I slam into the ground. Ow. Ow. Ow. My body feels like it's on fire. I spit out blood. Blood spills from my mouth. Is my body supposed to feel this low? I hear the men roar. Everything looks blurry. There's blood and wounds all over my face. 

"I think you have lost princeling." Chief Elkerise says.

I nod. I hate to admit it. But he's right. My hands were shaking. I can barely stand up. I can barely stand up. I hiss through the pain in my head. I look up and I see figures fading like fog. Ow. Ow. Ow. Okay... I don't know how I expected to win. What was I thinking? How stupid am I? This isn't good. Berk will suffer because of me. What will be my fate? Is he going to kill me? I wouldn't blame him. My father must be so dissapointed, but not as dissapointed as I am.  I hear him walking over.

"You had a good run young princeling." Chief Elkerise says.

"Please...don't...hurt...them." I spit out more blood.

"Your concern for them is over." Chief Elkerise say.

"Hiccup!" I hear.

"As...Astrid?" I look.

She grabs me.

"Hi...sorry...for..." I start.

"Shh. Shh. It's okay." Astrid smiles.

"Yeah, I'm not so sure." I hear Snotlout says.

"Are you okay? Fishlegs kneels beside Astrid.

"Fine..." I say.

Toothless licks my chest.

"Ow." I mutter. 

I shakily lift my hand, and he rubs it.

"You know, the punishment is usually death for losing, but..." He walks over.

Astrid grips me tightly.

"I am kind." He says.

He throws Astrid back and yanks my hair. I look up at him weakly.

"I banish thee." He spits in my face.