The horse's hooves patted against the dirt road as they traveled under the slowly setting sun, their black coats glistening under it.

"According to this, at the rate were going, we should reach another village around midday tomorrow." Dusty said looking at the map.

"Perfect." Thyra nods, sitting back in the saddle. "So we'll get some provisions, and move on quickly. No use staying long."

"Yeah, especially when word gets around that The Black Deaths are hanging around here."

Thyra smirks. "Do you think they received the message well? The arrow move was pretty genius."

"From the screaming we heard, I think they received it well." Dusty said with a smirk.

"That was fun, especially rowling them up before we left."

"Yeah, but one day, we'll have to thank them for the horses they so kindly gave us." Dusty joked

Thyra laughs, patting her horse's neck. "Yeah, they're pretty good ones, at that."

"We still need to name them." he said patting his horse's neck.

"Ha. Well, I'd have to say that's easier said than done."

"I've got a name already, how do you like Blackwater girl?

The horse threw her head around and gave an affirming neigh.

"Blackwater it is then." Dusty said giving her another pat.

"I have an idea, I was thinking this one could be Misty." Thyra grins, patting her horses head. The horse snorts, and the sound of smacking lips could be heard. Thyra laughs. "Misty, it is then!"

"I'm surprised they're acting like this, when we first saw them, they looked like they didn't want to ba around anybody."

"And then it's like they just met us and...everything changed."

" I'm just glad to have them."

"Agreed. This whole thing would be a lot more complicated, too!"

They both turned and looked behind them when their pack horse gave a snort, clearly displeased he doesn't have a name.

"Alright big boy, how do you like Tug?"

The horse threw a small excited buck and chomped at his bit.

"He likes it." Thyra grins.

"Glad he does, it was the only name I could think of." Dusty admitted

They continued along the road, as the sun began dropping below the trees on their left, when Dusty felt something.

"Thyra stop." he quickly said reigning in Blackwater

Thyra jerks back on the reins, pulling to a stop. She tenses, and looks around.

"We're being watched, drop your mask." he says dropping his.

She drops her mask, pulling Tug up to her and Misty's side. A rustle came from a bush to their left...

"Well well, look what we got here!" a man yelled emerging from the brush, add in hand. "Two dragon hunters."

Thyra stifles a smirk. "Look what we've got here, eh? An idiot talking to trees." Thyra exclaims.

"Ohh, don't think I've ever hear they were taking little girls in." the man mocked

"I'm not a little girl." She hisses through her teeth.

"Yeah sure, but I'm going to ask both of you to step of those horses, and drop all weapons, if you don't, it ain't gonna end well for ya." the man said as another half-dozen emerged from all sides.

Thyra laughs sarcastically. "Sure. Your highness." She makes no signs of moving, but her hand moves to her belt.

"We're losing daylight, get off those horses!" the leader yelled as his men inched toward us.

"Or what?"

"Or what? Or what! That's all you have to say? Rush em lads!" the leader yelled

"Pfft. Some lads!" Thyra laughs, watching the men stumble towards them.

Dusty jumped off of his horse, drawing his sword in the process, and blocked a slash from one of the men, before giving him a punch to the face, dazzing him, and twisted around to block a made aimed at his head.

Thyra lazily jabbed at a man with her staff, staying on the saddle for the hell of it. "You ever fought before at all?!" She asks, giving the man a slash across the face. He cries out in anger and slashes at her leg, but she kicks him away, only getting a small scrape.

Dusty used his shield to hit the man, before burying his sword in the mans ches, he dropped lifeless. He swing back around to face the first man, blocking the mans sword stroke with his shield. He kicked the man back, before slamming the hilt of his sword into his face, breaking his nose, and knocking him out.

Thyra finally jumps down from the horse, keeping one hand on the reins and the other on her staff, and she engages in a swift battle with the man, spinning and driving as much force into every hit. Within seconds the man lays on the ground, bleeding out. Thyra gives a smirk, cracking her knuckles.

"Who's next?"

The leader charged toward her.

Dusty faces the last man on his side, who was only armed with a hunting how.

"Your not going to win this, so drop the bow, and I'll let you walk away." Dusty says to the man.

The man didnt, instead he drew an arrow and fired at Dusty, missing him.

Dusty watched the arrow fly past him, before giving a smirk under his mask, "my turn."

Within a few seconds, he inshouldered his bow, knocked an arrow, aimed, and fired, hitting the man square in the chest.

"And I win, you should have just given up buddy." he says under his breath, before moving to help Thyra, not that she needed it.

Thyra let go of the reins, and turned to face the man, pointing the staff threateningly at the leader.

"You've signed your death warrant." she says simply, before turning and striking at the man. He dodges it swiftly, but it doesn't throw her off, because she was prepared for it. Instead she punches him in the face, before jamming a throwing knife into his shoulder. She rips it out, and uses her staff to block a blow from his sword.

Then, she knocks him off his feet, and rips his sword out of his grasp, before jamming it into his stomach. She stands up, dusting off her hands.

"You good?" Dusty asks walking up to her.

"Yeah, you?" she asks, patting her horse with one hand to settle her.

"Yeah I'm perfectly fine, surprised our horses are still here, I've always heard they run when there's a fight."

"Depends on how well they are trained, and how close they are with their riders." Thyra responds with a shrug.

"Then it must have been the training, we've only been with them a day." he said, before sensing something behind them. "Duck!" he yells dropping to the ground.

Thyra didn't hesitate and dropped to the ground, and they dodged the arrow aimed at them, but to flew over them, and hit Misty.

"MISTY!" Thyra yells, watching the horse whiny in pain. Then, she snaps her head and glares daggers at the man who fired.

"I'll kill you." she growls, charging him.

The man doesn't know what hit him, one moment he was standing, the next he was on his back on the ground.

Thyra crouches over him, fury pulsing through her. The man's eyes widen, and he blinks.
"Your eyes."

"What? They're gonna be the last thing you see. So speak up, before I end you."

"Eyes, eyes, eyes." was all he said

She hears another pained cry from the horse and basically hisses, before stabbing the man multiple times in the heart. She growls at his shape, before the light leaves his eyes.

Then her attention turns to Misty. The poor horse was bleeding, and Dusty had just pulled the arrow out. She walks over to the horse, petting her face sadly.

"She's a lucky one, the arrow hit a rib, so no major damage, but she's gonna have a scar." Dusty said breaking the arrow and throwing it aside and lifting his mask up.

"Scar's show bravery." Thyra admits, lifting her mask up as well. "She'll be fine. But I won't be riding her." she rubs Misty's softly, and the horse nudges her. "I won't do that to her." She cracks a smile. "Tug's probably been jealous anyway."

"I can see a small clearing a few dozen feet off the road, want to make camp there? We shouldn't be spotted even with a fire going."

"Sure." Thyra agrees, following his gaze. "I think that's a good idea." She grabs Misty and Tug by the reins, and leads them away.

They lead the horses away from the blood soaked road, making sure to drop one of their crests, and slowly move into the clearing, which had a nice stream flowing through it.

"I'm gonna look for some herbs for her, you staying here?"

Thyra nods wordlessly and walks over to the water, looking to wash a rag in it to be used to clean Misty's wound. She kneels on the water's edge and sighs, dipping the cloth in.

Dusty grabs his satchel and walks off into the forest.

Then, her eyes find her reflection as she rings out the cloth. She jumps back with a strangled gasp, then shakes her head and peers back over at it, just to jump away again with a "What the hell?!" She rubs her eyes, but they're still there. Her slitted eyes...

Dusty grabs some Yarrow from the ground and places it in his satchel, when he hears a wagon passing, so being curious, drops his mask and moved toward the road. He watched as the driver and guard hopped off the wagon, looking at the bloody mess in front of them.

"What the Hell happened here?" the driver asked seemingly no one.

"I have no clue, but this was Mcadish and his gang." said the guard, looking at the leaders body.

"Lets keep going, we can tell the next town and they'll send someone out here." the driver said pulling himself back up onto the wagon. The guard following suite.

As the wagon continued on its path, the occupants a little wary now, Thyra stood and found her way to Dusty, tapping him on the shoulder. She hadn't seen or heard the wagon, too caught up in her own world.

Dusty jumped at the touch and spun around, drawing his daggur, before realizing who it was.

"Dang it Thyra, you scared the Hell out of me."

"Sorry, I just wanted to know if it's just me seeing things, or if there is something wrong with my eyes..." she shrugs.

Dusty looks at her eyes, and recoils in shock, they were slitted like a dragons.

"You're not imagining it." he confirmed

"Well that's good, I'm not insane. Just cursed." She exclaims sarcastically, throwing her arms up.

Dusty lifted his mask

"Heh." Thora mutters, looking at him. "Welcome to the demon team!"

"Are my eyes like that?" he asked a little nervous.

"No, I was kidding. But they might do it eventually."

"Great, how are we going to blend in now?"

"Well, I was hoping it would turn off, so thanks very much for the vote of confidence."

"No problem." he answered sarcastically. "But I got the herbs for Misty, you want to take care of her?"

"Yeah. Thanks." She takes the herbs and heads back towards Misty, hoping to get her better.

Dusty followed right behind her.

Thyra removed Misty's tack, before she dabbed at the wound with the wet rag, trying to avoid infection, before mashing some of the herbs up into a paste, and smothering it over the wound.

"Well, it's the best we can do. We'll just have to keep an eye on it." Thyra admits. "And keep these herbs to apply later."

"Well that's some good news." Dusty said from Blackwater, who was getting mud and dirt brushed out of her coat. "But what about your eyes?"

Thyra shrugs, checking her reflection as she washes off the bloody rag in the stream. "Well, they're gone."

"They're what?" Dusty asked surprised.

Thyra laughs. "Not the entire eyes, but the slits. They're back to normal."

"Well that's even better news, but my question is, why are they doing that?"

"I don't know, but I think it happened after I was really angry. After he shot Misty. So maybe it's connected to that?"

"Could be, but we didn't know if they did that before the fight, so we can't be certain."

"Yeah." Thyra nods in agreement.

"Also, I got this from the guys." he holds up a pouch.

"Yeah?"

"Gold, a good bit of it too." he said placing it back in his satchel.

"Well, that could come in useful."

"Yeah, I'm thinking we grab some proper provisions and maybe a nice meal at the next town, fake identities and all that."

Thyra laughs. "Sounds like a plan to me! And make sure we don't use our last fake identity names, people could put it together. So we'll have to come up with some new ones."

"And continue the warning about The Black Deaths." he said with a laugh.

"Yes, spread some more rumours, scare the crap outta people, that'll be fun!"

"And maybe show them what they can do." he said with that thought.

"Alright. I say we settle down, and move off at first light. Our dragons should show up in a couple hours, too!" Thyra suggests, gathering wood and flint for a fire. She grabbed enough branches and moved back to the clearing, quickly working on getting the fire going.

Dusty gets up to help her, and they get a good fire going in minutes.

As they sat around the glowing fire, Thyra was always looking around the outskirts of the clearing, and at Misty to make sure there were no 'surprises' and no problems with Misty. Everything seemed alright though, but she still sat and sharpened her knives.

"Ok, what's wrong, you've looked like that all day." Dusty asked Thyra, clearly concerned.

Thyra shrugs. "I don't know. The hunters, the guys that shot us before, the fact that we're more than likely to run into my uncle. Whatever the hell that's happening to us. There should be a book." She laughs bitterly at the end.

"I've been thinking about that last part, and the only thing I can think of is that moon. We were fine till after that."

"Yeah. It makes complete sense to me too. I remember the cave being pitch black on the way out, and then back in it afterwards? It wasn't. And let's not forget the mood swings that followed."

"Yeah, and we dodged that apple, that I had my back too. And the arrow that hit Misty, which also came from behind me." Dusty pointed out.

"We gotta say, our reflexes have really improved." To prove her point, she sloppily throws a knife at Dusty's boot, which he easily dodges.

"Hey, did you have to do that?" he asked

She shrugs with a smirk. "No. Just proving the point."

"Well it's proven." he said tossing her knife back.

She resumes sharpening it.

Dusty looks at the fire in thought, then gets up, going to Blackwaters saddlebag, and pulls a small chest out.

"Where the hell did you get that from?" Thyra asks, turning her head to watch him.

"It was on one of the wrecked ships, you never know when your gonna need it, could you unlock it real quick, I threw the key out so no one can steal it." he said, setting it down.

Thyra stands up and takes the small chest, turning it over in her hands to see if she can find the release. She finds it at the base and jams her knife into it, wiggling it around. The chest gives off a small click, telling them it's open.

"There ya go."

Dusty opens it, and pulls out all the papers made by Hiccup.

"I'm wondering if there's something in here about that moon, this guy seems to know everything." he says grabbing a few.

Thyra takes a couple and shifts through them. "Hmm. Let's see... Changewing...Screaming Death...Lycanwing." She pauses at the last one and reads it. "Well, we haven't been bitten, so it's not that."

"Thank Thor for that." Dusty says. "Lets see here...Deadly Nadder...Typhoomerang...Night Fury...Terrible Terror... Wait, Night Fury." he pulls the paper out again, and scetchee above the description, is a perfect drawing of another Night Fury.

"Whoa." Thyra peers over at it. "Who the hell can draw that well, build things, AND supposedly train dragons?! So, what does it say?"

"Basically, this drawing is of his Night Fury, who he named Toothless. He shot him down in a raid and destroyed his tail, so he can't fly without him."

Thyra sniggers. "Toothless? I guess it makes sense with the retractable teeth. Oh, he must have felt so bad after shooting him down, AND taking his flight away."

"Well since he drew this, Toothless forgave him, now, everything else is stuff we already know, The Unholy Offspring of Lightning and Death Itself, Ect." he puts it to the side and keeps looking through the papers

"What I don't understand, is why this Hiccup guy would give away information about dragons, if he's friends with them now. Because what's going to happen when the wrong people get a hold of it?"

"I don't know, but we can ask him when we arrive at Berk." he says, showing her a sketch of the island, and it's village, full of dragons.

"Whoa. Giving away your position as well? What an ameuture. But it looks like a pretty cool place."

"Hold up, I got a journal entry." he said, pulling out a smaller price of paper.

"Oh, cool! What's that say then?"

"The war is over, we stopped Johan at Berserker island, the hunters have abandoned the archipelago. Dagur and Heather thanked us for our help, and invited us to his wedding, didn't see that coming. We have decided to vacant Dragons Edge, and return back to Berk." he read.

"Wow. So he left Berk temporarily? And the Berserkers, I'm pretty sure Dagur's the chief? Some drama with his father. Also, Dragon's Edge is an awesome name." Thyra admits. "Except, the hunters aren't done, that's for sure. We found that out."

"All the more reason to get to Berk." he said, looking through more papers, then stops at one.

"I bet Pulse and Dark would love to see Toothless." Thyra stops, seeing him pause. "What's that?"

"Its another journal from Hiccup, and it's about something from a person named Gothi."

"Okay. And what does this one say?"

"It's a prophecy."

A moon of red
The red of blood
Will fuse four
Like none before
Revenge is what fuels them
For those who wronged them
And they stop at none
Till it is done

"That pretty much sums us up." Thyra says.

"Do you think it's talking about us?"

"Well it's not talking about the hunters." Thyra responds sarcastically. "I never thought I would be a part of a prophecy. Is that all it says? We're gonna need more than eight lines to explain why we're like this."

"That's all it says, but there's writing below it." he said reading

"Helpful. What does the writing say?"

"Only that Gothi had this come to her in her sleep, and that two would be humans, two would be dragons. The fuse is a link between them, the two humans would gain a few of the dragons abilities, but it doesn't give any other details." he said, finishing.

"Alright. Well, you can't tell me that it doesn't sound like us." Thyra says. "It's so far the only thing that has come close to explaining us."

"And it explains why we've been different, we got our dragons abilities."

"Yeah. So what now?"

They were interrupted by the flapping of wings, and two dragons landing in the clearing.

"Pulse!" Thyra grins excitedly, greeting the dragon, who purrs and smothers her in saliva. "Gross..."

Dusty runs up to Dark, and gives him a big hug. "It's great to see us bud, and you won't believe what we found."

"Yeah. We're not insane! Just cursed!" Thyra grins.

"I don't think curse is the right word." Dusty say chuckling. "I think this is a gift."

"Now we can see in the dark, move quicker, and get extremely angry which can aid us in battle, so it has its perks!" Thyra laughs.

Dark laid down next to the fire, as Blackwater and Misty came closer, curious.

Thyra pointed over at Misty, who had her ears pricked and head raised. "She's a friend. Don't eat her!" Thyra tells Pulse, who purrs in curiosity, tilting her head at the strange creature. Dusty lead Blackwater to Dark, who noticed the saddles placed to the side. And both dragons gave their riders a look of confusion, were they being replaced?

Thyra laughs. "You're not being replaced! They're to help us travel when you can't be there! You're still my favourite!" She tells Pulse.

Dark laid down next to the fire, and Dusty sat down next to him. Thyra and Pulse did the same, while all three of the horses started grazing on the edge of the camp.

"So we should reach the next village tomorrow, and do what we need to do." he said. "What do we need the most?"

"Well, we'll need to pick up some better medical supplies, but I feel like we should get some things to help tell people who did it. Like black ribbons, and stuff."

"Hmm, I like that, I can color my arrowheads black, and put a black ribbon on the end, same with your bolts."

"Which reminds me, we'll have to pick up some more arrows and bolts. Don't wanna run out!" Thyra admits.

"True, anything else?" Dusty aks, making a mental note.

"I think that's all." Thyra nods.

Pulse gets up and stretches, and looks over at the horses, and notices the wound on Misty. She gets Thyra's attention, and seems to ask, what happened?

"Oh, that. We nearly got robbed," Thyra shrugs casually. "But, it's all good now. We handled it, and we're fine. Misty will be fine."

Pulse walks over to the horse, who turns her head to look at the dragon. Pulse opens her mouth and reaches up towards Misty.

"Hey! What did I say?! No eating!" Thyra scolds, but all Pulse does is slide her wet, sticky tongue down the wound.

"Oh, gross!" Thyra winces. "Poor Misty!" The horse side jumps away and trots to a different patch of grass, seemingly freaked out.

Pulse shakes her head and walks back over to the group. "I don't think Misty is going to appreciate that. I hope the herbs aren't destroyed."

"I think it's ok, but, why?" he asked, confused.

Thyra shrugs. "I have no idea."

Dusty stands up, and grabs his bow, "I'll take first watch."

Thyra nods. "Alright." Pulse settles down at her side once again, trying to get horse hair off her tongue.

"Hey Pulse, if you need to, there's a stream." Dusty said, climbing into a tree.

Pulse bounds over to it, and returns in about thirty seconds, pleased. Thyra smiles as she leans up against the dragon, still confused by her earlier actions, but deciding not to question it.

They were packed up within minutes the next morning, ready to get on the road. Thyra was patting Misty, when she looked at her wound.

"Uh...Dusty?" She calls, surprise in her tone.

"Yeah? What is it?" Dusty called back from tacking Blackwater.

"Come and have a look at this!"

Dusty finishes with Blackwater, and walks over, adjusting his armor. "What is it?"

"Just stop asking and look." Thyra rolls her eyes.

Dusty looks at Misty, but doesn't see what she's talking about. "I don't see anything."

"Exactly." Thyra exclaims. "Dusty, that's where the wound was." She points to a spot on Dusty's side.

"What...how...wounds like that don't heal overnight." he said surprises

Thyra pauses, recalling the previous day. "Well, it's either, them herbs are incredible, or...Pulse's saliva is."

"Hold up." Dusty grabs the Night Fury paper out of the chest, which hasn't been packed or closed. "Ok, tell me something." he said reading the paper over.

Thyra begins tacking Misty up, checking to see if there's pain. The horse doesn't react at all when the would-be-wound is pressed.

"Yeah?" She asks.

Dusty looks up from the paper, "Yep, according to this, Night Fury saliva has amazing healing properties, and can heal even the most dreadful wounds overnight. And we've already seen this happen once before, though we didn't realize it till now."

"And that would be?" Thyra asked

"When Flame was shot, Dark licked his wounds, and they were basically healed the next morning, we just never put them together."

"That's true!" Thyra nods. "It's pretty cool. Misty seems fine now, and the only way you could tell there was a wound at all, is that the hairs are a little shorter than the rest."

"Well then we better get going." Dusty said, packing the chest and mounting Blackwater.

"Yeah." Thyra grabs Tug's lead, swings up onto Misty's saddle, gathering the reins up, and nudging her forward.

They said goodbye to Dark and Pulse, and headed out.

They travelled all morning, and arrived at the village as the sun reached its peak, they made camp about a five minute ride outside of the village.

"So, fake names again?" Dusty asked Thyra as they dismounted.

"Yeah. Ideas?"

"I'll be Axel, you?"

"I'll just go with Thora." She shrugs. It was admittedly close to her real name, but it wasn't close to 'Sunniva'.

"Alright, story?"

"We're here for supplies, and then we're on our way to your fathers farm in the next village?" Thyra suggests.

"Works for me, I got the gold." he said tossing the small bag in the air.

"Perfect." Thyra nods.

Dusty sheathed his daggur in its hidden spot, as Thyra sheathed hers and her throwing knives, also hidden, and they both grabbed their satchels.

"Let's go." Dusty said, pocketing their gold.

They surge on, and enter the village in a matter of minutes.

"Where to first?" Thyra asks.

"The market, we should be able to get everything we need there." many villagers turned and looked at him, hearing his accent.

"Perfect!" Thyra says, "Let's go before they jump you." She adds at a whisper.

They walk into the market, and start browsing around, and buying what supplies they needed.

"Hey, let me grab something for the horses, you want to wait here?" Dusty asked looking over at a stall.

"Alright. Try to talk as little as possible." Thyra jokes, holding Blackwater's reins for him.

She listened in on a conversation nearby, it was a bunch of kids.

"Everyone knows it's not real!" One boy says.

"Yeah, my mum says it's just a scary story!" A girl adds.

"It must be one of those stories adults tell us to keep us away from going places." The first boy adds.

"Guys! It's real! They're real! And if they catch us joking around, they'll kill us too!" Another boy yells.

"Don't be stupid. Grow up!" The girl says.

"I'm serious here!" The second boy exclaims.

"Your being a baby, like you always are!" replied the first boy, giving him a shove into a stall support.

Thyra frowns, not liking it. She tenses.

"The Black Deaths are real!" The boy cries, holding his arm.

"You're such a wimp." The first boy gives him another shove.

Thyra frowns, and nudges her horse into a walk, taking Blackwater and Tug along too.

"Hey," she calls to the kids, jerking the reins to jerk Misty to a stop. "Cut it out. The Black Deaths are real, alright!" She exclaims.

"Yeah right, like I would be stupid enough to believe that, especially from a stranger like you." The first boy snaps.

Thyra rolls her eyes. "I've seen them. Do you want to know what they do to people? Well, I'll tell you." She nudges Misty closer and looks down at the kids.

"We believe you as much as we believe this runt here." the girl says, punching the kid in the stomach.

"Hey Thora, what's going on?" Dusty asks as he walks up.

"Well, Axel, these idiots are bullying a little boy, because he believes in the Black Deaths." Thyra responds.

By now a few villagers have stopped to watch.

"Hey, you lay one more hand on him, and you'll have to deal with me." Dusty says walking up to them, hand near his hidden daggur.

"Trust me, you don't want that." Thyra nods.

"Oh spare us the squalor." the boy says, aiming another punch at the poor boy. Dusty manages to grab the poor boy and pulls him away.

Thyra smirks, leaning forward in the saddle to watch the exchange. "You pathetic idiots will regret that." She taunts.

"Should we intervene" She hears a villager ask behind her

"No, that's the last thing you want to do." She responds

Dusty gets right in the two kids faces.

"Are you deaf?"

"No we're not foreigner." he stretches the last word, making it sound worst. "And you're just pathetic, standing up for that little runt, he should have died at birth."

"Oh, we're not just standing up for the kid," Thyra replies, jumping down from the saddle and walking up to the kids as well, angry. "We're gonna show you why you shouldn't beat on others..."

That's when a man broke through the crowd, "What the hell is going on?"

"These two foreigners are threatening us dad." the boy said

"Yeah, they were going to kill us dad." said the girl

The man turned toward Dusty and Thyra, "Well, explain yourselves, why are you threatening the heir and his sister?"

Thyra shrugs.

"They were bullying the kid behind me." as the kid poked his head out

"Oh that little runt? No one cares about him." the chief replied.

"Well you're a lovely chief, aren't you?!" Thyra scoffs. "Say, aren't you supposed to be caring for everyone in your village? I have to say, I wouldn't come running to you if I lived here and there were attackers."

The chief threw a punch at Thyra, which she dodges, but he doesn't dodge the punch Dusty throws at him, which sends him into the dirt. Dusty looks down at him with fury in his eyes.

Gasps were heard through the crowd, as the cheif's kids jaws dropped

"Wanna try that again big guy?" Thyra asks, crossing her arms. "Cause I have a strong right hooker that I'd love to show you."

"Guards! Get them out of my village!" the chief yells, still on the ground.

"Oh what a great chief you are." growls under his breath, as armored guards escorted him and Thyra out of the village.

"Well I have to say," Thyra begins, mounting Misty, who followed them out with the other horses. "I wouldn't want to live there."

Dusty didn't say anything as he mounted Blackwater.

Thyra looks over at him. "Are you okay?"

He looks over at her, "Define ok."

She winces. "Unslit eyes?"

"Not surprised that they are, after all that we just saw, yours are slits as well."

She blinks. "Yeah. I kinda wanna go back in there and rip their throats out."

"How bout we do that, show them The Black Deaths are real." he said with a smirk.

Thyra smirks. "Sounds like a plan to me."

They arrived at camp, just as the sun started to set, and they doned on their armor and weapons, making sure to dye and paint their arrows, bolts, and Thyra's throwing knives.

"How much damage do you want to cause?" Dusty asked painting his arrowheads black.

"A lot." Thyra replies, painting her bolts pitch black.

"They have mostly wooden houses, they should burn easily, and the guards weren't even holding their weapons right, can any of your people put up a decent fight, besides you."

Thyra laughs. "I'm guessing all the 'warriors' have been sent to the capital. Can't say how good they are."

Dusty laughed as he finished his last arrow.

"Let's go show them what they got themselves into." he said dropping his mask and mounting Blackwater.

Thyra smirks, dropping hers without a word, and getting into Misty's saddle.

They rode toward the entrance of the village, and were met by the two guards that escorted them out.

"Hey, who are you!" one of them called out

Dusty drew an arrow, and dropped the other man without a sound.

"Stop! State your business!" the man yelled, just to be silenced by a dagger through the throat. Thyra leans down and pulls it out, smirking.

"Wimps."

They entered the village, which still had a bit of activity going on.

Dusty shot another guard, who happened to be next to the chief, who ran inside the house he was next to.

Thyra jumps off her horse and storms in after him, stabbing a guy in the throat on the way.

Dusty aims and shoots any person that came in his way, which almost everyone, and he happened to run into the cheif's kids again, who were tormenting the same kid again.

Thyra finds the chief backed into the kitchen, shouting for guards. As soon as he sees her, he runs. She cackles but let's him go—she'll get him later. She emerges from the house and spots Dusty a while away, so she heads over.

The heir puts another punch on the helpless kid, And he calls to the dirt.

"Well, well, well, nice to see you two here." Dusty says looking at them, as Thyra walks up.

"What've we got here?" Thyra asks.

"Don't know sis, looks like two kids beating another, what do you think?"

"Mhmm. That's not too good, is it bro."

The two bullies had red all over their faces, while the poor kid on the ground was looking up in awe.

"Guess we'll have to teach them a lesson..." Thyra presents a bloody dagger.

"You got the chief?"

"The coward ran. But he'll be back."

"And I'll put my sword through him." pulling out his daggur

Thyra walks forward and picks the girl up by the collar, pinning her against a nearby house and holding the knife to her. The girl whimpers. "Who are you?"

Dusty grabs the boy by the neck, and puts his dagger to his neck.

"So, which one goes first sis."

"Well brother, I was thinking the kid decides." She gestures to the runt of the village, stood frozen.

"M-me?" He utters.

"You tried to warn everyone kid, none of them listened, now they have to pay for their mistakes. So which one goes first, if you don't choose, we will." Dusty says to him

The boy quivers where he stands. "Choose quickly. We're not patient people." Thyra presses the knife to the girls neck, drawing a trickle of blood.

"I'm giving you to the count of five kid." Dusty says

"T...the...the heir...the boy." He stutters after tense seconds.

"Finally!"

"Now run home to your mother. If she's still alive," Thyra sneers to the runt.

"I...I lost my...parents."

"Really now? For how long?" Dusty asked

"T-Three years now." He stutters.

"Is that so?" Thyra adds from her position of pinning the girl.

"You hear that you little brat, this poor guy lost his parents, and all you ever did was beat him to the dirt."

"Yeah? Beating him up instead of helping him, look where that's got you!" Thyra shoves the girl a little, and she starts crying. "Don't feel too nice, does it?!"

"Kid, you might want to look away."

The Kid turns away.

"Enjoy Helheim you little brat." Dusty says, before slitting his throat.

Thyra smirks as the girl cries out for her brother, but is cut off into a scream when Thyra drags her dagger down her stomach. Then, she slits her throat and steps away.

"Lunch?" She jokes.

"Nah, we got a meeting with the chief, and village."

Dusty turns back to the kid, who was still looking away with his hands over his ears.

"Yeah. If the chief hasn't turned tail and ran." Thyra agrees.

"We're gonna have to do something about him." Dusty says, still looking at the kid.

Thyra nods, walking up to the kid. "But what?" She asks Dusty.

"The village is going to kill him."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Thyra says, turning and punching someone who was trying to sneak attack her. She stabs them in the head.

"No we can't, and we have someone else coming up about eight feet behind you."

Thyra grins, "I know," she waits till they're behind her, before dodging out of the way of their sword swipe, and moving beside them, using their own sword to drive into their stomach.

"Oh, you got two guys coming at you from your left." She warns Dusty.

"Yeah, sword or bow?"

"Sword." Thyra answers.

Dusty draws his sword and stabs the first man in the stomach, pulls it out, and decapitated the second.

"You got blood on your armour." Thyra laughs.

"Eh, we've had worst." he said, shaking some off.

"True. So, find the chief?" Thyra asks, glancing around the crowd.

"Yeah, then raze the village to the ground." he says, grabbing a burning torch.

Thyra smirks. "That sounds perfect to me."

He tosses it through an open window, and turns back to the kid, tapping him on the shoulder.

He turns and looks at them, face full of fear.

"You stay right here, or else."

The kid nods and Dusty and Thyra walk off.

"Where was the chief at?"

"He was in that house, but I doubt he'd be there now, unless he really is stupid." Thyra replies, pointing to the one she'd chased him into.

"Seeing the rest of the village, he's probably still in there."

"Probably." Thyra nods, drawing her staff. "One way to find out."

Dusty draws his sword and shield, and busts down the door, to find the chief And his five remaining guards with weapons drawn.

"Hello again." Thyra nods, twisting her staff to take an offensive position. "Who first?"

"Where's my son and daughter? Where are they!" he yelled at them.

"In helheim, where they belong, don't worry, you'll see them soon enough." he said with a laugh.

"Sure are screamers!" Thyra laughs bitterly. "But, you can listen to them sobbing all you want in a few short seconds."

"But I'll give your guards a chance to live, drop your weapons." Dusty says.

Only two guards drop their weapons, disappearing through an open door without a second thought.

"Alrighty." Thyra nods.

Dusty moved forward and stabbed the first guard in the neck, then spun around to slice the seconds guard arm off, he falls screaming.

Thyra stabs the last guard in the stomach twice, and once in the neck for good measure. Then she turns and pins the chief to the wall with her staff.

"So. Can't run off now, eh?" She grins under her mask, already seeing the chief sweating.

"Please, don't kill me." He says, but knowing it was no use.

"Chief, she's called the merciless for a reason. He's yours sis." Dusty says, sheathing his sword

Thyra shrugs. "Alright. If you insist." She jabs the staff right through his stomach, and he gasps, falling onto it as he dies. "Geez. You way more than my mum's meatloaf." She grumbles, shoving the chief off. She turns to Dusty.

"That was surprisingly easy. Am I getting better, or is every person we fight worse than before?"

"I think it's both." he says looking out of a window, as the village around them started to burn.

"I'll get the horses, you want to grab the kid?"

"Sure, if he stayed put." Thyra agrees, running out of the house. Sure enough she finds the kid right where they left him, looking relieved and scared to see her.

"Hey, kid. Come with me." She tells the kid. He stutters out an affirmation, and follows her as they head towards Dusty in the distance.

"Fire spreads quickly here, eh?" Thyra asks, the kid nodding nervously.

Dusty found Blackwater and Misty where they left them, and moved them away from the approaching flames. He saw Thyra with the kid headed towards them, but he also saw someone behind them.

"Thyra! Behind you!"

Thyra instinctively grabs the kid and side steps, but not before a sword cuts the kids face from above his left eye, down to his mouth.

Thyra swears and turns to end the attacker with a swift beheadment from her staff. "You okay, kid?" She asks as he holds his bleeding face.

Dusty brought the horses up, "you two ok?"

The kid nods. "It barely missed my eye."

Dusty looked at the wound, and grabbed a bandage from his saddle, "Your gonna have one hell of a scar." he said, applying the bandage.

Thyra looks around, killing another man rushing at them without looking. "We need to go, before the fire spreads completely and we have to ride through flames." She says.

Dusty mounts Blackwater, "hand me the kid."

Thyra jumps up onto Misty after passing the kid up to Dusty.

Dusty sets the kid in front of him, and they take off out of the burning village.