"Welcome to Dragon Training." Gobber opened the cage entrance to the Dragon Arena. Six determined teenagers came in and one slightly not so enthusiastic came in.
"No turning back," Astrid said as she held her trusty axe by her side.
"I hope I get some serious burns," Tuffnut commented.
"I'm hoping for some mauling, like on my shoulder or lower back," Ruffnut said, hopefully.
"Yeah, it's only fun if you get a scar out of it."
Ferno watched his friends as they worshiped battle scars. He himself liked all his limbs and bit of skin on him.
"Yeah, no kidding, right? Pain. Love it." Hiccup said, sarcastically.
"Oh great. Who let him in?" Tuffnut groaned.
"The Chief." Ferno glared at Tuffnut.
"Let's get started! The recruit who does best will win the honour of killing his first dragon in front of the entire village." Gobber said, made a gesture to glory.
"Hiccup already killed a Night Fury, so does that disqualify him or...?"
"Snotlout!" Ferno yelled at his cousin.
"What, I'm just saying what we're all thinking?"
"Yeah, can I transfer to the class of the cool Vikings." Tuffnut said, turning around and walking up to the cages, with the others in tow.
"Don't worry. You're small and you're weak. That'll make you less of a target. They'll see you as sick or insane and go after the more Viking-like teens instead." Ferno heard Gobber say.
"Not helping Gobber."
Gobber chuckled and left Hiccup's side, walking across the cages, that were bursting to be open, literally.
"Behind these doors are just a few of the many species you will learn to fight." As he introduced the dragons, Fishlegs rattled on about their characteristics.
"CAN YOU STOP THAT?!" Gobber yelled, annoyed. "And ... the Gronkle."
"Jaw strength, eight." Fishlegs whispered, to both Ferno and Hiccup who were on either side of him.
"Whoa, wait! Aren't you gonna teach us first?!" Snotlout questioned, pathetically.
"If you were the great Viking you claimed to be, you wouldn't need training." Ferno smirked, and unsheathed his sword our of its cover, reading it.
"I believe in learning on the job." Gobber pulled the lever and a massive Gronkle burst out. "Today is about survival. If you get blasted, you're dead. Quick, what's the first thing you're going to need?"
"A doctor?" Was Hiccup's guess.
"Plus five speed?" Fishleg's answer.
"A shield." Astrid yelled. Always the best at what she does.
"Shields. Go." At once all the teenagers ran for the shields. "Your most important piece of equipment is your shield. If you must make a choice between a sword or a shield, take the shield."
Ferno ignored the twin's bickering, as they got blasted and disqualified. His grey eyes focused on the bee-like, rock-eating, fire-breathing, dragon.
"Those shields are good for another thing. Noise. Make lots of it to throw off a dragon's aim." At once all the teenagers crashed their weapons with the shields. The Gronkle was shaking its head confusedly. "All dragons have a limited number of shots. How many does a Gronkle have?"
"Five?" Snotlout yelled as he dodged the Gronkle's attacks.
"Six!" Both Ferno and Fishlegs yelled in unison. Fishlegs got blasted, Ferno dived the attack. Ending up at the other side of the ring.
"One shot left!" Gobber yelled.
The Gronkle headed for Hiccup and cornered him to the wall, preparing to fire.
"Hiccup!" Ferno yelled and threw his shield hitting the Gronkle square on the face, making it miss the shot. The focus turned to Ferno.
"Oh no." Ferno said, deadpanned and made a run for the nearest shield.
"And that's six." Gobber grabbed the Gronkle by his prosthetic arm, which was now a hook. "Go back to bed, ya overgrown sausage! You'll get another chance, don't you worry. Remember, a Dragon will always, always go for the kill." He faced Hiccup.