"Welcome to dragon training!" Pops declared enthusiastically, opening the gates to the arena where Vikings learned how to kill dragons. The group of five teens entered, looking around the place in awe. This was where they would finally leave behind their childhood lives and take another step closer to adulthood. They were ready.
Well, some were.
"Is no one else worried about possible death?" Mel Pugson asked. Rolling his eyes, Buddy Dachshund pointed out, "Dude, relax. You have a good chance of surviving. You only have a seventy five percent chance of dying." Shock on his face, his friend exclaimed, "That doesn't help at all!"
"At least you have a better chance than the Rabbu killer here!" Daisy piped up, making sure that Max heard it. And he did. He watched as the other teens laughed at the joke. Though she didn't laugh like the others, Gidget Pomeranian was smiling at it. Max sighed heavily. He liked her but he had no chance with her.
"Hey, got some good news for you," Duke commented, coming up behind his little brother Max. Resting a giant on the smaller teen's shoulder, he pointed out, "If you die, it's because the dragon will be using you as a toothpick after they get one of the others' helmets stuck in their teeth." His face falling at that, Max muttered, "Thanks, I really needed that..."
"You're welcome."
"I was being sarcastic..."
"Alright ya fresh meats, gather around. Teaching is now in session!" Pops called. Max watched as his older brother Duke walked away from the front gates. He was probably heading up to the top of the arena so he could get a better look of his untimely death. Sighing heavily, the younger Terrierson joined the other teens in a straight line.
Walking around near the smooth stone wall of the arena that had all the doors to cages, Pops seemed to be eyeing the teens like he would with meat at the butcher's shop. Clearing his throat, he announced, "It is time you all learned how to kill dragons. You will have to take on beasts such as the Terrifying Parakeen."
"Dude, that thing is the size of an otter! At least the bigger ones!" Buddy sneered.
"The Gigantic Panthera."
"Strength 50+." Mel murmured.
"The Deadly Sphynx."
"Accuracy 20+."
"The Ravenous Tabikat."
"Endurance 40-."
"The Monstrous Halcon-"
"Flame power 60+!"
"Would you stop that?!" Pops shouted. Taking a calming breath, he concluded while he grasped a lever, "And the Guina." Leaning towards Buddy and Max, Mel whispered, "Agility 15+." They both looked at him like he was an idiot or something. Meanwhile, Gidget raised her hand as she asked politely, "Sir, aren't you supposed to teach us what to do?"
"I believe in learning on the job," Pops declared, pulling down the lever and opening the cage door, freeing the Guina inside.
