Toothless darts near the sound. I use my specialized vision to see what was happening. Men. Men with swords and dressed in fur. What are they up to? They were caging and trapping all kinds of dragons. I grip my fists. I hear the dragon's cry. I can hear their hearts racing. Their blood clutching. 

I see a man. My guess is the leader. He's big and brawn. His face had a big chin with blue lines. His blood smells fine. His blood smells good. I lick my lips. It's tempting not to bite him. His arms were brawn, to say the least. 

"Toothless, let's end this." I say.

He nods. He shoots out a red ball of lightning.

"Night Fury!" One man yelled.

Toothless circles them. He shoots another ball of lightning at the trap.

"Get him!" The leader yelled. 

I jump down. Toothless growls. Lightning still is in his mouth.

"Well, that is a Night Fury. It will make a nice fit in Drago's dragon army." The Leader says. 

"Who?" I ask.

I walk forward. A man charges at me. I grab his shoulder and throw him twenty miles up in the air.

"I didn't think a man could do that." The Leader says.

"Who are you?" I bare my fangs.

"Ah. Right. Sorry. I'm Eret. Son of Eret. The finest dragon trapper alive." He takes out his sword.

"You shouldn't do that." I say.

"And why not?" Eret asks.

I smirk. I charge. I'm faster than most humans. I grab his sword and I shatter it like a mirror. I grab him and hoist him up.

"Tell me more about this Drago." I say.