The Kill Ring

[hiccup1puberty0]

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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[stotte]

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."

[hiccup1puberty0]

"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.