thearena | The Kill Ring

WHO| Closed to Bro, Hiccup, and Astrid
WHAT| Hiccup gets attacked by Bro again but there's someone to intervene this time.
WHERE| Just some random place in the mall floor
WHEN| Week 4
WARNINGS| Death and sadness

They always stayed close to one another, even when they separated apart. After losing Ruffnut because she'd gone off to look around to scout, they thought it best not to be too far away from each other again.

Especially given Hiccup's state of mind, which was somewhat better but he still wasn't exactly with it. That was why, as he poked around the little perfume kiosk, to see if anything useful might be in those little bottles, he wasn't paying enough attention to his surrounding to realize someone was approaching.

"What is the point of this? Little bottles of smelly -" He sprayed one experimentally on the counter of the kiosk and watched as said counter started to bubble and melt. "Oh. Okaaay, I can see how that might be useful for the arena. Probably not a big seller outside it, but def'nitely useful here."

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With Dave dead, Bro wasn't playing messing around anymore. It had spurred something inside of him, and he was ready to get this arena the fuck over with. He was in the mindset to kill anyone he came across, unless he knew them well enough not to go there. He'd even borrowed Rose's gun, because he knew there were people with guns around and he wasn't about to have get held up by another nerd with a little power. So he was fucking prepared.

And who was he to run into but his old viking friend? It felt terribly ironic that he would run into him, given their encounter in the previous arena. This was a guy he certainly didn't mind offing, all things considered. And just as it happened, he stumbled upon him testing a perfume that seemed pretty damn useful.

He stepped out from his little hiding place (around the corner, so secretive). "Well looky who it is. My old viking pal." He didn't have his gun drawn, but he did have it at at his side, so Hiccup could see it. "Long time no see." He would see what the viking did, before drawing his weapon.

Hiccup's head rolled back as his eyes rolled skyward.

"Come on!"

He recognized the gun for what it was thanks to the weird death shooty thing they'd gotten from Ruffnut and dove behind the perfume kiosk.

"Can't you go find some other pitiful, one-legged person who can barely fight to go kill? Keep the audience on their toes? Don't you think they're going to get just a little bored with a repeat?"

He was speaking loud enough that Astrid, who was right nearby, would hear the distress in his voice, without giving away that she was there by signaling to her directly.

If Bro were in a better mood, he might be letting out a snort at Hiccup's words. There was definitely some humor in this situation, given the fact he'd killed Hiccup last arena and stumbled onto him again with the intent of killing him.

Even though his mood was terrible, he couldn't resist banter. "Oh, but don't you know that you're my pitiful, one legged person who can barely fight?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "You hold a special place in my heart, y'know. And hey, we have such good chemistry they're probably eating us right the fuck up."

It was then that he decided to grab his gun and point it at Hiccup. "Anyway, didn't I say last arena that it was nothing personal? That shit never changed. This is just how the game goes, kid."

Astrid doesn't recognize the voice, but she can see that it's definitely someone Hiccup's familiar with. Standing behind the kiosk out of sight, she listens in before she makes any sudden moves, fingers slipping around the handle of Ruffnut's gun, a weapon she hadn't been all too familiar with, but with the lack of an axe, she made do to learn the basics of it.

She should probably stay out of sight a bit longer, but knowing nothing about this stranger, she wasn't about to let Hiccup remain defenseless in what was obviously sounding like an inevitable attack.

Sliding out from behind the kiosk, she immediately points her own gun back over to this new enemy, a stern look on her face as her memory recalls the video she saw of Hiccup's previous face—and realizing exactly who it was that killed him.

"Sorry to say, but he's taken. You might want to move along and find someone else to taunt, because I don't plan on making this easy for you."

"Point of interest, but she's kinda right about me being her pitiful, one-legged person who can barely fight and she's very protective, so why don't we just walk our separate ways before we start shooting deadly metal bits all over the place and make this a thing."

Come on, dude, just let this one goooo.

The Kill Ring

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super sorry for the slow, I've had a busy few days

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