Pulse let out a whimper of pain as the arrow was pulled out of her wing.

"I know, I'm sorry. But it's gotta get out or it'll get infected." Thyra tries to sooth the poor dragon, patting her head.

"For the love of Thor! What do you feed her? I can barely hold her wing down!" Dusty asked, as Pulse tried to throw him off her wing again.

Pulse let out a small growl. "Don't you know never to insult a ladies weight!" Thyra jokes, chucking the arrow away.

"Not her weight, her freaking strength!"

"Guess all that exercise we've been doing has really built up her muscles." Thyra shrugs, stroking Pulse soothingly. "Still have to work on the reflexes, eh girl?"

Pulse snorted in response, looking away unamused. "Yeah, yeah. You weren't ready." Thyra laughs, grabbing some paste that Fishlegs had mixed up for them, and beginning to smear it on the wound.

"I still need to ask Fish what he makes that out of." Dusty said to Thyra, balling to put the paste on the wounds.

"Yeah," Thyra nods in agreement. "I'm sure this will help the healing process, but Pulse, this means no flying! If you fly you'll tear the holes better beyond repair." Thyra scolds the dragon lightly. Pulse just groaned, slumping to the ground.

"Yeah, it'll suck, but I'll be here to keep you amused using non-flight methods." Thyra assured. "It won't be long and you'll be in the sky again! Besides, this might give you a chance to talk to another mostly grounded Night Fury, eh?" Pulse looked at her in surprise. "That's right, I haven't forgotten!" Thyra laughs.

"Forgotten what?" Dusty asked confused.

Thyra turned to him, having forgotten he was there. "Well, when I went on my little killing spree when you died-but-didn't, I could understand Pulse and Dark when I was in that dragon form. We had an interesting conversation."

"And what was said conversation about?"

"Her potential love interest with a certain half-tail finned Night Fury." Thyra nudges Pulse playfully, who croons and looks away in embarrassment. "She also revealed something I hadn't noticed until then. I think Dark and Volt are getting cozy!" Thyra laughs.

"Well I saw them two flying West earlier."

"Wouldn't little Night Fury cubs be cute?!" Thyra exclaims. "They'd be as deadly as their parents, of course."

"Pretty sure they would, but I want to get through the next few days, I'm still worried that the kids words about the alliance and fleet are true."

"Yeah. That puts a bit of weight on our shoulders, eh?" Thyra sighs. "It'll take all of us to defend this island. This wasn't even part of our plan at all! I mean, we haven't even GOT to Berk!"

"Well better here than on a pire."

"I have to agree with you there."

They turned around as Hiccup and Astrid walked in.

"Hey Hic, Astrid, what do we owe the pleasure?" Dusty asked them.

"We're here to check how Pulse is, firstly." Hiccup replies.

"She's gonna be okay, but no flying for a week or so. Depends how long it takes to heal." Thyra explains.

"What's the other reason you came?" Dusty asked

"We're also here to tell you that you don't have to worry about Snotlout and the twins getting in the way. Donovan volunteered to escort them back to Berk." Astrid says.

"Thank Thor for that!" Thyra sighs in relief. "But, I just have one thing to say to that. Don't we need all the firepower we can get? If that prisoner was right, and they do attack here, it's not going to be an easy battle."

"That's why Donovan is bringing back the A-team and my father back with him." Hiccup explains. "I have to say my dad is gonna be surprised to see another Night Fury, but we did send word earlier anyway, so he shouldn't try to kill Donovan."

"I hope not, because then I'm gonna have to kill you." Dusty jokes.

"Yeah, that's gonna really help the situation." Thyra sarcastically exclaims, shaking her head in amusement.

They all looked outside as alarm horns sounded.

"Well that can't be good." Hiccup sighs.

They all rushed out into the starless night, as armed men rushed toward the harbor, Heather right behind them with Windshear.

"We better check this out." Astrid says, jumping on Stormfly and offering Thyra a hand up.

Dusty coined on Toothless, behind Hiccup, and they took off for the harbor, and he turned around when he hear a familiar growl behind him.

"Hey, if you were here sooner I would have been on you." Dusty said to a displeased
Dark.

"Yeah Dark, you jealous!" Thyra laughs.

Dark only growled at that as they landed at the harbor. They hopped off the dragons as Heather came up to Thyra.

"What's going on?" Thyra asks.

"There's a Roman ship headed toward the harbor." Heather answers.

Thyra groans, "We can't even get a day off!" She exclaims. "Don't they ever give up?!"

"Before you go and blow them out of the water, I'll have you know they requested a parlay." Heather tells Thyra.

"Why can't we just blast them now?! They're only gonna say something like 'Hand us the Slaves or we will run you to the ground bla bla bla." Thyra rolls her eyes

"Well, I know it's not how you both work, but here on Beserker island we like to give people a chance." Heather says.

"Can't be too comforting with that name," Thyra mutters under her breath. She throws her arms up in exasperation. "Fine, let them onto your island. Don't come running to me when it all goes wrong." Thyra crosses her arms.

"Enough arguing, they're nearly here." Astrid says sternly. "I think we better be ready just in case, though."

The small Roman ship, probably a small scout ship, pulled alongside the dock, and dropped anchor. Two men stepped off, wearing the traditional Roman armor, and approached Dagur and Heather, who both had their dragons behind them.

"Heather and Dagur?" A Roman checks. "You don't look like much." He adds when they nod stiffly.

"You requested a parley, so what is it?" Is all Dagur says back.

"Oh, it's simple. Try to keep up." The other Roman replies. "You hand us the pathetic slaves and their lizards, and we'll not burn this place to the ground."

"Afraid we can't do that Roman." Heather says back.

"Why not?" The first asks. "They're only useless slaves, they're of no use to you here."

"You don't have to make a war out of this, it doesn't have anything to do with you." The second adds.

"According to our information, you and the Dannish are allies, and we've already been attacked by them, so by law, we are at war, we refuse your demands, so get on your pathetic vessel and leave, unless you want to know what Berserker steel feels like!" Dagur finally snaps at the men.

"Fine, your loss," the first Roman growls, "and we'll be back. With friends. So you may as well start preparing your funerals."

Dusty steps forward and gets right in the Romans faces, "I got a better idea, how about you tell your Admiral that he better prep your fleet's funeral, cause by the time we're done, there isn't going to be a fleet left. Now get on your damn ship, turn your bow around and get the hell out of here!"

The Romans burst out into laughter, and one shoves Dusty back. "Haha, I'd like to see you try, runt!"

Dusty pulled himself up with a smile, "oh don't worry, I won't try." Dusty gets back beside Thyra.

"But I will." She glares at them.

"No no, I got this." He drew his bow as the ship started away. "How many men does it take to deliver a message?" He asked Thyra. She smirks at him.

"One" is all she says.

Within a second, Dusty pulled back on his bow, and fired an arrow at the Roman who threw him down, and dropped him with a shot to his heart.

"There we go!" Thyra smiles, satisfied. "Think that'll get the message through?"

"I have no doubt, but we might need to go get our armor on."

"Yeah," Thyra agrees, turning towards Heather. "I'd get ready if I was you." Is all she says.

Thyra hoped on Dark with Dusty, and they landed back at the stable where Pulse was asleep.

Thyra runs in. "Hey girl." She greets as Pulse looks up at her startled from her sleep. "Sorry for waking you, but the battles gonna be soon," she pulls her armour off a stand where she had left it. "Try not to get too involved, if you can help it. You're flightless right now, and they would use it to their advantage."

Pulse rolled her eyes.

"Glad you understand." Thyra laughs, throwing on her armour.

Dusty puts his on, and gets back into Darks saddle, "I guess you're riding with us for this one?"

Thyra shrugs. "I had other ideas..." she confessed, grinning.

"Your own wings?" Dusty asked.

"Yep! I hope I know how to fly!" She laughs. "I don't think I have yet, but most of what I do in that form is instinctual, so I think it'll come to me. Besides, we've had Pulse and Dark long enough that I get the basic idea."

"I'll have to trust you on that." Is all Dusty says, before he and Dark launch into the air.

Thyra shrugs, rolling her shoulders. She closes her eyes, and when she opens them again she's in her dragon form. She opens her wings, and sure enough she's up in the air before she knows it. She has a dragonic smirk on her face, and speeds up, flying right over Dusty's head. She chortles a laugh as she circles back around, and comes into a glide by Dark's side.

"See anything out there?" Dusty asked both of them, as he tried to looks out at the sea, but only seeing the darkness past the lit harbor.

Thyra concentrated her eyes on the sea, and after a few seconds, both she and Dark growled in the tense atmosphere.

The Berserkers manned the catapults and ballistas that protected the village, making sure to put out the torches around them, all the riders hid in various spots around the village, everyone was ready, but where were the Romans?

Thyra hung back in the air, still growling. A voice below gained everyone's attention.

"Where are they?!" It was Dagur, and he was just as confused as everyone else.

But they were all answered by the sixty Roman ships unshuddering their lanterns.

Dusty's jaw dropped as he looked at the ships, this wasn't some normal Roman fleet, this was the Roman 1st.

"There they are..." Hiccup muttered nervously from Toothless, a little ways away.

"Where's the A-team and Donovan?!" Astrid whispered.

"We're gonna need more than them." Dusty said under his breath. He looked through the fleet, looking for the one thing that might give them a chance to win, and it didn't take long to find it. The biggest ship in the fleet, and the home of Rome's greatest Admiral.

"Thyra, you see the big ship in the middle?"

She snarls in affirmation, sight fixated on it now.

"That's their flagship, we take that down with their admiral, we might have a chance, but we better go now." He shoots off with Dark toward the ship.

Thyra took off after them, staying on their tail as they manoeuvred around the dark sky, doing their best to keep out of sight and range as they worked their way towards the one chance they had.

They approached the ship as the fleet fired a slavo of boulders toward the island, knocking out some catapults and flattening houses. Dark was about to blast the ship, when Dusty spotted something on the bridge.

"Uhh, Thyra..." Dusty pointed toward two men standing on the bridge of the ship.

Thyra dodged a net, letting out a questioning growl to Dusty.

Standing on the bridge of the ship was a man they both knew all to well, the leader of the Dannish, and Thyra's uncle, but standing next to him was a mountain of a man, bigger than anyone they've ever met, and they were both looking right at them.

Thyra shrieked in fury at the sight of her uncle, preparing a plasma blast already. Her uncle didn't know she could transform into a Night Fury, but that was probably about to change.

A bola came from the crowd nest of the ship, and wrapped around Darks tail, sending him and Dusty plummeting into the deck of the flagship.

Thyra dove after them immediately, landing on the mast and snarling at everyone.

"Shoot the beast! Shoot it!""

"Fire!"

"Onagers!"

The catapults fired at the island again, as arrows flew at Thyra, Dark, and Dusty.

Thyra dodged a few arrows, and shot two before they could get to Dusty. She spread her wings and roared defiantly.

"Thyra! Get down!" Dusty warned her.

She jumped down onto the deck to avoid a few more arrows, and walked up to Dark and Dusty's side.

Dusty drew his sword, "Looks like we're doing this the old fashioned way."

Thyra stood up, now in her human form. "Seems so." She drew her staff.

Roman marines charged them, all wielding short swords and wearing traditional armor.

"This is going to be fun." Dusty says, getting his sheild up.

Thyra took a battle ready stance, shaking her head in amusement as she grins in anticipation.

Dusty cut the first mans arm off and used his shield to block a sword, before stabbing the man in the stomach.

Thyra dodged out of the way of a swinging sword, cutting the man's arm off then decapitating him, turning and ducking out if the way of an axe a split second later, stabbing her staff through his stomach.

Dusty used his sheild to knock a man into another, then using his sheild again, knocked them overboard. He used his sword to block a blow to his side, then twisted the man's sword out of his hand and used it to decapitate him.

Thyra swung her staff and knocked a man off his feet, stabbing him in the throat with her dagger a second later. She stood tall and stabbed a charging man in the leg, pulled it out, and stabbed him in the heart. She swung her staff hard at another man, and it knocked his sword out of his hand. She grabbed the sword midair and slipped it right into his stomach.

Dusty threw his sword up to block a staff, and stared into the eyes of the Roman Admiral.

"Hello Admiral Bludvist, fancy seeing you here."

"You have no idea how much I'm going to torture you boy!" The admiral spat back.

By now sounds of the dragon riders could be heard as they fought the ships from the air.

Thyra paused punching a man in the face when she saw her Uncle, storming towards her. She swiftly killed off the man she was fighting, and swung her staff into an offensive position. "Hello, Uncle." She spat, her eyes slit to a deadly level. 

Her uncle just chuckled darkly. "Slaves shouldn't misbehave, you know. They belong chained to a table as they get tortured and raped till they die. Once I'm finished with you, I know plenty of old men who miss the good days." He said with an evil glint in his eyes, drawing his sword.

"Trying to scare me, Uncle?" Thyra said back in a chillingly calm voice. "That's okay, I know you need the self assurance. Because you know you will die today."

"And I WILL make it painful. I WILL make it long. I will get revenge for my parents, and every other life you have taken! Every life you have caused me to take." She continues in a louder, threatening voice. She readied herself, "what's one more gonna do?" and she charged forward.

Dusty blocked blow after blow from Drago, and pushed him back. "Age seems to be catching you Drago, you doing one last campaign before you retire eh?"

"Boy, even your father didn't yapl as much as you did."

"Don't you dare bring my father into this, this is between me and you!"

"I enjoyed watching him scream below deck, I had some fun with him."

Dusty stopped the swing that he was about to take, "you...you what?"

"You really think that was a barbarian ship that took you and your father? You even stupider than I thought, those were my men, with some captured ships and equipment."

"Y...you traitor!" Dusty yelled at him.

"Oh no, the Emporer ordered it himself, but he asked me to cover it up, that's what cousins are for anyway. But I had a lot of fun with your sister and mother, after we stormed their place that is."

"N...no" Dusty said under his breath.

"Though she was ten, your sis put up quite a fight, but I slit her throat myself, and I personally threw your mother out of her bedroom window, she had a nice scream falling down those three stories."

Dusty's sorrow was instantly replaced with pure fury, he tightened his grip on his sword and charged the Admiral.

Thyra gritted her teeth as she swung again and again at her uncle. He blocked or dodged out of most of her attacks, but he was getting slower.

"I always knew you were gonna bring trouble." Thyra sneered as she twisted out of the way of his sword. "I saw your face when we had those formal dinners. All you ever did was stare at mum and dad, and their crowns. Your dumb daughter's no different. I always caught her sitting in the throne when she thought no one was around. Oh, if she was here I would kill her too. I haven't forgotten what you've done, I never will. My parents were good people! They lead with honour and selflessness. They always put everyone first. Even you! Sure, they had their faults. But they were nowhere near as bad as yours!" Thyra exclaimed as they fought, both getting nothing but scratches.

"You have no idea what I have done." Her uncle chuckled darkly, lunging at her with a sword swipe. She dodges out of the way and swings her staff at his legs, but he dodges.

"Enlighten me then." She replies, blocking a sword swipe.

"I mean, I was planning this for years. Ever since you were born! Why do you think I had a kid as soon as I heard of your birth? Because she, although I wish she was a son, she'd be able to stomach more that way, but she is going to take the throne after me. The last thing we need is a threat to it!" Her uncle rambles.

"None of this is a surprise to me, you fat old creep!" Thyra exclaims, swinging her staff at his side, it manages to nick him, but he yanks it out of her hands before anything more could be done. He tossed it behind him.

"What're you gonna fight with now? Your dagger?" Her uncle laughs.

"No." She responds, "just you wait."

She transforms into her true form and roars a challenge at him he wouldn't understand. He chuckles.

"You are a monster." He says. "A disgusting, ugly, useless monster."

She roars again and lunges towards him, wings extended for intimidation. He swings his sword towards her head, but she bats it away with her tail, and fires a plasma blast at it, knocking it out of his hands. She dodges a lunge from another sword he unsheathed, and circles his slowly, eyes fixated on him with a deadly glint.

One hand held onto his sword, the other reached behind his back. He smirked at her. "You were always as pathetic as your parents."

She rolls her eyes, as if asking why she hadn't been killed by him yet if she was so pathetic, but before she could react something was swinging towards her. The next thing she knew her wings and tail were pinned to her, a bola pressing her in from all sides. She roared angrily, trying to bite through the rope but it was at an unreachable angle.

Dusty twirled his sword and knocked Drago's staff away, and before he could do anything to defend himself, Dusty spun around, and plunged his sword into the Admirals heart.

"That was for everything you took from me."

Dusty pulled his sword out, and twisting back around, lopped Drago's head off.

"And that was for me."

He looked over in time to see Thyra get wrapped in the bola, and her Uncle coming towards her, "Thyra!" Is all he yelled before he sprinted towards her.

Thyra looked up as a dragon flattened her Uncle to the ground, dark green—almost black— scales glinting in the lantern light. The dragon turned towards her, a familiar scar running from above his right eye down to his mouth. His eyes were blood red, the same colour as the scar, and his tail fins had a blue tint to them.

Thyra's uncle struggled under the weight of the dragon. Thyra tilted her head and let out a small coo.

"Dusty?"

"Who else?" The dragon answered, "You ok?"

She gave him a gummy grin. "I'm fine, now."

Dusty growled at Thrya's uncle as he struggled to get free, "you monsters! Let me go!"

"You still want him?" Dusty asked her as he threw the weapons away.

"You know I do, but can you get me out of this?" Thyra replied, rolling over as she struggled to weave herself out of the bola, only ending up more tangled.

Dusty fired a blast at a group of ropes, and Thyra slipped right out.

She flashed him a gummy grin, before jumping over him and right onto her pathetic uncle. She breathed hot smoke onto his face, pinning him down with her claws scraping into his flesh with as much pressure as she could get.

"Stupid lizard!" He yelled at her through the pain of her razor sharp talons. She just snarled at him, tearing through his arm completely, leaving it hanging on very loosely. She stepped on his throat, choking him as he screamed in pain. As he slowly started going white, and then blue, she wasted no time as she tore him apart.

Her Uncle, still trying to fight, used his foot, and kicked into an area he shouldn't.

She yowled in pain, and it was enough for her to sidestep away from him, unfortunately freeing him from suffocating. She glared at him with slit eyes, shaking her head to rid herself of the pain, before chasing after him as he got up and ran.

Dusty fired a plasma blast, that knocked him into the railing of the ship, which was now starting to catch fire, he looked down the side of the ship at the debris filled water, and looked up at the fleet, what was left of it.

Over thirty ships were on fire and sinking, while the rest were blown apart so much that you couldn't recognize them, two ships were capsizing and another was just a bonfire. Men were in the water, some injured, and some on fire, as the Berserkian armada sailed out of the harbor to finish off any remaining ships.

Thyra roared loudly, and fired a plasma blast right at her uncles chest, the force throwing him overboard, and as she looked down, she saw him impaled on a large hunk of debris, right through the stomach. So if the plasma blast hadn't killed him, that would have.

She shrieked down at him, claws scraping into the railing. After a long screech, she huffed smoke at his defection, and backed away from the railing as it fell to pieces.

Dusty shifted back, and sat down, leaning against the railing, as tears rolled down his face, his family was gone.

Thyra turned and curled around him, cooing softly to say she was there. She didn't know what Drago had told him, but she sensed it wasn't good.

"They're gone Thrya, he killed them, all of them. My father, my sister, my mother, he killed all of them, those were his ships that attacked us, not barbarians." He buried his head in her neck as his sobs took over.

She wrapped a wing around him and crooned sadly, holding him close.

Dark came over, with his tail still wrapped in the bola, and laid down on the other side of Dusty, as the ship beached itself on the shore.

Thyra huffed sadly. None of it was fair. She transformed back to her human form and hugged Dusty tightly. "I'm so sorry." She muttered.

"Your one of the few people I still have Thyra."

"I'm not going anywhere, anytime soon." She promised, "you are the one person I love, the one person I can fully trust. You have me, Donovan, and our dragons. Never forget that, because we're not going anywhere without you."

Dusty hugged her, knowing everything she said was true, and they looked up as a light started to shine in the east, and the sun started to rise.

"One thing is for sure, today marks the beginning of the end for Rome, because without this navy, they have almost nothing to protect their shores with, Thyra, you want to do something crazy?"

"Yep, count me in. As always." Thyra laughs lightly.

"Well, this is probably suicide." Dusty says back.

"Aren't all our plans?" Thyra answers with a shrug.

"I want to walk up to the Emporer and put my sword in his heart, I want to take down the great Roman empire, I want to see it's cities burn, their armies fall, and for there to be nothing left."

Thyra looks at him. "Then I will be by your side every step of the way. What they've done is wrong. Who they are is wrong. I will gladly watch them burn to ashes."

"Thank you, but you might kill me over this next question." Dusty says, scratching the back of his head.

She raises an eyebrow. "Go on..."

"Thyra...Will...will you marry me?"

She looks at him in shock. "Dusty? My answer is...no..." she looks away.

Then five seconds of awkward silence later she turns towards him with a grin.
"Just kidding, of course I will!" she laughs, punching his shoulder.

Dusty let out the breath He was holding, "You and your jokes, they're gonna be the death of me."

She laughs. "Well you're gonna have to get used to it now that we're betrothed!" she pauses. "That feels so weird to say..."

"Well you're gonna have to get used to it!" Dusty shot back, using her own joke against her. "But let's get off this cursed ship."

She rolls her eyes. "If we go on like this, we'll murder each other before we can even get off the ship."

Dusty gets himself up, "Lets go, we have to help clean up, and savor this victory."

Thyra nods in agreement, getting up and grabbing her staff. "Hell yeah."

They got the bola off Darks tail, and flew back to the village.