This is the bit I've been waiting to write since I started this story! I call it 'Volevo', because the song 'Volevo un Gatto Nero' by The Bloody Beetroots is the song the first part of the sequence is based on, if that makes sense. (When I write, to imagine the story, I put my iPod on shuffle and let the story flow like I'm watching an episode, then save every song onto a playlist and listen over and over and over until I've memorised every part. It makes it easier when I'm writing because I'll have the whole thing planned out already).

Anyway, sorry. Here we go. 'Volevo' is a long sequence full of action, so buckle your seatbelts, things are about to get real messy.

Guest: I know, it is sad, but something had to be. However, I can't say whether she meant to or not. You'll have to wait and see!

"I don't get why we're the ones who have to clear this place up!" The loud, brash voice punctuated the still, dark air of the Armoury. Racks upon racks of weapons sat, lined up along the floor space, half of which were carefully tidied and the other half was still left in a terrible mess. Vikings weren't especially picky about what they chose to fight with, nor with the mess they left behind them. However, Stoick had his rules and ordered that the Armoury had to be tidied, leaving the job to the two who were most likely to have made the mess in the first place.

"This totally stinks!" Tuffnut continued, screwing up his face in disgust. His sister echoed his sentiments with a grumpy sigh.

"It probably doesn't help that we're always in trouble though."

"Yeah, maybe..." The male twin rubbed his chin thoughtfully as his sister hefted a large assortment of axes into another of the racks. "Worth it, though, am I right?"

The twins chuckled to each other as they continued to clear the floor and set upturned racks back onto their feet. Their job was almost complete. The racks were all upright, the chests that sat in the corners of the room were closed and bolted correctly, the most prized weapons sat high and mighty in their places against the pillars, along with decorative shields that ran in a line around the room and on every column. At the back, centred between two wide-spaced pillars, sat the chief's own chest, containing his assortment of weapons and armour. It was decorated with gleaming gems and bright copper bands. The lock was made of gold.

However, Ruffnut found herself drawn to the weapon that had been left in the final, untouched quarter of the armoury. Surrounded by dull, well worn blades of similar length, Kat's sword glimmered brighter than the rest. It was such a stunning thing to look at, and yet it was just as deadly, if not more so, than all the others. She scowled and turned away, remembering what that weapon could have done to her friends. She didn't want anything to do with it, beautiful though it was.

"You okay there, sis?" Tuffnut asked, quirking an eyebrow. His sister looked up and met his gaze, looking rather unimpressed herself.

"Fine, dear brother," She drawled mockingly, "Whyever do you ask?"

Catching on, Tuffnut smirked, his nose wrinkling. "Well, dear sister, I couldn't help but catch you staring at that delightful sword of Kat's over there. Were you, perhaps, planning to test it out?"

"On you?" Ruffnut's eyes gleamed, her voice reverting to it's normal gravelly tone. "I thought you'd never ask!" Spinning around, she reached out to grab Kat's sword, a malicious look spreading across her face.

SLAM!

Something smashed against the bolted door. It sounded worryingly like a leather boot, threatening, striking fear into and freezing the two teens. Both stared, wide-eyed and transfixed by the odd sound.

SLAM!

It came again, louder, more insistent, and accompanying it, a voice that could only belong to Kat. They didn't need to hear what the runaway was saying to know that it couldn't be good. Ruffnut snatched her brother's arm as she turned to find a place to hide. Frantically, she searched left and right. The boot smashed into the door again, more curses streaming from the wearer's mouth.

"There!" She hissed, pointing towards the back wall and dragging her brother behind her. They galloped back and leapt over the chief's chest, slamming their backs into it. The chest was huge, more than big enough to cover them both. They stayed close to one another as the hammering grew louder and louder, Tuffnut's hands clasping his sister's arm.

Finally, the doors gave way, swinging open with great force that sent them surging back towards the one who had kicked them so viscously. Kat thrust them open once again, a cruel snarl twisting her thin lips. The runaway stomped into the darkening armoury, shoulders shaking with unspeakable rage.

"Where is it?" Her voice was hoarse, thin and lined with fearsome anger. "Where did he put it?" She began to toss the tidied racks across the floor, searching like an animal for something. Her heavy breaths hissed through her clasped teeth. Kat gave a roar as she knocked over two more racks and a shield, placed neatly against a pillar.

"Where?!" She span in a circle, huffing loudly, absorbed in her fury, then threw a deadly punch at a set of spears, breaking the two with which her fist made contact, giving a cry of desperation. Then, she took a deep breath, as though calming herself. Ruffnut had never seen anyone quite this unstable, and somehow, it made Kat seem even more dangerous, giving her an unsettling feeling in her stomach.

"There you are!" The whoop of joy made both twins jump. The runaway swooped in to snatch up her sword, holding it up to the light and inspecting it carefully. "Did they hurt you? Are you okay? Oh, of course you are! I didn't doubt you for a second..." She gave the sword a quick test, flinging it about her person with practised skill, her footwork precise and delicate. However, she wasn't anticipating the loose weapons on the floor. An axe found its way beneath her foot, causing her to slip and send said weapon skidding across the floor towards the chief's chest in the back corner.

The twins were huddled together, clinging to one another and barely daring to breathe, hoping Kat would soon leave so that they could escape. However, Ruffnut couldn't help but let a small cry of surprise pass her lips as the axe came skidding across the floor and sliced straight through her fingertip. Instantly, her hand flew to her lips, a cold rush running through her. Behind the chest, all had gone silent. Kat wasn't even moving.

Then, came a cruel chuckle. It didn't last long, but it was enough to tell the twins that they were no longer safe. Tuffnut's eyes were like saucers as he stared up at his sibling, looking to her for a way out. She closed her eyes, trying to block everything out, her head falling against the dark wood. This couldn't be happening. It couldn't.

"What's this I hear? Could someone possibly be hiding from me in here? Gosh, I wonder who it could be..." Kat drawled, creeping closer and closer to the chest in her deadly way. "No, don't tell me... I'm thinking wavy horns, tall and lanky, not one, but two... long blonde braids, and pushed-in noses... My, my, I think I'm dealing with the twins!" She snorted, stopping right behind the box. Brother and sister squirmed uncomfortably, still clinging to each other. "Am I right? I think I am..."

Another step brought her into full view, looming above the duo, her face in shadow. Her sword rose up, ready to deal a death blow to the both of them. Thinking quickly, Ruffnut reached out and snatched up the closest weapon, a spear, from the mess on the floor, bringing it up to meet Kat's down-stroke. The runaway's sword swung away, coming back for another blow, giving Ruffnut time to leap to her feet with a snarl and meet it again. Tuffnut crawled away as the two launched themselves into battle, swords and spears flying everywhere. A swing to the left. Ruffnut met it. Kat bounced back with another to the right, but again, Ruffnut blocked it.

"Feisty today, are we?" Kat taunted, lunging.

Ruffnut danced away and jabbed at her enemy. "Get used to it!"

Kat took a step back, just for a second, enough for a light to come on in her eyes. The spear had a crack in it. Hitting it in the right place would mean it would snap. Trusting herself, the runaway slashed. The spear head cracked and clattered to the floor. A look of horror came over Ruffnut's face. She was defeated. Kat had won. The blade came up to her neck as she backed up to the wall behind her. Nowhere to run. Ruffnut was cornered.

"Sweet dreams..." Kat sighed cruelly.

Wow! I'm really getting these done fast! Whoo! Also, I've just seen Maleficent in the cinema and it was really good. I'd recommend it!