At Hiccup's Class…
Hiccup was beginning to chalk up everything the basics of dragon training in his Strike Class.
Everyone was leaning close as Hiccup Haddock was the expert on dragon training. It all started with him, and it is shown that he may be the best teacher to listen to. To be in Strike Class was to be the elite, to be able to learn how to tame the most advanced dragon training.
"Alright, everyone. I am Hiccup Haddock, this is my Bud, Toothless and this is Strike Class in Dragon Training. Now, can anyone tell me what Strike Class is for Dragons?" Hiccup began while Toothless was enjoying a yak bone to chew on.
The guy who sold them was getting a lot of money from it since Dragons loved to clean their teeth with them and a healthy dragon was a happy one.
Guppy raised a hand.
"Yes, Guppy?"
"Strike Class are Dragons who are of High Speed, Powerful Jaw Strength, and Supreme Intelligence. These dragons are legendary for their quirks and often claimed to be the deadliest." Guppy answered his teacher.
"Very good. Strike Class Dragons are the most challenging to tame but once you earn their loyalty, they will stick with you to the very end." Hiccup smiled then petted his dragon, "Before you can even begin to think about having a dragon of your own. You need to understand the Strike Class Dragons you may encounter. Remember, for Dragon Training it begins with trust and ends with trust."
He then showed the different types of Strike Class Dragons, including his own.
"These dragons are a force to be reckoned with. So far in the Viking World, there are thirteen Strike Class Dragons known. Can anyone tell me what the thirteen are?"
Hands then began to rise up
"The Skrill."
"The Songwing."
"The Helraiser."
"Inferno's Spite."
"Loki's Jest."
"Galeslicer."
"The Woolly Howl."
"Terra-rise."
"Odin's Wrath."
"Snow Wraith."
"Shadow Hide."
"Swift Death."
"And…?" Hiccup voiced from his students while Toothless was waiting for them to say it.
"And the best dragon of all, the Night Fury."
Toothless then gave a look of pride.
"Excellent work. Now, so far, we only have trained two Strike Class Dragon Types." Hiccup informed then cued for Bob to come in with his Woolly Howl, Bark-Bark.
"Come on, Bark-Bark! Come on!" Bob clicked his tongue as his dragon acted like an overly hyper dog and followed him.
It was obvious why the dragon was called Bark-Bark.
"Okay, Bob, why don't you tell everyone how you met your dragon and how you guys became friends?" Hiccup requested as Bark-Bark began sniffing everyone, wanting to be petted.
"Well, I and this rabble-rouser have some history before. He always likes taking shiny objects from my house and then dropping them on my head during the winter. Never going after my sheep, never trying to kill me, just wanted to drop stuff on my head. It drove me nuts. I don't know what the dragon's problem was." Bob explained and then presented a shiny ball which caused Bark-Bark to sit up and wag his tale, "One day, after Snoggletog, I had enough of his antics, so I threw this ball when he tried to take it."
Bob then tossed the ball and Bark-Bark went to catch it and bring it back.
"He came back and dropped it on my head again. This went on for hours until all that anger caused me to throw it into the forest, where some serpents were. I heard the bugger scream and came to help to find him surrounded. I felt terrible, for the dragon never meant any harm. So, I rushed in with my axe to show those snakes whose boss and brought the Woolly Howl back to my house."
Bob then tossed the ball again and Bark-Bark returned and was cuddled by his trainer.
"We've been together ever since."
"See Class. It begins with Trust and it ends with it."