12-第二十六章：誓约(12)
sunlight glinting on something moving. The Dragon narrowed his eyes. What in the name of Thor and his mighty dragon Worldshaker could it possibly be? There it was again, a bright spark, or a wink. Great forked-tongued giants! It was the sun shining on the tip of a sword! A sword levitating through the air! It was indeed, for the Witch was so eager to make the kill, that she drew the Stormblade a little early and held it high above her head, so that the tip of it was visible above the body of the diving Stealth Dragon. If you had looked down on that scene, it might have seemed as if the Stormblade itself was flying through the atmosphere, on its own, as if it were magnetically being drawn towards Hiccup’s heart…
And history might, indeed, have repeated itself, had the Dragon Furious not seen that tiny pinprick of a sword slicing through the clouds. The Dragon Furious gave a great scream. He acted without thinking. In that split second, it was as if it was a hundred years ago, when Furious looked down and saw Grimbeard the Ghastly bringing down the Stormblade against an unarmed Hiccup the Second…
Back then, Furious had desperately dived, flying with all of his wing strength… He had tried to place his body in between his beloved Master and the sword… But he had leapt too late. So now, one hundred years later, the Dragon sprang forward, placing his whole body between the sword and Hiccup, shielding him. He spread wide his wings and stood up to his greatest extent, so that there was suddenly an entire dragon mountain between Hiccup and the Stormblade. The Stealth Dragon was travelling so fast he crashed straight into the gigantic Seadragon’s chest. Holding the Stormblade above her head with both hands and throwing her entire body weight behind it, the Witch plunged the sword into the Dragon Furious’s chest. The plunge made her lose her balance; she lost her footing on the Stealth Dragon’s back, and with an ‘ooh!’ of surprise, the Dragon dropped away from beneath her, and the Witch was left swinging from the sword-hilt of the Stormblade, at a dizzyingly high distance from the ground. The Dragon Furious started in surprise and shock, just as you might, if someone had stuck a pin
And history might, indeed, have repeated itself, had the Dragon Furious not seen that tiny pinprick of a sword slicing through the clouds. The Dragon Furious gave a great scream. He acted without thinking. In that split second, it was as if it was a hundred years ago, when Furious looked down and saw Grimbeard the Ghastly bringing down the Stormblade against an unarmed Hiccup the Second…
Back then, Furious had desperately dived, flying with all of his wing strength… He had tried to place his body in between his beloved Master and the sword… But he had leapt too late. So now, one hundred years later, the Dragon sprang forward, placing his whole body between the sword and Hiccup, shielding him. He spread wide his wings and stood up to his greatest extent, so that there was suddenly an entire dragon mountain between Hiccup and the Stormblade. The Stealth Dragon was travelling so fast he crashed straight into the gigantic Seadragon’s chest. Holding the Stormblade above her head with both hands and throwing her entire body weight behind it, the Witch plunged the sword into the Dragon Furious’s chest. The plunge made her lose her balance; she lost her footing on the Stealth Dragon’s back, and with an ‘ooh!’ of surprise, the Dragon dropped away from beneath her, and the Witch was left swinging from the sword-hilt of the Stormblade, at a dizzyingly high distance from the ground. The Dragon Furious started in surprise and shock, just as you might, if someone had stuck a pin
冰九囚笼二十六
