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.