Thyra smirks under her mask, looking around the crowd. "Ready to end this?" She calls to Dusty and D. "Cause I am."

"How many survivors are there?" Dusty asked, moving towards the crowd.

"Well there can't be too many of them." Thyra scans the crowd. "I'm hoping even fewer once we're done."

Dusty walks up to a villager, "There are no survivors." and he ran the villager through with his sword, earning a number of screams from their family.

Thyra draws her crossbow, and nails another one right in the head. "Now, that I can agree with."

By the time the sun was below the horizon, the few remaining villagers were surrounded by puddles of blood, as the The Black Deaths left the village, headed back to camp.

"Well that was fun." Dusty says.

"Same time tomorrow?" Thyra jokes, dismounting Misty and begging to remove her armour.

"Nah, we need to be gone by then, who knows how long it'll be before they send reinforcements." Dusty says dismounting and helping Donovan down.

"Yeah," Thyra agrees. "Sticking around isn't a good idea. But, that's if they have any reinforcements left."

"And if they can even lift a daggur."

"Or walk in a straight line," Thyra adds over her shoulder, unsaddling Misty.

They noticed Donovan sit by the fire, and start sharpening his daggurs, obviously angry about something.

"What's up?" Thyra calls to him, "I know what we did could be viewed as...brutal."

"Its not what you two did, it's what they did. The man I killed was my oldest cousin, who said he'd always be there for me."

"Wow. Big step for your first kill," Thyra nods, walking over and taking a seat next to him. "But I'm guessing he didn't live up to his words."

"Yeah, he was one of the first to shove me in the mud, beat me, and humiliate me."

"Well he should have died sooner." Thyra sighs.

Donovan stabbed his daggur into the ground, and looked at Thyra with his slitted eyes...wait.

Thyra blinks in surprise. "Wow." She murmurs.

"What?" Dusty asked

"Looks like Donovan is more like us than we thought." Thyra says.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, getting the last of his armor off.

"Just...Just look!" Thyra sighs in exasperation.

Donovan was looking at both of them with the 'what's going on?' expression.

Dusty leaned down and looked, and recoiled back. "What in the name of Thor? How did that happen?"

"My best guess is the lightning." Thyra replies.

"Didn't it hit Dark and Pulse before it hit him?"

"Yeah, and they're dragons. Who's eyes slit when they get angry."

"True..." he trailed off, looking at Donovan. "D, pull your mask off."

Donovan reluctantly reaches up and rips it off, heart still pounding in anger.

"What the..." Dusty trails off as he looks at Donovan's scar, that was glowing a lightning blue.

"Well that's an interesting development. We don't glow when we're angry, right?" Thyra mutters, moving closer to see. D cringes back, uncomfortable from the attention.

"Not that I know of, but that just makes the scar better." he said sitting next to Donovan, who was really becoming uncomfortable.

"I guess he got pushed over the edge, eh. Like we did."

"Could you two tell me what is going on?!?!" Donovan finally asked.

"Well, your eyes are slit, your scar is glowing, and you are becoming increasingly angry by the second." Thyra lists them on her fingers.

Donovans eyes widened at this and he scrambled to the nearby stream, and looked at his reflection.

"I'm...I'm a....I'm a monster." he says under his breath, but Dusty and Thyra heard it.

He turns towards them, eyes wide in horror despite his pupils being slit. "I...you..." he trails off, looking for a way out.

"D, it's going to be ok." Dusty said, trying to be reassuring.

"Just... calm down." Thyra adds.

Donovan stares at them, then draws his two daggers, "You did this to me, didn't you."

"YOU DID THIS TO ME!" he roars as they shake their heads denying his accusation.

Dusty puts his hand near his hidden dagger, "D, we didn't do this, and even if we could, we wouldn't do it to you."

"L-Lies!" the boy stutters terrified. He walks towards them with his daggers drawn, a deadly look in his eye. "Look what you've done! LOOK what you have DONE!"

"Donovan, calm the hell down!" Thyra exclaims. "Think about what you're doing!"

"Geez that temper really affects him." Dusty whispered to Thyra, as he drew his sword.

"We don't want to hurt you. We're not going to. But if you keep this up, we WILL take precautions!" Thyra exclaims, drawing her staff.

"Precautions? That's the best you can come up with?" Dusty asked her, getting in a ready position.

"It was the nicest word I could think of." she replies, twirling her staff into an offensive position.

"D, please don't do this, you're like a little brother to us, so please don't make us have to hurt ya."

"You will pay for this!" Is all Donovan growls, stalking closer.

Dark and Pulse stand next to Dusty and Thyra, ready to do whatever it takes to protect them.

"No, Pulse. Stand down. He's just a crazy twelve-year-old." Thyra assures the dragon, who ceases her growing but doesn't budge from her position at her side.

"Stand down bud, we can handle this." Dusty says to Dark, who also stops growling, and doesn't move.

Finally Donovan reaches them, letting out a shrill battle cry and lunging out with the daggers.

Thyra just backs up a step, and swings her staff around, colliding with the back of his legs harshly and forcing him to fall to the ground with a thud. Thyra looks down at him, eyes blazing. "Pull yourself together."

Dusty pulls his daggers away, as Donovan caught his breath. "D, you knew this wasn't gonna work."

Donovan slowly climbs to his feet, panting. "Think, D. Just think." Thyra tells him, resting her staff against her leg.

Donovan looks at her, then Dusty, then looks down at the daggers near Dusty's boot, realizing what he had tried to do, and started crying.

Thyra backs up with a wince, mouthing "He's crying. Now what?" to Dusty. She puts her staff away.

Dusty shrugs his shoulders, not knowing what to do.

Thyra slowly kneels next to Donovan, who had sunk to the ground in depression. She sets a hand on his shaking shoulder. "It's...it's alright. You were confused, you were...scared. Hurting." she begins uncomfortably, knowing she's never really had to do it before. "It could...anyone would react like that." she sends Dusty a 'please help' look.

Dusty kneels down next to D, "D, we know what that feels like, that's the night fury temper in you, me and Thyra dealt with it, and we almost killed each other, but trust me, this is the worst it'll ever be."

Donovan slowly looks up. "I just...i could have..."

"Come on, D. We've been through it. You're not alone here. And, by the way, nothing could have happened. We wouldn't have let it."

They all stopped when they heard Dark and Pulse look toward the tree line, and start growling.

"What is it bud?"

Thyra stands up slowly, eying the tree line. "I...I don't see anything." she mumbles to Dusty and Donovan.

Dusty slowly moves toward his armor, listening for anything.

Thyra watches Pulse's ear plates stick straight up, looking at the tree line.

"I think she does, though." She adds. Silence rings out, the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. She squints, seeing a glint of something, and then a sharp sound cutting through the air. Her eyes widen when she realised what it is. An arrow heading for her. She throws herself to the side, trying to avoid it hitting her heart. She cries out as it slices through her upper right arm, stumbling back.

"Thyra!!" Dusty yells as he takes cover behind Dark and Pulse, holding their helmets. Donovan next to him

"Son of a..." she clenches her jaw against the pain and quickly moves towards them, holding her arm.

Dusty looks out at the tree line, and rushes out to help Thyra. "Give me your injured one." he says,

She let's go of her injured arm, nodding as she hisses in pain. "Bloody...didn't even see them coming."

Dusty puts the arm around his shoulders, and helps her to the dragons, who are bouncing arrow after arrow. Once they get behind them, he puts her helmet on her.

"They saw us, they can't escape." she mutters through the helmet.

Dusty grabs his bow, and whistles for Blackwater, "they're not going too."

Thyra turns and mounts Pulse instead, choosing not to take Misty. "I'm not staying here, thank you very much. Let's show them...geez one arrow can sting...let's show them why they shouldn't mess with us." Pulse grows in agreement, seething because they hurt her.

Dusty mounts Blackwater, and fires an arrow into the treeline, the resounding scream says he hit something.

With a quick nudge, Pulse takes off into the sky, speeding towards the trees. "Wait for it..." Thyra murmurs, hanging in close. She spots a shape by a tree. "There!" Pulse turns and fires at the person, striking them right in the head. "Well, they're not getting up tomorrow. Or ever." Pulse warbles in agreement. "Let's get the rest!" they climb up above the clouds, before tipping down and creating the whistle, listening for the screams which give people away.

Dusty heard the familiar whistle as Thyra and Pulse started their dive, and he saw at least five shapes throw their shields over them. He put Blackwater into a gallop, And charged into their midst. Dismounting and drawing his sword, he brained one of them before the other four realized he was there, one of them tried to come from behind Blackwater, and ended up with two hooves slamming into his chest, causing his heart to explode. One of them knocked another arrow, but Dusty broke the bow, then broke his neck with the flat part of the blade. Dark appeared next to him, and finished the last two off with two plasma blasts. Donovan came up right after that as Pulse and Thyra landed in the clearing.

"Are there any more? We have to be sure!" Thyra asks determinedly. "If word gets out about us..."

"If anyone ran off, the dragons would have heard them." Dusty say, examining a body.

Thyra nods in understanding, patting Pulse. "But...what if they stayed still?" she jumped off and stalked towards a thick group of bushes, trusting her instincts. There she found one man, too busy reloading his crossbow to notice her. She rolls her eyes and slices his neck with her dagger. "There we go." she grins as the man slumps to the ground, gurgling nonsense.

Dusty looks up in a tree, gives Dark a signal, And he blasts a branch, bringing the two terrified occupants down with it. "Found two more!"

Pulse and Thyra walk up. Thyra holds her staff to ones throat while Pulse growls at the other. "Well, we'll have some fun with this! C'mon, let's get them to the clearing." they drag the protesting victims out into the open, Thyra clenching her jaw at the jarring pain in her arm.

"But let me get that arrow out of you first." Dusty says as he drops his prisoner.

Thyra sighs, but nods. "Fine, but I swear if they get away, you're eating raw fish for breakfast." she walks over to him.

She sits down, and Dusty grabs the arrow. "Not gonna lie, it's gonna hurt like hell."

"No kidding." she mutters, rolling her eyes.

"Ok, I'm going to pull on three, one...two...three." he yanks the arrow out.

"To the nine relms do you mind?! Why did you have to be so rough?!" Thyra shouts.

"Because I love you dammit!" Dusty shouts back, but it takes a second for him to register what he said, oh crap.

"Well I love you too, but it doesn't mean you get to RIP MY ARM IN HALF!" Thyra shouts back without thinking, then freezes.

Thank the Gods for the helmets...Because both of them were blushing underneath them.

"Uhh..." Dusty says awkwardly.

"Hey would you look at that, Misty's calling me, see Pulse? Yeah, you do. Let's go say hi!" Thyra blurts out, pointing to Misty at the far end of the clearing. She abruptly hops on Pulse and they take off.

"I still have to...finish your arm." he trails off as they fly off. He gets a smack on the head from one of Dark's ear plates, "It's not my fault it came out, you should have heard her." Dark rolls his eyes and lays down.

Pulse rumbles in laughter underneath Thyra as they land next to Misty, who lifts her head, snorts at them, then resumes grazing. "S-Shut up." Thyra murmurs, walking over to check over Misty in case she had any new injuries. She didn't.

Dusty checked Dark, Blackwater, and Donovan for any injuries, they didn't have any. But Dark kept teasing him about Thyra, "Dark, just drop it, she's probably gonna take my head off for saying that, from what I've seen, she never forgives or forgets." he said donning the rest of his armor on.

Thyra took her sweet time checking over Misty, before swinging up onto the horse's bareback. "You good Pulse?" the dragon purrs. "Good, tell Dusty and D i'm going hunting..." the dragon gives her an unimpressed look. "Right. Can't speak." she turns and shouts over to Dusty. "I'm going hunting! Be back in a few minutes!" Pulse gives her a look.

"You're never going to give it a rest, are you?" Thyra mutters as the dragon follows her out unto the treeline. The dragon purrs a firm 'no'. They only get ten metres away, before Thyra pulls back on the horse's mane. "Nevermind...the prisoners." she mutters, and they turn back towards camp.

"I thought this would be better!" Thyra grins, jamming her dagger into one of the prisoners arms. "Don't feel too good, does it?!" she moves the knife around, grinning at the guys screams of agony.

"So what are you hoping to get from these two." Dusty asked her, throwing her another daggur.

"Nothing really, just wanted to enjoy their pain!" Thyra grins, taking the dagger and jamming it into the other guy's leg, "And, it's working!" she adds as he screams. "Ah, there's nothing like bounty hunters pleading for mercy." she pulls another poster out of the first guys pocket, before taking all of his and the other guys weapons.

"What's the poster?" Dusty asked

"It's another one after our heads, but this time the reward is 30,000 silver a head."

"Descriptions?"

"Not really, a few things about us being escaped slaves and murderers, and these drawings of us are pretty off."

"Well, let's finish with these guys, and get moving."

"I like that idea!" Thyra cheers, stabbing one in the stomach twice.

Dusty tacks the horses up, and makes a spot on Tug's back for Donovan to sit.

Thyra finishes killing the prisoners in the most painful ways you can think, before gathering her stuff and saddling up Misty.

"That's a new one, throwing them on the fire."

"Don't you love the smell of burning flesh?!" Thyra jokes, before fake gagging and leading Misty away from the stench.

Dusty and Donovan caught up to her as they hit the road, and headed off towards the next village.

It took them two days of riding to make it to the village, where they would buy supplies and pass through.

"Ok, fake names time, I'll go with Axel again.

"Flick, this time." Thyra shrugs.

You're going with Flick?"

"Yesh, it sounds cool, don't ya think?" Thyra grins.

"Sure, why not."

"Uh...I'll go with...Rune." Donovan mutters hesitantly.

"Ok, we're going in, grabbing some supplies, maybe a hot meal, then hitting the road again."

"Sounds like a plan, just remember to keep your heads down and not make trouble."

"Problem with that is, trouble always seems to find us." Dusty says as they approach the gates.

"Yeah, that's true, but I don't want anyone to figure out our path of travel."

They entered the gates, without the guards giving them a second book, and found the market closed.

"Why is it closed?" Dusty asked a store owner.

"Haven't you heard?"

"Heard what? We've been on the road for the past few days, haven't heard anything."

"The Black Deaths, they razed and murdered a whole village, which was under the protection of the militia."

"That's terrible!" Thyra exclaims.

"Your telling me, we closed everything but the tavern and forge, and the chief is thinking about putting the town on lockdown."

"Wow. Alright. I hope everything is alright."

"Let's grab a meal at the tavern and get going. We got a long road ahead of us, thank you sir."

"No problem, and safe travels." the man said before they walked toward the tavern.

"Well people here don't seem to care about my accent." Dusty said to Thyra.

"They're probably too sad to." Thyra shrugs.

They tethered the horses outside the tavern and headed inside, they ordered their food, and sat down at a table. The tavern only had three other occupants, all drunkards behind them.

"So, we're about a five days ride to Dannia, we shouldn't have a problem getting a ship to Berk." Dusty said quietly.

"Good, " Thyra nods. "we just need to get through without any more problems."

The man who owns the tavern put the food on their table and they talked between bites, savoring the hot meal.

"Heeey...what...you...here." came a voice behind them.

Thyra raises an eyebrow, glancing behind.

"What's a...girl...doing here?" said the same man.

"Eating." Thyra replies, on guard now as she waits for the man to continue.

"Noooo Elk....she wants a....bed." said the man to his left.

"Excuse me?" she turns with a deadly glare. "You better watch your mouth."

"Ohh...she's a fighter *hiccup* I like....those." the first man says

"Alright, you better shut your mouth before I do it for you. Permanently." She growls.

Dusty instinctively puts his hand near his hidden daggur, Donovan does the same.

"C'mon *hiccup* boys...we...got some *hiccup* fun to have...tonight." the three men stood up.

"Elk!! If you so much as lay a hand on any of those people, you are banned from here permanently." yells the owner from the front.

"If you so much as breathe in my direction I'll be doing some other type of permanent damage." Thyra threats.

But Elk and his friends come forward, and manage to actually grab her, and try to haul her out the back. Dusty and Donovan pull their daggurs out, and put them to two of the men's throat.

"Let me go you bastard!" Thyra growls, struggling in the man's grip. When he doesn't, she turns and rams her leg up between his legs, and punches him in the nose.

The man falls to his knees, as Dusty and Donovan knock the other two out, and Dusty puts his blade to Elk's throat.

"If I ever see you anywhere near her again, I will make you eat your own heart." Dusty threatens drawing blood with his blade.

Elk gives a small nod, and dusty removes the blade from his throat. As the owner walked up.

"I must apologize, they do this every night, the foods on the house." The owner said.

"We were about to leave anyway, have a good night." Dusty said, moving toward the front edit.

"I swear I wanna take back what I said earlier and run him through in front of the entire village." Thyra growls, eyes slitting momentarily before she takes a few breaths and calms herself down.

Dusty mounted Blackwater, "He'll get what's coming to him, but we need to leave before we attract unwanted attention."

"Good." Thyra mounts Misty. "Let's go."

Donovan mounted Tug and they left the village.