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It was...brutal.

Ruffnut and her brother had often imagined violent brutal battles, blood and screams filling the air as they, the mighty Thorston twins.

But after watching the "Punishment"...Ruffnut was lost.

Somehow her feet led her back to the Sensoriums where the isle of Berk was waiting for her.

Familiar paths wound through the town to the fields. Sheep grazed mindlessly as she flopped down under a tree.

"What's your problem?" the simulation of her brother peered down at her with his crooked smile. A mane of hair fell about him blocking out the moonlight. The stars shimmered above him in a perfectly annoying fashion.

"Shut up." She responded with a halfhearted punch to his face.

"That was pathetic." He laughed stumbling back, "What's wrong? Baby gonna cry?"

Ruffnut could barely muster up the energy to kick him in the knee sending him tumbling down the hill, "I'm hurt! I am badly hurt." He wailed.

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Ruffnut's gaze shifted from the book to the girl listening to them argue. She had to admit Zetta's opinion was much more vikinglike then what she'd been suggesting. So much so she was almost ashamed for such a lazy idea as just going with the flow.

And Mindy's opinion was pretty viking like as well.

"Alright so where do we start? Do we talk to the ship? Can't she hear like, everything we're saying anyway?"

"Good question," Zetta said, attempted to nod, then promptly fell over.

Because Zetta can only go so long without his life sucking.

The minion picked him up as he glared daggers at the girls, DARING them to mention what had just happened. "Me, I already proclaimed open defiance against the ship. That doesn't scare me. Most everyone is going to either hide and pretend or claim it's okay, though. Right now all we can really do is try to make people see that it's bullcrap, and that they CAN'T hide or pretend. If we get enough people willing to make some noise about it, maybe we can start getting some weight behind it. The ship changed one policy when people got uppity about it, maybe this can be one too."

Hit Girl chose not to laugh. That would have been too easy.

"Defiance depends. I've heard a lot of these babbling idiots; Stacy apparently never did anything like this before: matter of fact, they probably never feared her until today. All of the complaints were bitching abut being here and how Stacy was horrible. Well now it turns out they have something new to be scared about, and not a moment too soon: the lax was starting to get to me."

But the thought of weight behind talking sounded like work. "You think we should organize and get into politics? In that case we might as well be on the Council or whatever it is."

It all sounded kind of dull and boring to Ruffnut. Not nearly as much fun as the traditional Viking method of "Beat it senseless till it agrees to do what you want."

But at the same time beating up the ship seemed somehow, counter productive. Not that Ruffnut would ever use such big words.

"Back home the village leader would deal with stuff like this if the villagers were upset. Maybe the council and leader already have something in mind?"

An unusually logical thought from the smash and grab girl.

"The same people that locked us in the City without telling us there was a rage virus on the loose?" Zetta said sharply. "I don't trust them any farther than I can kick them."

"I never said that I wanted to join them," Hit Girl said. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly the talky type."

Truthfully, Hit Girl had little reason to trust anyone.

"I say if we want answers, we look for them. We don't wait for anyone else."

Ruffnut punched her fist into the palm of her other hand, this beat the hell out of just sitting around, "Alright, where do we start?" because as much as she liked the plan she knew nothing about how the ship worked.

"...Yeah, we kinda haven't formed a crack team of diplomats and investigators here," Zetta said, grinning. "But I'll try to prod people and see who's sympathetic. But you guys --"

He looked at both the girls with a grin (and a moment to wonder why he constantly seemed to be surrounded by adolescent girls). "Don't stick your necks out. Yes, I know you're both pretty hardcore, so don't go arguing that I don't know that. Fact is, I'm the strongest being in existence and my soul is trapped in a pretty much invincible book, so if the ships start deciding to Punishmentify dissenters, I can handle it a hell of a lot better than you two. Keep fighting the good fight, but you do it quiet and leave the making-a-target-out-of-himself to me. 'Kay?"

Hit Girl snickered. "I can't say I'm not going to get into trouble. But even if that happens, I can guarantee you'll have more sympathy for a little girl than a racist Nazi bitch. Not that I'm going to be shooting for that mind you: I'm not one for having pain inflicted for no reason."

She managed a smile. "Kinda protective for an overlord. Must happen when you have a student. Trust me, I know."

Ruffnut laughed, "'slike he said. He may be evil but he's not a dick." She winked because...well even Ruffnut didn't fully believe that zetta was as evil as he'd like to think.

"P-- who's protective?!" Zetta sputtered. "You're -- neither of you are just worth anything if you're tortured to insanity!"

Zetta glared and huffed and generally tried to look evil and demonlike for a moment before he completely lost his train of ~~evil~~ thought.

"Oh yeah, that reminds me, I have something for you, since you're kickin' ass at the lightning thing," Zetta said.

Then he eyed Hit Girl. "You could do with a little boost as well. Not that you don't handle your gun damn well, but you could do with a better gun."

Kicking ass was really over selling how much progress she'd made but she was willing to soak up the compliments. She grinned hungrily at the idea that he had something for her, before she was side tracked. "What's a gun?"

"Well who would be able to be worth anything if they're nuts?" Hit Girl asked, looking skeptical. "Like, take me, Most people would say I'm psychologically damaged because I'm ten and I fight to kill. If I were nuts though, I would either just kill people and run, or be so messy that I would get caught easily."

Coincidentally, she knew full well that she couldn't go around killing people, even if she wanted to.

Hit Girl look intrigued. "Is that right? You have one in mind?"

Oh good, they're in the Sensorium. Hit Girl knew the thug was coming in back of her, and waited until the last possible moment, when she heard him about to remove his gun for his holster. Hit Girl's hand went to her own in a flash, and before he could get it to her level she'd fired two shots right between the eyes, and he went down.

"THAT is a gun," Hit girl said, re holstering the glock. "A bullet looks small, but it causes pretty massive damage."

Hey, Ruffnut hadn't killed herself and was able to punch apart a target dummy in an explosive electrical blast. As far as the Overlord was concerned, everything from here was just level-grinding, mana-earning, and practice.

As Hit Girl demonstrated weaponry to his Apprentice, the Overlord Invited a pair of his minions to the field. He took a moment to have a few quiet words with the second while the first offered Ruffnut a small, strap-to-the-forearm buckler.

"I got the feeling shields are traditional for you," Zetta said by word of explanation. "It's not a honkin' big tower shield, I wanted something that wouldn't cut down on your movement and punching and stuff, but it's damn good material. Won't cut, burn, melt, freeze, dissolve... you get the picture."

The second minion then turned to offer her a large pistol that looked half futuristic, half pure evil. "Wildcat Model 22," Zetta said. "Damn accurate, lots of recoil comp. I wouldn't recommend it over your usual model for stuff that a normal bullet takes down, 'cuz it can be kind of slow, but against a target that's large, armored, or has a lot of HP, it ought to do well."

He's evil! EVIL DAMN IT! THIS MEANS NOTHING.

Ruffnut was startled by the gun and marveled at how easily the small item with the big noise took out the enemy. It was amazing and sent warm shivers through her form.

That only got worse (or better?) When she saw her new toy. It was true in dragon training shields were the first most important tool to get used to, even more so then a sword or spear. "Coooooool!" She began strapping on the buckler and pushing electric energy through it making it crackle and glow hotly.

"way cool!" She marveled.

For her part, Hit Girl took the futuristic gun, marveling at how much heavier yet comfortable it felt in her hand. She couldn't keep her eyes off of it, and she cocked the gun, staring at the barrel, then holstering it.

"Thanks," she muttered, looking appreciative. "It's really nice!"

"You earned it," Zetta said, meaning both of them. "You're no good if your equipment-based stats don't keep up with your levelling."

This makes sense to him.

Ruffnut closed one eye and was holding up her buckler aiming at one of the targets, "Have I ever told you that I only understand like half of the things you say?"

Before he could answer she lunged forward slamming the buckler into her target making it shatter in a beautiful shower of splinters.

Hit Girl, who as Mandy had played plenty of RPGs, knew exactly what he was talking about.

"He's saying there's no point in you getting stronger if your equipment is crap," Hit Girl replied, pulling the gun out, and imagining several hulking characters coming toward her. She reared back and BANG! they were blown several feet. A pretty scary smile came to her face.

"Nice."

Someday Zetta will figure out how to get Ruffnut to read status screens.

And her head will explode.

"You guys are good minions," he said, pleased.

Ruffnut grinned a manic grin, "You make it fun." She tugged at the buckler as a spot of inspiration struck her. It came free from it's attachment as mutant monsters like the kind Alyssa had sent after her spawned.

Lighting up the disc with lightning Ruffnut hurled it like a Frisbee. It flee true and caught the first of the demons in the head exploding in a shower of sparks sending it stumbling back into the others.

With an unsteady dangerous laugh Ruffnut scrambled to pick it up.

"Hey, minions!" Hit Girl said. "I'm nobody's minion! They get their ass kicked all the time- you might as well call me a soldier of the foot clan!"

Still, this guy knew what he was talking about, and he got her a kick ass gun? Maybe being a minion or whatever wasn't such a bad thing.

She nodded at Ruffnut's throw, then an idea came.

"Hey viking girl, wanna spar?"

Zetta watched Ruffnut with absolute glee and no small amount of pride. Things like she'd just done reinforced, over and over, exactly how very right he'd been to take the girl as an apprentice.

"I'm Zetta," he said, almost absently. "My minions are stronger than final bosses."

Ignoring the oh so important and proud overlord Ruffnut's eyes lit up, "Sure! I'm game!" She declared and without waiting took up a defensive stance making sure her buckler was back in place. She wouldn't hold back on Hitgirl just because of the age difference. She could tell that this one was no pushover and deserved all Ruffnut could offer.

She smiled. Good, she wasn't going to have any objections to fighting her because she was ten. She holstered the guns and actually removed them from her belt: no fair in attacking her with those, after all. Once she had tossed them aside, she made a run toward Ruffnut, faked, and went for a solid hit to the stomach.

Good to start easy first.

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