renegades, httyd

xliii. Nothing Is Personal

renegades
chapter forty-three

     It was the Hunter's mistake to think we retreated. Returning back to the warzone, the arrows and catapults had ceased and I smirked a little, glancing down and checking the canvas pouches in Winglash's claws. Hiccup's plan seemed a little ridiculous, but also brilliant. We dived towards the boats with little mercy and some gasped and ducked, only to be confused when glowing blue algae broke apart from the canvas pouches against their faces and the deck.

     We shot back up before they could recover, and I heard Ryker's hysterics: "Oh, no!" he called up, unbeknownst to what we had done. I shared an amused look with Speedifist. "You got us! We surrender!"

     But they were no longer laughing when the Flightmare descended.

    "Ryker, Dagur?" Hiccup extended his arms out a little, smug, "I would like you to meet my friend, the Flightmare."

     There were yells for archers, but none could move as the Flightmare scurried along the deck after its food, spraying anyone in its way with a paralysing mist that turned their skin to blue, and their limbs to rigid ice. Hiccup's plan was working. And we could now go back in without the overwhelming attacks and finish this off.

     Speedifist let out a little cheer as he and Clueless took out a set of crossbows, laughing at the frozen hunters who could do nothing but stare as their ships were starting to get destroyed. I took to following Revna, lighting up the spikes from Winglash's tail with a flick through Moonstone's fire. Saber jetted out of her saddle seat like an arrow herself, propelling at men who hadn't been taken out by the Flightmare and latching her gums onto any flesh she could. I got a flicker of a memory back to Icestorm Island when one unlucky Hunter shrieked and fell to his knees to clutch━well, it's best to leave it, I think.

     "HEADS!" yelled Snotlout and Rev and I quickly got out of the way of the falling mast, the hooks at the bottom melting from a Monstrous Nightmare's breath. With a dive, scattering some hunters, he moved onto the second boat where the Twins and Wartihog were having the times of their lives causing explosion after explosion. Astrid swooped past the third, using her axe to cut loose the sails, sending the boat rocking dangerously━some frozen hunters fell onto their faces, letting out muffled groans of pain. Fishlegs dipped down with Meatlug's tail with a, "Yeah, Fishlegs!" and smacked more off their feet.

    It wasn't long before a Razorwhip joined us. I glanced up, destroying a catapult to meet up with Hiccup, eager to hear what had happened. Heather slumped, pale cheeks red with shame under her long, dark braid to say, "I'm so sorry, Hiccup. Viggo. He made me..."

    "I know, I know," Hiccup reassured her and her dark brows lifted. "It's okay, he tricked us all. Where is he now?"

     Heather placed a hand on her dragon's long, plated neck━glinting like silver. "S━Still on his ship, I think." She pointed downwards to the lonesome ship that had failed to join is brethen in the fight. Smaller, but despite that, seemed to speak volumns as: I'm better than you. You have lost. Whoever Viggo was, he was definitely infuriating. I could already tell he was some arrogant bastard with his nose stuck up in the clouds.