Some serious butt kicking (A Long Patrol log)

BlisaMarshmellow · 2017-05-03 04:17:45 PM

SCENE: Somewhere on the Western Shore

CHARACTERS: Felicity, a female hare. Various spoofed bad guys and Long Patrol hares. Rioko the vixen.

LOG:
Rioko has no love for the Long Patrol, but even she was willing to sell out her own vermin kin to them if the money was right. Whether or not the long patrol following the vixen inland through the rocky crevasses of the shore line trusted the beast or not, in end, did not matter. Once the fox could see a small plume of woodsmoke in the distance she smiled, turning to the leader of the hares, "And this gents, is where we part ways. I'm sure you can find the rest of the way yourself." She bows graciously before offering a paw out for her bounty reward.
The Duskblades...originally a band of pirates turned Bandits after their ship broke against the shore line. They have been a rather big nuisance these past weeks...one that will be taken care of if their 'guide's' information holds out.

The Sergeant in charge of the Patrol merely sniffs and turns to an auburn-furred maid nearby. "You're in charge of 'er, Private." Felicity nods and goes to grab the vixen's paw as the other 25 hares silently creep past towards the fire in the distance. "I'm afraid y'don't get any reward 'til we 'ave defeated this group o' ruffians. Sorry. Not my idea." She goes to tug the vixen along as she joins the back of the group of vengeful agents of justice.

The vixen scowls and rolls her eyes but frees herself of the maid's grasp, "Fair enough. But this is as far as I go. I ain't a warrior and I don't want no stab happy hare to mistake me for the enemy. You are on your own from here." She laughs, then seriously adds, "Stay safe cotton tail."
Meanwhile the rest of the long patrol members come to a small outcropping with a ledge over looking the bandit's camp. It is quite the memorable sight. The bandits have set up tents along a sandy bay area, the remains of their ship, broken in two and gutted for scraps, remains forever lodged onto the sandy shore. Vermin of all types roam about the camp, about 15 awake and alert and with in view. They have the corsair look down pat, dressed in ratty garments and carrying all manner of weaponry. They don't seem to notice the hares just yet.

Felicity shrugs. "Alright. But if you've actually betrayed us, I sha'n't save ya." Pausing, she smiles slightly into the night. "I'll do m'best, butter barrel." Then she slips off and joins the rest. The Sergeant is peering at the enemy, his ears laying flat on his head so as to not alert the enemy to their position. Another hare has a jar of embers so the 5 archers can light their fire arrows. At the leader's signal, the Long Patrol hares spread out some so they can sweep in on the vermin when the signal to attack is given. At his command, the archers set arrows ablaze and shoot them at the tents!

The effect across the camp is surprisingly, not as immediate as one would think. It's not until a vermin is struck inside a tent and screams do the vermin realize the danger they are in. By then many tents are starting to slowly catch fire. Shouts of alarm spring about the camp and dozens of half dressed, half drunk corsairs dash out of their tents, some even remembering to grab their weapons.

Another set of fire arrows hits the remaining tents as a rain of hailstones crashes towards the corsairs. Another rain of slingstones flies at them, and then the Sergeant yells, "Charge!" The hares leap over the rocks and attack, swinging all manner of weapons. What they lack in number they more than make up for in ferocity and organization. Felicity is in the thick of it, crashing into the vermin along with the other Runners, stabbing and hacking with her short sword and kicking out with her powerful hind legs.

The battle is fierce as the bandits get their act together. Some take for the hills, fleeing from battle with their tails tucked between their legs. Others throw themselves against the long patrol like wild beasts. "Attack them! Swarm them! Kill them all!" A lanky bare chested weasel waves his cutlass about, urging the vermin on before ducking into his tent to retrieve a captain's hat. He gestures for a ferret and a fat bellied swift fox to follow him before retreating towards the broken ship.

Felicity spots the cowards and slips away, breaking into a dead run as she closes the gap between her and them. Silent, she goes to stab the weasel in the back! The Sergeant is busy yelling his own orders, but he has the courage to fight the enemy beside his troops. Some hares afll, but their comrades in arms just attack with more ferocity, stabbing and hacking at the corsairs, screaming war cries and calls for blood and vinegar!

"Captain!" Shouts the ferret, stepping forward to defend his leader he takes the sword through the chest and screams alerting the other two beasts to their danger. "Take care of this." Shouts the weasel.
Even while his comrade dies on the hares blade the heavy set fox turns to attack Felicity, armed with a hatchet in each paw. He swings at her savagely as his captain rushes into the ship!

The battle continues behind them. Felicity gets a slash to her upper left arm as she ducks, barely managing to not die. Snarling, she yanks her sword out of the corpse and goes to slice the fox open like a melon! She then goes to kick him in the face and slice at his neck! "EULALIA!!!" Victory!

The fox let's out a yelp as the blade cuts across his tummy, spilling his stomach onto the beach. His passage to the dark forest is eased through the kick to his muzzle and slash to his throat.
They just don't make pirate minions as they used to, if the sounds of vermin cries behind Fel are any indication.

Felicity leaps over her latest defeat and runs after the weasel, silent again as she pursues her foes. Meanwhile, the other Long Patrol hares are also giving spectacular accounts of themselves, literally kicking butt in some cases. They are living up to their motto of 'no surrender given or taken', so the ones who ran off at the beginning of this thing were the smart ones and will probably live to see at least a few more sunrises.....assuming they hi-tail it out of this whole area and don't cause any more trouble that the hares will have to solve.

The inside of the ship is a complete mess, a vessel unfit for living after being completely decimated by its crash upon the sea.
The two halves of the ship lay bare to the hare on her left and her right, separated by a sandy beach filled with various objects of loot. There are cages on either side filled with emaciated and starving beasts, both vermin and woodlander alike and even some rare and exotic species. All seem to scurry away from the hare as she appears, slinking deeper into their prisons.
The weasel captain isn't too hard to locate, he actually comes to Fel's line of sight, tumbling down the stairs while trying to carry a small chest full of coins. He stands there, eyes wide at the sight of Fel. "Parlay." He says quickly. "I...I call for Parlay!"

Felicity looks at the imprisoned beasts in horror and outrage. And then the 'captain' has the gall to ask for mercy. Turning her enraged gaze upon him, she spits out, "Parlay? Y'think scum like yerself should be parlayed with, wot? I DON'T PARLAY WITH SLAVERS!!!" She charges and swings at the weasel, then twirls and kicks at his stupid face!!! Meanwhile, the main battle is basically over, and the Sergeant listens grimly to the report of how many hares are dead and wounded. "Where's Private Felicity?" They have no idea.

"Wait!" He cries. using the box to stop the sword short he is unprepared for the sudden kick to his face sending him falling backward onto the sand. "y' broke m' nose!" he shouts, struggling to get up and clutching his muzzle.

Felicity roars and stabs down, slaying the weasel in one go! Another Runner comes dashing back to the Sergeant, crying, "Lissie went after the captain of this horde! They're in there!" A few hares go charging after their commander, and they enter the ship in time to see Felicity stand and, after retrieving her sword, kick the corpse for good measure. "An' THAT'S for bein' a coward!" She turns and salutes. "Sorry for runnin' away, Sah!"

And so they free the beasts in the cages and take care of them, even though some of the hares would rather murder these vermin, too. The Sergeant will make absolutely sure to give a full report to his commanding officer when they get back to Salamandastron...

~*END*~

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#1 2017-05-03 04:17:45 PM

Some serious butt kicking (A Long Patrol log)

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