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"Professor Callaghan? Prof—"

A horrible shrieking noise from above caught his attention and Tadashi Hamada spent his last moments of life throwing his arms up over his head as a beam (burned free from the Expo Hall ceiling) plummeted toward his head.

...Except his last moments were a lot longer that he'd expected. And suddenly very, very cold. Fresh air absent of any inferno of heat sliced into his lungs like a knife, making him cough hard enough to stagger him to his knees. The ground squelched.

"...What...?"

Tadashi wheezed through another coughing fit, staring around him in confusion. No flames. No science projects at risk of explosion. Just a cool evening in the unfamiliar suburbs.

Weird.

Once he could breathe again, Tadashi rose to his feet, brushing at the mud on the knees of his jeans. He clearly wasn't in San Fransokyo anymore – had there been a teleporter at the Showcase? He didn't think there had been, but he'd been too amped up about Hiro's presentation to really notice or care what everyone else had been doing. But teleportation this advanced would have been revolutionary in the extreme; surely he’d have heard something about it...

He just had to stay calm and work this out. Look at it from another angle until something clicked into place.
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Every so often, in the rare times where things were quiet on Berk, Hiccup and Toothless would take off and tear around the sky for a few hours to clear their heads. Chiefing, and Alphaing, was difficult work even for those who'd been doing it for years, and the pair's experience with either was less than optimal. The flights were their way of relaxing.

Of course, it'd be more relaxing if they weren't, according to the position of the stars in the sky, suddenly hundreds of miles away from where they were supposed to be, being chased by nine armored humanoid beings flying monstrous creatures that even Hiccup hesitated to call dragons. To top it all off, the nine were followed by a small army of shadowy creatures equally as monstrous as their mounts.

Faced with this, it wasn't surprising that Hiccup had decided to put off figuring out why he could now hear Toothless's thoughts until after he and the Night Fury were out of mortal danger.

Hiccup turned his head back to take a look at their pursuers. "Okay bud, don't panic, but I think they may actually be gaining on us."

What?! Toothless's eyes widened, How can they be gaining on us? I'm supposed to be the fastest thing up here.

"I'm sorry, but apparently you aren't."

So then, what's the plan?

Hiccup shrugged. "Way I see it is we've got one of two options. We can either try to outlast them on endurance, or turn around and take them head on. Honestly, I'm not liking our chances either way."

Well, if we're doomed no matter what, I think we should do our best to make 'em regret it.

As one, the pair turned around, Toothless's spine beginning to glow a bright, luminescent blue. They charged, the dragon firing explosive balls of plasma into the mass of ink-black terrors.

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