Yoli sees the plasma blast coming too late. She hastily brings her weapon down, trying to catch the brunt of the bolt on the flat of the jawblade, but her movement isn’t fast enough. It hits her square in the chest. Blown back, she cries out, clutching the blade’s hilt even as she tumbles over it.
Rolling over with a groan, Yoli shakes her head, trying to pick herself up as fast as she can. She definitely doesn’t have a read on this one’s movements: that came out of nowhere, and it hurt. It’s enough just trying to recover her breath.
Of course she had to come across a fire-breather when she’s wearing the Gore’s skin—a monster that belongs to the cold and dark, as and such unsuited to flame. Just her luck…
She scarcely finishes getting her stance back when the dragon sweeps her feet with the whip of its tail, putting her on her backside again.
She’s being battered around, yet the hunter can’t help but let out a cackle while she’s on the ground. That tail… she’d only got a glimpse, but it was enough. With the evidence of the harness, the picture she pieces together is clear enough: Someone’s already injured this monster, yet it’s still giving her a run for her money!
She can’t help but feel a rush of excitement. Adrenaline’s really pumping now. Briefly, she wishes she’d had a nimbler weapon, something better suited to battle a beast so light on the feet! No, no, but she can’t get caught up in those thoughts. She needs to temper that enthusiasm…
“You are a clever one, ain’t you,” she mutters, panting. “I think I’m starting to like you, whatever you are. Shame you’re not at your best, either…”
As she always does with monsters, the hunter speaks naturally to the dragon, having no expectations to actually be understood. She uses the greatsword to bolster herself, leaning heavily on it as she brings herself to her feet, more sluggish than before. Lack of proper equipment and field medicine sure takes its toll.
“…but if I have to carve it into you, so be it,” she says. Yoli stubbornly lifts the jawblade once more, slowly, really feeling its weight now but standing her ground all the same. “This isn’t your home. Go back to whence you came.”
Toothless takes the opportunity to get some distance between them
while the Hunter struggles to get up. She just won’t quit and it’s
bringing back memories of how the Vikings used to kill dragons. They
were relentless until Hiccup showed them just how beneficial it could
be to form bonds with the various breeds that lived in and around Berk.
Not all dragons were bad, some even relied on Humans even before
the boundaries had been softened.
A whine comes as a response, he can’t go home; doesn’t know how.
There were no mountains or oceans, islands and forests. This was an
unforgiving concrete jungle with few placed suited for a creature like
him. Home is where his friends are now: Snake, Jyuzo, Steve, and a
handful of others. He won’t leave them behind, be it because of death
or chased away.
Blood dripping from his injured wing, there is definitely no quick
escape now. He could have attempted a short flight for speed but
with how a large gash tore through the limb and membrane, he’d
have to stand his ground too. Narrowing his eyes he begins slowly
circling Yoli, the injured wing drooping despite the obvious attempt
at keeping it raised. Classic instinctual habit of making oneself look
bigger, meaner, and tougher.
Teeth flashed with a snarl that bore no resemblance of the playful
creature Toothless usually was. Nothing else mattered anymore, this
had become a fight he now wanted to finish as the Alpha. With a wild
cry, he spread his wings and leaped at the hunter with a mouth filled
with plasma. He’ll scorch them both but that’s the price Toothless will
pay if she doesn’t avoid him.
