I get up. Astrid looks up at me nervously. He starts walking forward. Calm down. You can do it. 

"You've made your worst mistake here, might be your last one too. You'll have run out of bones to break when you and I are through." He says.

I charge again. He grabs my shoulder. I wince. He slams me into the ground. Ow. I look up at him.

"I'll teach you all the lessons (Looking at Stoick.) your daddy never could." He says.

I wince. He grabs my neck. He throws me aside again. I hiss as I feel blood coming out of my mouth. I shakily stand up.

"C'mon Hiccup you can do this!" Astrid yells.

"Go on!" Fishlegs yells. 

He walks forward. I wipe my mouth.

"This cruel world doesn't give out presents just for being good, so-" He starts.

"Fight, little wolf, fight!" The men roar.

I look up at my dad. That is what I'm fighting for. Berk is what I'm fighting for. I charge from the side. He throws his blade down. I slide under it and slash his chest. It looks like a paper cut, but at least it was something. He grabs my leg. My real leg. Oh no. He spins me around. He slams me into the ground again. I wince. He puts his foot on my chest. I gasp for air. He slams his fist into my face. It felt harder than steal.

"Wanna entertain me?" He asks.

"Bite, little wolf, bite!" The men yell.

I slam my blade into his leg. He winces and gets up. I brush my face off.

"Not bad, you're doing better than I thought you would." He says.

"Well, that's very considerate." I say.