Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20180617024644/@comment-34320391-20180621082343

I call dibs on this idea. I get to find and wield Hiccup's Inferno!

Nik - Just After Weapons

I stared at the weapons in our hands. I chose a long, slender sword, it's sharp blade shining in the sunlight. I walked a few steps down the path, and swung the blade, loving the light sleek build. I had a weapon in my hand! I thought of movies like Lord of the RIngs, loving the blade even more.

But we had to think tactically. I imagined a training reel of movies going through my head, but my own training montage needed a location.

Where?

And then it hit me. It wasn't Newt Gloves that hit me, it was something bigger. A lot bigger.

"The abandoned training area!" I called out, cutting off Riley midway a sentence.

"What?" Riley asked, confused.

"The abandoned training area, you know, the one on the edge of the cliff," I replied.

"Yeah, that's a great idea, Nik, we can all train there!" Red replied, impressed. "No-one's been there for centuries, it's perfect."

"A stroke of genius, if I might say so myself," Newt commented, stroking his non-existent beard.

I smiled to myself happily and gazed at my sword. It was like an invisible force, calling to me, asking me to something more than I am. I gazed at the blade yet again, mesmerised by its sheer beauty. It's handle, elegant and bold, the power of it seeping into my hand. It looked older, something more than what a fourteen-year-old boy could make. Where he got it from didn't matter, it was in mine now.

"We should call her Macy!" Newt butt in, noticing me fazing out.

"It's not even a Mace!" I replied, slightly irritated, but grateful for breaking the spell.

"Oh..." Newt replied, exhausted out of ideas, so went back to naming his gloves again.

Nik - 

I sliced through the air, sword against shield, and recoiled at the loud the clang ringing in my body. Riley was teaching me the art to hand-on-hand combat, but a shield was no match for my blade. I grinned again as I swung my blade swiftly and hard, stopping just next to his neck. I was improving.

"Wow, you've seriously stepped up since yesterday," Riley asked, impressed at my improvement while blocking a slice to his thigh.

"Let's just say, I've been practising," I replied cockily, as I stabbed at his right arm, missing by mere millimetres. Whether I was trying to hit him or not, I don't really know. And right now, I didn't care. I missed mentioning to Riley my countless hours in the library studying the art of fencing in my bid to improve. And it paid off.

I sliced at him again, just in the gap between his shield and left shoulder. I stopped just before hitting him and stated, "3-1, good game."

"You gotta up your game Rizza," I joked, as we stopped to take a break. I dropped in the nickname Rizza, hoping it would improve our relationship. Whoever Rizza's source for weapons and books are, he was a valuable asset as an alliance.

"Well, I've never had an opponent until now," Riley countered, acknowledging the nickname fondly.

"Also, do you have any, say, Mithrin?" I asked in between breaths.

"Mithrin?"

"You know, like un-pierceable body-armour?" I replied, raising my eyebrow. I'm yet to know the full extent of Riley's source, but this would be a challenge.

"Well, I'll see," Riley replied, clearly wanting to end the topic, nervous about saying something or not.

"Okay... So we should we check out what the girls are doing... wow!" I replied, gazing at the masterpiece on the wall. It was an eye. I guestimated about 15 lines on the wall. I noticed Riley's jaw drop as well beside me.

"That was probably the best eye I've ever seen drawn, ever. And definitely with 15 lines!" I exclaimed, completely spellbound by the magnificent feat. I'm usually a critic of art, but those artworks that deserve recognition? Those, I'm really passionate about. Take my sword for example.

I'd seen the artworks of this anonymous artist on Berk, drawing these beautiful drawings of the landscapes seen from these very shores, and I had no doubt it was Red. That just made me love her more!

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(to be continued)

(I need to edit this, the first draft) (you might want to see this)