𝕏𝕏𝕏𝕍𝕀

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"Uh guys...!" I growl.

I point to a wave of dragons. Speed stingers, Monstrous Nightmares, Deadly Nadders, oh and a couple of Whispering Deaths. I grip my fists. There are a lot of them coming right for us. This'll be an ugly fight. The wave crashes into us without hesitation.

A speed stinger hits my armor. I grab it's tail and I slice into it. I can hurt them. I have to hurt them. This is bigger than Berk. Bigger than my own feelings. Hunters are strong. They don't let anything drag them down. I can't let feelings get in my way. Although this is hard to stomach, I have to peruse.

I slice into another Speed Stinger. Fire rained down. I jump back. It's no longer cold. It's getting hot. Really hot. Boiling hot. Sweat poured down my armor. The extensive fire is causing a lot of smoke. I let out a cough. The smoke isn't effecting the Hunters that much. The smoke is making my mask fuzzy. It keeps clicking and the images aren't straight.

A Nadder dives toward me. I duck under it and I slash its stomach just a little. It looks like a paper cut. I can't kill them. I'll just injure them. Killing them goes against everything. I will not kill them. I can't kill them. No matter what I can't kill them.

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