Staraster-A How To Train Your Dragon Fanfiction

Chapter 19~Your('e) Fair Game

~Kyrra's POV~
My hair stuck to my defeated face and my palms were clammy. It felt like an oven in my cell. I was on my knees in the dirt and my aching arms were strung out on either side of me, chained to the crumbling walls. My cell was a cave; it was as dark as a storm cloud. With a drowning heart I remembered that this game usually lasted a couple hours. I hoped our base had as many reds as they had blues, but for some reason I doubted it.
I was pretty annoyed at Arrow, honestly. He cheated, was about to kiss me, and then chained me in a cell. Those were decent reasons, right? "Hey!" a soft voice whispered. My head shot up and my jaw hardened. A girl who looked about my age cautiously slid her head around the corner of my cell, from the outside wall.
"Have you come here to gloat?" I snapped angrily. She frowned, her face in shadow, and glanced behind her. She seemed nervous about something. The girl came into full view with folded arms. She had long, thin brown hair held at bay behind her, pale skin, freckles, high cheekbones, and green eyes.
She wore a red top, of course, and a black layered skirt and plain boots. The girl was very pretty, and I had seen her around. I tried to remember if she had a dragon.
"No, I came to help you," she said, getting straight to the point and tapping her boot. I almost felt embarrassed at my helplessness as her soft voice floated to my burning ears.
"How could you possibly help me," I countered with sass, tempted to spit at her. She sighed and shifted her feet, and then hastily turned her left arm with another look down the tunnel so it could pass through the cell bars.
I watched her warily, unsure what was happening. "What are you doing?" I muttered, leaning away from her as she silently entered the cell. "We're going to switch places," she announced firmly, and snapped the chain off of my arm.
I waved it in the air, admiring it.
~Arrow's POV~
I snarled at my attacker, rearing my heel and then bashing it into his shin. "Easy," he muttered, wincing. He was telling ME to take it easy? Uh, no, that was not happening. He punched me in the stomach, and I staggered back into a tree that had mysteriously appeared.
With a nasty jab at his face I almost whistled for Bonecrusher, but I clenched my teeth. I could take this guy.
He parried it and punched me again, and I felt blood running down my face. I had some nasty things to call him right now. "What are you going to do?" he snickered as he held me up against the tree. Sweat drenched my face and my shirt stuck to me. I could hear a distant, high pitched feminine scream, and smell the sap from the large tree.
My heel hit the roots, and I quit breathing through my mouth to throw him off. His grip on my arms loosened and his ugly, freckled face stared at me with slight puzzlement as I stopped struggling. I stared at the crazed look in his eyes right before I kicked him where it counts.
Several things happened at once-he yelped, I punched him in the jaw, and when he staggered back I kicked his brick-like stomach with a war cry. I found myself in a sort of white haze, like a dream, and all I cared about was beating this guy up.
"I'm going to do this," I hissed. I aimed a round kick at his back but he blocked it and I fell on my butt. He was much bigger than me, but I had adrenaline, and he had stupidity. My hand lashed out for a stick next to me and I cracked it over his head.
He turned away, groaning, and before he could even realize he'd been hit I was on an anxious Bonecrusher and through the imprisonment of the forest canopy. I tightened my fists on his horns and violently wiped the blood off of my face.
Bonecrusher growled lowly, and shook his head as if to clear his vision, or thoughts. I smelled the salty breeze and watched my dragon's blood red feet skim the leaves. I took a panoramic view around us, in case Hiccup was hunting cheaters. Dark clouds were domineering over the normally blue sky on my left, all the way to the horizon.
The only thing I could hear was the flapping of Bonecrusher's wings and the wind. My hair flitted towards the ocean as I swiveled it around. The steep, looming mountains were on our left, and the ever-ominous clouds topped it like a crown.
The leaves rustled below us, and it smelled like it was very suddenly about to rain. It had been sunny with distanced clouds at the beginning of the game. "That's odd," I said to Bonecrusher, who was probably thinking the same thing. "For once, I actually agree with you," a familiar voice sounded behind me.
I startled, whipping my head around. Balanced on Bonecrusher's tail was a red vested Kyrra, and gliding silently behind her was a smiling Staraster. She held out her arms for balance and tip toed towards me. Why was she wearing a red vest? Bonecrusher snarled smoke, unsure what to do. He didn't want to hurt Kyrra, I assumed.
My inner warning sirens went off right before she was on me. She shoved me off of my dragon! I yelped and clawed at Kyrra as I slid off his left side. Bonecrusher snorted in alarm as I fell weightlessly.
I steadied myself, falling looking up, and trying not to freak out. "Kyrraaa!" I yelled, watching her get smaller. I could see the ground when I tilted my head, getting closer much faster than I would have liked! I vaguely clocked a white swirl on my left and at the same moment felt a burst of extremely warm air under me.
"Wh-" My sentence was cut short as I rode the growing wind like a carefree bird for half a second. I let out a breath, trying to understand what was happening. The wind angrily tugged at me as I began obeying gravity's commands again, and before I could even think a frenzied thought something caught hold of my shoulders and forced what little air I had out of me.
I glanced up, panicked and in shock, to see a devilishly well known Woolly Howl, who tucked her pale head under her neck to sloppily grin at me, spit flying off of her unique tongue with its red v symbol. Suddenly my thoughts were overrode by a memory from a few days ago: "She can shoot plasma now, remember?" Kyrra smiled as she stroked her dragon's mane.
"You saved me," I said to Staraster, surprised and grateful as the realization hit that she had shot a plasma blast under me to slow my descent. "Thank you."
I dangled loosely under her, her maroon claws locking over my shoulders securely. My feet swayed in the wind and I felt slightly nervous about my position, but I calmed my thoughts and focused on not dying.
The dragon just whooshed her huge snowy wings (along with me!) upward and didn't respond. I got the feeling Kyrra's dragon didn't think before she acted. Maybe that was something we had in common.
I'd expect nothing less.