Midnight was taken aback by the new groan of pain that now echoed in her mind. She leaped back, only to see a violet Whispering Death with pale yellow eyes and three long, bleeding, scratches across the left side of his face.
"Welcome to the party Screech." Streak said with a chuckle, the Whispering Death glanced back at the Night Fury behind him with a smirk,
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Streak." He replied before his Pupil-less eyes returned to Midnight, "So this is your new mate? She can really pack a punch. She's pretty too." Midnight growled at the statement, while Streak smirked,
"Lucky, aren't I?" He continued with a teasing tone, before turning around, getting ready to take flight "Why don't you take care of her for me while I'm gone?" He questioned in a rhetorical manner, the Night Fury smirked at Midnight, "See ya' later sweetie." The words slithered out of his mouth, dripping with greed and cockiness. The two words that would describe that miserable excuse for a Night Fury best, greediness and a cocky bastard, figures. Midnight snarled and leaped into the air after him, only to be stopped by a hoard of spikes that whizzed past her, followed by their bearer; Screech.
"Leaving the party so soon?" He questioned with a wide, mischievous grin; his rows of razor sharp teeth rotating as he did so. The female growled irritably and sent out a Plasma Blast at the Whispering Death. Screech swiftly dodged the attack, his long body spiraling rhythmically to the left while the purple fire scorched the tree behind him. Midnight roared in frustration; beginning to get so pissed off to the point where she couldn't even see straight! It was now clear and apparent that Streak was planning something, though she really didn't know what quite yet, but she did know that whatever it was- the consequences for both her and him would be bad after she was finished with him. But Midnight didn't have time to think about that now; right now she had to focus on winning this fight, and in order to do that, she had to turn her hate and rage into strength!
The female Night Fury whipped around to face Screech, who was hovering near another cluster of trees that now surrounded them; they were in the middle of a small clearing that was surrounded by the pine trees that grew around these parts. The violet dragon raised his eyebrows (If you will) in a teasing manner;
"Out of fire already?" He inquired, his body spiraling in its rhythm like pattern as he continued to hover; "I was hoping you had more juice in you; guess you've gotten less entertain' since the last time I saw you." He continued with a smirk. Midnight gave a smirk of her own before answering him with an, almost teasing tone of her own;
"Sorry to disappoint you; but you're wrong." She said, the flaps on her tail outstretching themselves from the sides of her tail.
"Oh?" Screech questioned lightly with a grin, his whip like body snapping like a whip to the right, ready to strike.
"Yes. The party's just beginning!" Midnight exclaimed, shooting off multiple Plasma Blasts before bolting straight for the Whispering Death; catching him completely off guard. Midnight felt herself smash into the other dragon's spiky hide, sending the two slamming into the ground in a tussle. Midnight wasted no time beginning to tear into the Whispering Death's hide while he coiled his spiky body around her; the spines digging into her scales, certainly not the best feeling in the world! The Night Fury snarled and latched her jaws on Screech's lower jaw, earning an irritated/pained roar from him, as well as a tighter constriction.
Midnight began to squirm as the pain from the spikes dug past her scales and into her flesh, causing blood to trickle out from the smallish wounds; she had a disadvantage here, she needed to get back in the air! The female Night Fury began to thrash her body around, only resulting in getting more cuts, but also loosening Screech's grip, but not enough! The female Night Fury felt her own blood beginning to splash down her own body; she also felt a strange liquid beginning to fill her mouth and slide down her throat. Her blue eyes glared up, the grip she had on his lower jaw was now beginning to bleed; which only caused Midnight to bite down even harder, causing Screech to squirm under the pain. The taste of blood began to rush quicker into her mouth, even beginning to drip down her chest and mix in with the blood puddle that was slowly accumulating around the two. Midnight shifted, her body sliding easily due to the slick, yet sticky red liquid flowing out of her body. Screech clearly noticed because Midnight felt his body stiffen in an attempt to grip her tighter, but he was too late; Midnight shoved herself out of his coiled body, her being slipping into the puddle of Night Fury shoved herself up, the blood weighing down her body splashing back into the puddle below her; the female leaped into the sky with a simple flap of her wings.
She strangely couldn't feel any pain from her wounds, but that might've been from the adrenaline coursing through her veins; or it would all hurt later, like when you smash your claw on a thick tree while flying at top speed. Midnight heard Screech hiss and move, causing her to whip around only to have to fly higher to evade more spikes flung her way. The Whispering Death was back up with as much energy as he had before; Midnight on the other paw, not so much. Screech was panting slightly, causing the gash in his lower jaw to spurt out blood every time he exhaled, there were also a few new claws marks on his body all of them bleeding while the three he had before had opened up and were also bleeding. Midnight wasn't panting but her body was beginning to shake from the lack of blood going through her. She felt dizzy and light headed, but her stubbornness make up for that, in a way, her stubbornness gave her an odd will to fight, and to ignore the pain until the fight was done. And it was going to be over if she didn't do something, fast.
Screech shot more spikes at her before smashing head-first into the ground and tunneling under, out of sight. Midnight quietly growled as she dodged the spikes; damn him! She flew a bit higher as she glided to the hole, peering into it from the sky, bad move- Screech suddenly shot up from the hole, bashing into Midnight, sending her tumbling to the ground. Midnight felt her body smash into the ground as pain coursed through her body; she felt the stickiness of the blood puddle splash across her body. Midnight forced herself up, glaring daggers at the sky, but Screech was nowhere to be found. She sighed and closed her eyes her paws gripping the ground in a slightly tighter manner, she could feel him moving beneath her, closer…and closer…and closer until… Midnight's eyes shot open and she bolted into the air as the ground below her gave way, Screech popping out of the new hole. She spun around and shot off three more Plasma Blasts; two of them smashing into Screech while he was able to dodge the first one.
Midnight glided behind him while he was recovering from the attacks; striking him two more times before darting out of the way as he counted with his spikes. Screech snarled, whipping his tail to the side, aiming more spikes at Midnight. Unfortunately, the Night Fury didn't have enough time to dodge the attack, getting five spikes to her back right leg and two to the right side of her body. The rare dragon roared in surprise and pain as the spikes dun into her, already fresh wounds, causing more blood to spurt from them. She snarled at the Whispering Death flying full speed at him, watching as she raised his tail slightly, ready to smash her out of the sky; but Midnight had other plans in mind. The Night Fury pulled up at the last second, firing off another shot before she did so, causing the Whispering Death to fall out of the sky. Screech smashed into the puddle of blood, the red thick liquid splattering all over the place; Midnight glared at him from her place in the sky…He was almost motionless as he lay there, the only thing that was moving was her stomach, followed by the panting of his rapid breathing; that's when something clicked within Midnight. She let the hate and anger channel through her veins, finally able to turn that hate and anger into the strength she needed to end this. She roared, her ice blue eyes turning into slits as she launched herself out of the sky, her dagger-like teeth bared and long, sharp claws out stretched, both of them ready to tear the Whispering Death apart…
That's when something came barreling into Midnight's side…
(Thanks to whoever mentioned that the fighting scene wasn't spaced out! In word it was, it must've gotton messed up when I transfered it oer . )
Finally! Getting a chapter out on time!
Night: On time? Are you sure about that? .
Icestorm: It's earlier than usual…
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Midnight: Kate3628 doesn't own HTTYD~