it is, the promised fight, not too big, not too small, just perfect.
For a visual with the fighting scene, watch the trailer for Assassins Creed Revelations, besides having epic music it's also what the fight scene is based upon.
Anyway, let me first apologise for the fact that this chapter took one and a half week to make, I'm currently really busy with school, work and other things, so the next chapter will probably not be next weekend but the one after that. Sorry in advance.
Don't forget to vote for the next story on the poll on my page. I'd really like to see some more opinions about it.
Any questions? Ask them in the reviews or PM me, I'll reply by PMing you, so if you got that turned off, tough luck. I guess I'll try to answer them in either the next chapter or the next AN.
Anyone here who is good at German? For two of the planned stories I am hoping to add small parts of German, the plane crash one and the schoolkids with tanks one. The more I think about the schoolkids with tanks the more awesome and crazy it sounds.
Anyway. I'm rambling here just so that I can make it to 6000 words at this chapter, so yea.
I hope that you enjoyed the chapter and be sure to give feedback if you feel like it. I also take suggestions and other stuff, if I can find a way to add them into the story, I will. If I can't, I won't. It's that simple.
Take care!
R4y