Text no longer spoilered because it's no longer about a recently-released movie.
07-01-2014, 10:42 PM (This post was last modified: 05-06-2021, 10:24 AM by Bob Schroeck.)
07-01-2014, 10:42 PM (This post was last modified: 05-06-2021, 10:24 AM by Bob Schroeck.)
Drago Bloodfist clung to the back of the fleeing Leviathan with his one hand and cursed the island village of Berk, its dragons, and most of all the so-called "dragonmaster" with the ridiculous name. How dare they humilate him! How dare that puny, immature Night Fury challenge his alpha! How dare it win! "I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE ON YOU ALL!" he howled into wind and surf. "I WILL REBUILD MY DRAGON ARMY, AND I WILL DESTROY BERK AND EVERYTHING THAT LIVES ON THAT GODSFORSAKEN ROCK!"
"No. No, you won't." The calm voice that seemed to come from all around him was almost as much a shock as his defeat had been. Drago twisted himself around as far as he could without losing his grip on the Leviathan's scales, sending his soaked braids flailing about and spraying water -- more water -- into his face.
"WHO DARES?" he bellowed.
"I dare," the voice replied, and something appeared in Drago's peripheral vision -- a helmeted man in grey, riding on some kind of device that skimmed along well above the water, easily keeping pace with the racing Leviathan. The sight was so unexpected that Drago for once was at a loss for words.
"Hiccup is a good man, a forgiving man," the figure in grey said, impossibly audible over the roar of rushing wind and water. "But I am not. I know that if you can possibly avoid it, you never leave an enemy alive to come back and threaten you a second time. And you are the greatest enemy Hiccup and Berk have ever faced." The man in grey raised the hand closest to Drago, and to his shock a blue-white glow formed around it.
"What witchcraft..." Drago murmured, but the man in grey ignored him.
"Good-bye, Drago Bloodfist," he said. And then Drago's world turned white.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
"No. No, you won't." The calm voice that seemed to come from all around him was almost as much a shock as his defeat had been. Drago twisted himself around as far as he could without losing his grip on the Leviathan's scales, sending his soaked braids flailing about and spraying water -- more water -- into his face.
"WHO DARES?" he bellowed.
"I dare," the voice replied, and something appeared in Drago's peripheral vision -- a helmeted man in grey, riding on some kind of device that skimmed along well above the water, easily keeping pace with the racing Leviathan. The sight was so unexpected that Drago for once was at a loss for words.
"Hiccup is a good man, a forgiving man," the figure in grey said, impossibly audible over the roar of rushing wind and water. "But I am not. I know that if you can possibly avoid it, you never leave an enemy alive to come back and threaten you a second time. And you are the greatest enemy Hiccup and Berk have ever faced." The man in grey raised the hand closest to Drago, and to his shock a blue-white glow formed around it.
"What witchcraft..." Drago murmured, but the man in grey ignored him.
"Good-bye, Drago Bloodfist," he said. And then Drago's world turned white.
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Spoiler-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.