[When the feed flicks on, Sango is sitting in what some might recognize as the smith, formerly operated by Hiccup and just recently discovered. One leg is crossed under her and Hiraikotsu, her giant boomerang, is laid across her lap--she's polishing it with a dirty scrap of cloth. Beside her is the sharp metal glint of her sword, just recently ( Read more... )

 [Hey guys, guess whose PCD is almost getting squashed by a horned worm. It's at an odd angle, looking straight up, since it's fallen on the ground face-up. The feed catches a quick dash of the worm slithering backwards, and then a couple of pellets thrown; an explosion of smoke clouds the edge of the screen where the worm disappeared. Sluicing ( Read more... )

[PCD on, this time deliberately. Sango is in the dojo, sunlight dappling through the windows, looking tired but exhilarated. If her tangled hair and sweat-sheened face isn't an indicator that she's been training pretty hard, a dummy in the background with its head knocked clean off is.

Somewhat conscious of her disarray, she's untangling her bangs ( Read more... )