I'm going home. At last. But... I have to make them pay. I turn. I grip my sword. 

"Don't try to run, it won't work." I say.

"Please... you're supposed to be dead." He staggers.

"And you're dying now." I say.

I move my hand over the blood. It soaks my fingers. I feel the blood on my beard. I wipe it. I had run into them, and I heard them talk Hell about Berk. That pissed me off, so... they have to die. They destroy my home. They ruined the lives of everyone. Now they'll pay.

"Kill them my lord." She says.

"That crow can talk?!" He yelps.

Another one yelps in pain.

"Don't try to run, it's already too late." I say.

I slice his hand off without the slightest hesitation. Ten years have drowned my mercy. Ten years have hardened my shell. Ten years I have suffered. Ten years it's been since I was home. A lot has changed. I've changed so much. His screaming doesn't even sound like anything anymore. It just sounds like rain. I slam my sword into his face. I feel the blood splatter onto my face. I hear her transform into her true form. 

"They all deserve to die my lord." She says.

I nod. 

"How right you are." I draw my sword.

I look at him.

"Please! Please!" He yells.

I charge.