Stormfly was out hunting for fish for the nest of dragons. It was either that or deal with the headaches of being taught the finer points of being a matriarch.  A soft growl escaped as she made her way towards the Berserker Island. She kept an eye out for the two-leggers and those things that floated on top of the water. A grumble escaped as she swooped down catching a fish in her claws and jetted back up a safe distance from the water using her extra set of wings to hover in the air.
She ate the fish like that and then made her way to the island of the two-legged.
    

Ares was on his training, he used his armors and he brought his favorite sword. Ares ran toward a cliff, avoiding obstacles while destroying wooden dummies. It was a good day for training, the sun was high in the sky, the light of the sun lit the entire land. Ares kept his run steady but fast. When he saw the cliff, he pushed his right leg against the soil so he could stop. It was quite windy on the edge of the cliff, because a gust of wind blew his hair. Ares heard a soft growl from the sky, and a shadow was flying approaching the waters. It was a dragon! Ares took his swords from the scabbard, he raised it high and pointed at the dragon, in case of emergency if the dragon attacked.

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"Suddenly the ground would begin to rumble under thy fair vikings feet. Slowly at first pieces began to crumble off the ledge of the cliff. A mighty thundering crack could be heard as the ledge shelf dropped a couple of feet. More cracking cracking could be heard as the ledge was quickly eroding away. Things were not looking well for the brave warrior."

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Stormfly hovered there in front of the twolegger tilting her head as the cliff shelf began slowly crumbling away beneath the feet of the two-legged being. Her head tilted slowly as she watched what the two-legger would do. If he would save himself from death in the icy waters below or is she would save him and likely get stabbed by that sword for her trouble.

"What are you going to do two-legger?" She growled. Which of course it came out more of a roar. She idly thought about if the two-legger started falling would it taste like a bird?

She breathed her sweet-smelling breath into his face and showed him pictures of her recent flight, of how small the island that he was from looked to her.

The sunlight reflected by the blades, and made a temporary blindness. Ares lost his sight for a while, and something bad happened. The ground began to shake and the ground was crumbling into pieces. Ares was in the middle of the disaster, he pushed himself toward safer ground, but the ground was cracking faster. He lost his balance, and below him was an icy water, he stabbed his swords on the ground, he was thinking that the sword would hold him from falling, but, the sword made a crack on the ground, Ares fell as he lost his grip from the sword.

"I can do this", he said while performing a diving pose, and hoping that he didn't hit any sharp rocks.

A grumble of a growl escaped her throat. Of course he would attempt to dive off the cliff...onto the sharp rocks. That really wouldn't do...it would end his life  and while she enjoyed tormenting the two-leggers, she didn't want to be the cause of one's death...not yet and not if his sharp pointy sticks were in the ground...

As the viking stretched out into a diving pose, she reached out her talons and affixed them firmly into his pants. Doing two things at once, the first of which effectively ending his fall, and the other giving him such a wedgie.

She made a chuckling sound and began slowly flying down to the water. Gods help the funny little two-legger but the water was frigid...and likely he would yelp once she dropped him into said water.

The cold water was in his view, his hand was almost touching the surface of the water, but a shadow on the sky came fast toward Ares. A sharp thing caught his pants, and lifted him. Ares was surprised, he looked at the shadow and It was a dragon! Ares managed to take his sword back when he was about to reach the water. He tried to swing it at the dragons, but the sword couldn't reach the dragon. He didn't want to die, and he knew that the dragon would eat his flesh, ripped them from the bone using her sharp tooth. But, If Ares struggled and moved so hard, he would descend back to the water because his pants would rip off from her sharp talons.

He understood he needed to wait for the dragon to stop somewhere, and then, ran away as fast as Ares could. He whispered to the dragon like he could talk to her, Please leave me alone! I'm not a tasty prey for you! If you have a heart, I know you have! So, release me now!

Stormfly did the unthinkable....well at least in the viking's opinon she dunked him into the water a few times by his leggings alone her other talon ready to steady him in case those leggings tore.

After that she lifted him from the water back to where the two-legger had tried to challenge her. Depositing him gently in dragon standards upon the ground. Which was at least a few feet off the ground. Nothing to break bones over but enough to cover him with dirt. She hovered there watching the young two-legger her head tilting to see what he would do next.