A Fight Or Two In The Old Town Tonight!

• • I got a fight that seemed important before Magus walks in, also this is long so sorry ahead of time ***

Garth is in the market place walking around, he has some coins and a new weapon today.

Piffle is patrolling! The upper portion of Halyard's tavern burned the night before and Piffle is a little irritated about that. Well, fuming in fact. She'd been patrolling the area not long before it happened and then right under the Long Patrol's nose it gets set on fire?! She's ventured out from the site to patrol. To find clues! A rookie cop with something to prove! And she recognizes Garth. "Oi!" The doe calls across the market and starts to stride in the stoat's direction; she remembers a beast that gave her a scar.

Garth looks over at the hare and quickly looks around and mutters some choice words when he doesn't see whom he was looking for but he grins all the same "Hey long ears, good night? I am not doing anything just spending well-earned gold ya may say." He pats his gold pouch, seems he had a dirk..a big HAD one as he just sold it to this rat at one of the stands, seems the stoat likes his own weapons better.

"'Well-earned gold' m' bloomin' scut, y' scoundrel! I remembah y' from the beach. So where's y' riddle-spoutin' oh-so-mysterious pal, eh? Gone t' commune wi' th' jolly spirits?" Her 'grin' is not a kind one- she's showing her teeth but not in a friendly smile. "So. Wot's y' 'well earned gold' from then eh? Y' noticed th' charred look th' tavern's goin' f'r t'day, eh? Ain't somethin' t' do widja, ol' stoatybreath?"

Garth chuckles "Can't say did, may of been fun but I do not do fire bunny, and it seems this hare just up and died and since he didn't need his weapon or gold I took it" He chuckles as if it’s the funniest thing “What my boss does is his business, not mine...well yet. He has plans"

Piffle snorts as Garth calls her 'bunny' and she doesn't look like she's buying what the stoat says about 'not doing fire'. After all! Vermin are a known to be a lying lot! But her eyes narrow when the stoat mentions the hare dying and him taking his weapon and gold. Now she'll have to ask if they're missing a hare! After she deals with this stoat! She doesn't think /that/ was a lie, it's clear. "Did y' jus," she takes a step forward "seriously admit t' killin' a hare t' a membah o' th' Long Pahtrol?!"

Garth bursts out laughing, "I injured him, see the boss killed him, said he needed to sleep" He chuckles "Oh yeah he sleeping all right, after that knife hit his heart he is sleeping in the dark forest!"

Piffle growls and puts her paw on her rapier. But her eyes narrow. This is /main street/ and a public thoroughfare! What if some poor bystander gets /hurt/? As angry as she is, the doe is a Patroller at heart and has taken the idea of 'protecting the shore' and the beasts on it, very seriously. "Y' bettah be lyin', Stoatscum!"

It is a glorious day here in Halyard, though, didn't you know? At least, it is to Adrian. He may or may not be on a day off, he doesn't rightly know. He never gets really clear orders anyway. So here he is, about to bump into Pifflewood, as he looks for whatever mad beast burned the tavern down.

Garth smirks "Oh I don’t lie about something that funny, maybe my boss will let me kill a hare myself...huh..maybe this key or whatever " Yeah he has no clue on that" is a hare I can kill, he did say we had to prevent the key from finding someone"

"Oho it is /not/ y'r lucky day, Stoaty-chops! 'Swiggle! O'er here, ol' chap!" She's spotted a very familiar hare in the crowd. Hooray for backup! She also decides the crowd is sensible enough to move when weapons are drawn. It's probably pretty clear that trouble is brewing anywhere. She unsheathes her rapier. "Y' might want t' rethink y're policy on 'onesty in th' future! Well, ya mighta want'd t' if y' /had/ a future, ya know..."

Adrian ear-perks. "Piff? Is that you? Got some trouble?" He strolls closer, sizing up the stoat with his eyes. "Oy, wot are ya, a lunk 'ead? Yah bettah cleah off, before I draw mah bloomin' rapier."

Garth chuckles "This is fun, two dumb LP hares, wish my boss was here he make ya two less hares" He draws his own blade now and grins "Boss can't have all the fun killing you hares, he killed one this afternoon...looks like I get to kill two of ya" He smiles coldly.

"Don't let 'im clear off, 'Swig! 'E's just admitted t' a bloomin' murdah, doncha know!" Piff' pipes up, ears erect and looking daggers at the stoat she's pointing her own rapier at. Great! /Actually great/! This /is/ rather what she wanted. The stoat's got a fight response instead of a flight one! "Big talk! Y' outnumbah'd y' rowdy cad!"

Adrian sighs, as if put upon. "Blimey, do tha fools nevah learn, Piff? I sweah on mah granny's grave that they nevah, evah learn." He draws his rapier, pointing it nonchalantly at the stoat, as if bored. "Well, c'mon, Piff, let's make sure this one *does* bally well learn, wot!"

Garth looks between the hares "Who...goes ...first, 1...2....DIE!" He lunges at Adrian first and makes a slice at his left shoulder and chuckles as he goes it, he also tries to make sure he knows where the other hare is.

"Aye! We'll learn 'im right inta an early /tome/! Ahah!" It's probably not the time for jokes? No! Never! It's always the time for a joke when the LP have weapons drawn! She's also feeling /better/ now that she's found a fight and 'Swiggle's around to back her up too! What could /possibly/ go wrong?! As Garth goes for Adrian, Piff' tries to take advantage with a forward and stubby lunge aimed toward the stoat's left side.

There is training, and then there is being taken off guard by a crazy beast. The left shoulder of his uniform is sliced, drawing blood. "Good grief, give a beast some warnin', will yah?" Adrian is quick to react, however, and ducks before the stoat can strike again.

Garth kicks backwards at Piff as the blade cuts into his leather armor some, he swings at Adrain only to miss and growls "Dum hares! Ya all should die." He backs off a little and swings his blade.

"Swig'?! Y' a'right?!" Even if she used the attack on the other hare as a distraction for her /own/ attack at Garth, she can't help but worry about her friend. But! Mindset! He's a patroller too! And his comeback befits such, calming her worry. She hops backward as she's kicked at, which thankfully puts her out of the way of the next blade swing from the stoat. "You first ol' chap!"

Garth smirks and as a tall weasel passes he shoves them towards the two hares and bolts into a crowd of beasts, the weasel is none too happy, he is not the type to kill hares noooo...but he would like to kill a stoat now and is right now cussing up a storm!

Adrian barely avoids the weasel, and shakes his blade as their quarry escapes. "Bloomin' crazy stoat." Oh wait...yes, yes, Adrian is bleeding, isn't he. He'd rather forgotten that. "Damn. Flesh wound, I think... Dunno. I hope I don't need stitches, I don't need to deal with Dagda's mutterin's about Runnahs again..."

Piffle curses! Even runners have issues running through crowds and the vermin has the advantage of blending with the other vermin! She's stops short in perusing the stoat, realizing he's got away, and stamps her foot with disappointment. "Cabbage-scuts! Blasted bally sprout-tails!" She'd probably have continued into a tirade of veggie-based curses but! 'Swiggle! Bleeding! Yes he is! "Ah! Blimey, sorry 'Swig! Gettin' y' int' that. Y're sure it's a bally flesh wound, wot? We bettah get it cleaned up. That un's boss deals in 'ocus pocus potions an' 'erbs. Sleepin' poisons an' th' like. Don't think that un's smart 'nuff f'r 'is boss t' give 'im any but best t' play it safe, eh wot? Let's get t' the well an' get that washed. We can see if m' unit can spare a bally medic, eh?"

Adrian resheaths his blade, nodding. "Right, good idea. I've really no clue 'ow deep it is." He squeezes his right paw over the bloody cut on his shoulder, which has dripped blood all the way down his sleeve. "But! My first woundin' in tha heat o' battle, wot? This'll be a tale ta tell, eh? With the required exaggeration, of course." He smirks, as he starts to slip through the crowd to the well.

"Y' seem t' be takin' it a'right so I don't think it's too jolly deep. 'M still worried 'bout y' though. Best get 't seen t'." Piff' grins though- blood or not, his reaction is encouraging, and- still being somewhat bandaged herself, though she's lost the one on her neck and upper arm now, she remembers her own reactions to her wounds. They probably weren't as well taken as Swiggles. Fusspot hare! "O' course! Y' can say 'ow ye courageously dashed t' m' aid! Full o' blood an' vinegah!" As opposed to the bored stance he'd put on at the start of the fight! Exciting stuff!

Adrian laughs. "Indubitably! But don't forget, we were starin' down a hundred on our left, an' two hundred on our right, 'opelessly outnumbered. A right ambush, wot?" As they walk, he starts unbuttoning his uniform, so that by the time they reach the well, he is already shrugging his jacket off his right shoulder, then carefully peels it off his left, gritting his teeth. "Blimey, though, it does hurt, I say." Fortunately, as they both suspected, it is not deep, not even slicing into the muscle, but it will probably require a few stitches.

"Oh! Three 'undred easy Swiggle ol' chap! Amazin' 'ow many o' them they 'ad 'idden to jolly well take us by s'prise! But by vigor an' valor we fought our way through, eh wot?!" She can't help but be all nosy and concerned as Adrian starts shedding garments though. Her nose twitches and she winces and gives a low whistle. "Blimey Swig'! 's a good 'n! N' bloomin' wondah it's 'urtin'! Y'll survive though, I'll wagah!" Upon reaching the well, the first thing Piff' does is crouch and produce a handkerchief. Always carry a clean handkerchief on a patrol! You never know when you'll need a random rag of cloth! She wets it and then beckons with her finger at the buck. "Right! I'll be gentle! I can't stitch the bloomin' thing up all nice like, I'll have t' run and grab a healah type f'r that! But by Bludstripe I can 't least clean th' bally thing, eh?!"

Adrian exclaims, "Course I'll survive, wot!" Adrian replies with a winning smile. "It'll take more 'n' a little cut ta stop me." Even if it is just a bit more than a *little* cut...More like a *large*, shallow cut, but what's a few facts between friends? At Piff's beckoning, the buck obediently approaches, crouching beside the well so she can clean the wound. "Don't worry, I trust yah, wot. Wouldn't wanna lose mah arm ta gangrene now, heh."

"I'll say! Y' need y'r arms! Imagine tryin' t' eat at the mountain wi' one arm! I mean, y'd have t' get a bloomin' peg or somethin'! Wi' like, uh, a bally 'ook on th' end!" Piff' frowns. Is it a peg when it's an arm replacement? No that's probably not right /at all/! It's just legs isn't it? She doesn't correct herself. "Good! Jolly good show! 'long 's one of us trusts me, eh?" She quips before tenderly attempting to clean the wound. Her tongue pokes from the corner of her mouth as she focuses on being gentle.

"I'm sure I could carry off the pegged look, Piff," Adrian replies, almost nonchalantly. However, no matter how gentle the doe may be, it does sting quite a bit, and Adrian winds up gritting his teeth for the duration.

Magus is meanwhile in the shadows, he watches the hares and then slips further into the shadows where he calls for his pet, a falcon comes over to him and the ferret grins, “Shall we watch the hares pet?”

Piffle would hurry but that would be /bad/ when you're trying to be gentle. "I daresay y' jolly well good! Even look quite dashin'!" She winces when it's clear it's stinging and her ears wilt a little. "'m sorry, Swig! 'm goin' as quick as I bally well dare! We're almost done, I promise, wot!"

Adrian shakes his head. "Don't ya worry yahself, Piff. No need for apologies. Just gotta grit one's teeth, and bear it, wot?" He chuckles a bit, despite the discomfort. "But, I should dare say I'd be bally well dashin'. I am clearly the han'somest male Runnah in tha Patrol."

"Oh 'eck! It's gone an' 'ffected y' brain aftah all!" Piffle japes good naturedly. "Nah! Y' clearly would be, f'r sure! Y'd be the most dashin' limb-lackin' Long Patrollah 'round!" She stands up. "Right! All jolly done! Just gotta get somethin' t' cover it up 'til we can getcha seen by a healah, wot!"

"Oy now, don't ya deny it. Admit it, mah eyes are dreamy, wot." Adrian grins, then nods, returning to the task at hand. "Got any spare bandages? I'd hate ta ruin mah jacket worse 'n' it already is..."

"Blood runs fr'm cold watah! Y' ain't ruined it none, ol' chap! Leave 't wi' me if y' doubt it! I'll have 't clean in n' time, y' betcha y' dinnah I would!" Piffle smirks which turns into a grin. "And aye, y've the second dreamiest eyes in th' land, f'r sure!"

Adrian laughs. "Alright, I trust ya can clean it. An' indulge me, who has the dreamiest?"

"Paha! Yours truly o' course!" Piff's fishing out a bandage while she quips that. It would be silly after recent events /not/ to start bringing along some spares. "Right! No wagah! It's flatterin' but I was aftah y' dinnah!"

"Hmm, not sure I could give up mah dinnah, wot." Adrian laughs. "An' yah right, you *do* have rathah dreamy eyes. We'll 'ave ta just sit around gazin' inta each othah's limpid pools for hours on end, totally transfixed..."

Magus stays quiet, in the shadows, with the falcon.

"Not even for me?!" Piffle flutters her eyelashes at Adrian and then can't keep it up finding herself guffawing with a bandage still in her paws. "Bahahaw! Ain't nevah gonna getcha bloomin' patched up 't this rate! We'll jus' be gazin' at 'chothah f'r all 'ternity!"

Adrian laughs loudly at that, despite the lingering discomfort in his shoulder. "Well, eternity with yah fine company ain't bad, I don't think, haha. But you are right, we best gat mah arm bandaged, find a healah, and get that bloomin' stoat, wot?"

"Too bally right, Swig!" And so Piff' kneels down and bids the buck to sit so that she can have an easier time putting the temporary dressing in place. "That bloomin' stoat. He's th' same blightah 'oo gave me more o' m' wounds, doncha know? Gotta right personal score wi' tha' bally ruffian..."

Adrian sits down as Piff instructs. "Is 'e now? Well, I can't let that stand, now can I? 'E won't rough up mah friends an' get away wi' it. I'll certainly 'elp yah settle tha score, wot!"

"Top 'ole! Ta Swig! Y' know I have /at least/ three bally scores to settle now?!" Piff' remarks as she, carefully but not as tenderly as she washed the wound, bandages up Adrian's cut. "A whole blinkin' trio o' scores t' settle, wot! Maybe four if I count tha' stoaty-chap's wafflin' mystic of an employah; 'e did give me a right ruddy 'eadache, doncha know? Creepy bally ferret..."

"Three? Good grief, Piff. That's a lot." Adrian looks at the doe with concern as she works. "I'll 'elp ya, though, if only ta make sure yah don't get hurt, wot."

"Kind o' y' Swiggle! But I ain't plannin' on gettin' hurt none!" Er? She slowly looks toward the bandage on her arm and adopts a sheepish grin to her face. "Well, none more I mean, eh wot? Right y'll done!" She stands back and gets up to admire her handiwork. She's proud of it! It'll definitely get frowned at and tutted at by a healer though...

Adrian looks down at his shoulder. "Certainly, wot! This'll keep me from bleedin' ta deat, wot!" The buck retrieves his jacket, and starts slipping it back on like a proper Patroller. "Now, wot say we go give ya scores the ol' blood 'n' vinegah, wot?"

"Oi! Wotcha doin?" Piff' holds out her paw with a smirk. "Jacket. Bloody, wot. Cold watah, remembah? Y' gi' that 'ere! Y'r only gonna go an' irr'tate y' bally cut puttin' on as well, doncha know? Y' leave th' jacket in m' paws."

"Oy, yah gotta point, wot." Adrian removes his jacket again. "I don't look propah, though, so we gotta make sure no othah patrollahs see us, Piff." He hands the jacket over, admiring the doe's can-do attitude.

Magus steps out of an alleyway, hood up and over his head as he walks, close to him is a falcon, the two beasts walk along the street.

"Doncha worry 'bout that! Y' can crouch down b'hind me, wot? I'll stand /real/ tall!" The doe stands up on her toes to 'prove the point' that she /can/ stand 'real tall'. She's focused on taking and carefully folding the jacket over her arm for a moment and the doe /misses/ seeing the cloaked beast that plagued her brain just days ago! A falcon is /hard/ to miss though and her eyes bulge as she looks up. "Eh, Swig? D'ya see what I'm jolly well seein' mate?"

Adrian squints his eyes. "Is that a blinkin' bird, Piff? Shall we intercept, or withdraw? Is 'e friend, or foe? Why am I askin', Piff?"

Magus reaches up and ruffles the feathers of the falcon " How is my pet, hmmms...perhaps you want to go eat something , I say go my pet and while you’re out find the ones I seek and report back to me “The falcon makes a clicking sound with its beak.

"I ain't ne'r seen that bird b'fore!" Piff' responds and then her eyes narrow at the beast 'petting' the bird. "Oh! But I'm gonna hedge m' bet on blinkin' /foe/! /That/ beast I bally well wouldn' f'get in a while! Tha's ol' stoatchops' 'boss'!"

"Blimey, ya mean that foul smellin' bloke is the one that hired that block'ead from earliah?" Adrian's paw goes to the rapier at his hip. "Right ho, I'll defend ya, you're still injured, wot."

Magus glances over at the hares and speaks quietly to the large bird which nods and takes off into the air.

Garth slips out of one of the building and looks around, he steps back when he sees the bird and then, and only then , he heads over to the ferret.

"Swig! /I'm/ injah'd?! I jus' bandaged a bally cut on' y'! I'm carry'n y'r blinkin' jacket covah'd in y' blood!" Piff' points out with some alarm as Adrian's paw goes toward his blade. "Y' be thinkin' straight ol' chap? I /may/ be but so are /ya/! Oh! Look 'oo 't bally well is!" She gestures (with the jacket!) at Garth.

Adrian nods. "Right, let's duck back inta the crowd before 'e notices us, an' we can formulate a plan of attack, wot?" He grab's Piff's shoulder and starts to pull her into the surrounding crowd. "We can ambush 'em, eh?"

Magus has already seen them as he looks at Garth, "You are late Garth, how am I to finish my plans if one is late. The bird is on the hunt, we shall soon have my former master’s revenge and it will be easy with one so troubled."

Garth blinks "Troubled boss? errr....this have ta do with that umm..key whatever thing ya muttered before...ummm throws away and find a rare key or something...errr?"

"Sound plan!" Or it would be if they weren't hares of the Patrol and rather noticeable. Either way, it's better than staying in plain sight she supposes and Piff' allows herself to be steered into the crowd. "So wot's y' plan? I say we jolly well sneak past th' pair o' blightahs, come up round and biff! Ambush th' rottahs from behind eh? Wot d'ya say?" She's still holding his jacket.

Magus glares at the stoat and narrows his eyes "Her mind is such a foggy clouded mess, she slowly locks up all feeling and throws away the key and only a rare key will open it back up again...she is lost in the storm, lost within herself and the storm will only get worse and worse...ever more lost will she become, a fate some say would welcome death with open paws.." He grins and he looks around "They key is close, yet not close....but will they get to the one in time." He stops as he draws forth a blade "We shall have company soon" His voice is so creepy.

Garth frowns, "Ummm...ok we kill the key, it’s a beast right?. Wait company?" He gets out his sword and looks around.

Adrian glances around, once they are out of sight for the moment, and nods. "The hooded bloke saw us, but that stoat didn't. I imagine the hooded bloke 'as tol' 'im ta be on that watch out now. I agree wi' yah plan, though. We come up behind 'em both, that'll give us a little surprise."

"Well n' time like the present eh?!" The doe jerks her head in the direction of the pair of vermin and then sets off among the crowd, intent on sneaking past the stoat and ferret.

Magus scans the area, blade out “Do pay attention Garth" He says softly as he looks ready to fight if needed.

Garth nods and looks around" Maybe we should go elsewhere boss?"

Flare has decided to take a look around the village, and get a feel for the area, also learn his way around.

Magus shakes his head, he then smiles coldly as he sees Flare and heads towards the hare at a slow pace for now.

Adrian follows Piff. He spots Flare. " Blimey, there's Flare, Piff. Isn't 'e just a recruit? This just threw a wrench in our plans..."

"Ah, blimey. 'E knows the bally ferret. We 'ad a chinwag 'bout 'im. Right!" Piffle straightens up and just starts marching toward the vermin after all. "Abandon plan! Inta-bally-vention time! Come on Swig, let’s get'em!"

Garth follows where his boss just looked and his jaw about drops open, he grips the blade and narrows his eyes, and he isn’t one to take orders or go slow about it either, blade raised he is heading right towards Flare, "Stupid foul long ears is gonna die....." He smirks "Hey ya bunny! Remember me? I remember you and your friend, where is he by the way...not here seems!" He goes to take a swing at him.

Magus stops and frowns as the stoat goes past, "Good help is always hard to find..." He looks at the others hares “And company is here...joy."

Flare hears the voice and barely goes to sidestep, the blade cuts into his lower arm. He manages to pull free a dirk, he is not as good close up as he is with the longbow, but he still goes to try and stab the stoat, “Back off rotter!" He then sees Magus and frowns, "Oh...no"

Adrian draws his rapier, and launches right into the fray. "EULAAAAAAALIIIIIAAAAA!!!" His rapier is pointed right at Garth's midsection.

Garth grins as he sees blood, "Your stupid old friend is not here..."He growls as the dirk stabs into his wrist and goes to kick at Flare, he hears Adrian and goes to quickly sidestep and almost trips, whoa too many hares. The blade of the other hare slices his tunic and leather armor.

Argh! This isn't going well at /all/! "Flare! Get out 'f here recruit! Y've n' need to prove y'self brave, lad!" She just /knows/ he isn't going to listen. Just /knows/ it. Oh, and there goes Adrian. "Sorry jacket." She mutters, having to leave it on the floor (she intends to pick it up later honest! She'll put /extra/ effort into washing it! And off she charges after him. "Eulalia! An' all that! Have at thee!" /She's/ charging for Magus as she unsheathes her blade, lunging for his chest.

Magus gets out his dart pipe and loads it, a knockout dart and looks for who to aim it at, he chooses the hare Piff, well it’s a dirty way to even the odds, but whatever works.

Flare feels the kick and makes a fist to punch the stoat in the jaw, hopefully he connects as he tenses up "Wots it ta ya stoat chap, ya be in trouble if he were her' "

Adrian draws up short beside Garth. The hare doesn't always play clean himself, and he goes to literally kick the stoat square in the stomach as the fiend nearly trips.

Magus watches the fight, "If the one hare is here, mayhap the maid is soon as well...it's her I want..to..help her troubled mind.." Yeah but not the good kind of help most likely.

It's very difficult, if not impossible, to block a dart with a sword. Piffle was never taught this. Unfortunately her attempt results in the predictable and a dart sticks from her arm, between the bandages. "Ack!" She hisses but doesn't stop her charge. Unfortunately, she's likely to start slowing down as she tries to slash at the ferret. "'old still, th' pair o' ya!" She tells the one vermin.

Garth oooofs and goes to stab at Adrian aiming for his arm or side, whatever is closer as the aim may be a little off.. "Bosss!!!" He shouts and goes to back up a little, his own wound bleeding a little now.

Flare does his best to not fall over himself , his arm is bleeding now as he narrows his eyes, he glances at the ferret" Be best if you stayed back Magus. Trust me you go after her or hurt her your be in a world of pain from a lot of beasts!"

Magus loads another dart and smirks "I do what I want, I shall win and the other shall not..the key will not get to her before I do, I can help so much better with a sweet kiss of death.." He watches the fight and looks at the hare Piff" Your tried..rest..." He doesn’t aim at the hare but he does block the blade with his staff, he also doesn’t fire off the pipe dart at anyone

Adrian laughs, and easily dodges the stoat's off-kilter aim. "Ya can't beat a Runnah's strong kick, ya block'ead." He dashes forward as Garth backs up, eager to keep his quarry on the defensive. "Why don't ya beg for mercy, wot?"

Flare backs up and backs into a building where he slides down and frowns, his wound will need healing and soon, he ends up passing out.

"Ngh!" Piff' struggles to keep her eyes open. "Shut up 'bout y' bally key 'r just call a blink'n, a blink'n, uh, lo'smith 'ready..." She slips and slides, her blade scraping on the staff as she sinks onto her knees and shakes her head. "Y', y're a dirt' scoundrel..."

Garth chuckles as the hare passes out and Piff soon will most likely, he eeps as Adrian attacks and barely blocks the hare, he looks ready to try and bolt into the crowd. He swings again at the hare.

Magus smiles as he glances at Flare and smirks “Your friend needs a healer and you...need a nap." He could so kill Piff right now but he chooses not to, “You get to live today, isn’t that nice?" He then starts to walk away and whistles for his falcon and he goes to slip in-between some rats.

Adrian is feeling rather exhilarated, as the adrenaline pumps. He can tell he has the stoat panicked by his repeated attacks, and he doesn't let up, blocking the stoat's half-hearted attempts at an offense. "Oh come on...Surely ya got somethin' bettah than *that*, Block'ead. Mah ol' granny could fight circles around yah, blindfolded with 'er paws tied behind 'er bloomin' back. Put some spine into yah fight."

Piffle would glare after Magus if she could focus on what he was saying. She would get up and try to aid Flare if her limbs would obey her suddenly foggy brain. She finds herself unable to focus on anything but the swirling mists in her vision before they dim and then even the sounds around her fade away. She's face down on the ground and out cold.

Magus calls out "Garth, come now you pain!!" The falcon makes a loud noise and causes a panic as the ferret walks off "The hare have other worries....and I have business with a slaver."

Garth blinks as he is called and smirks "Yeah..like like...dying friends!" He gets a paw full of dirt and throws it at hare and goes to rush after his boss, not bothering to see just how much dirt got in the hare's face, least it’s a distraction.

Adrian gets a pawful of dirt to the face. "I said get some spine, not get dirty, ya Block'ead..." But the stoat is gone, as Adrian wipes his face. "Well, we sent 'em runnin', eh Piff? Piff? Flare? Guys?" He spots Piff lying on the ground. Unconscious? Or...dead? He dare not check, but check he does.

Piffle has a pulse! She's /alive/! She's just very very dead /looking/ is all. And very much knocked out! She lays there immobile and unresponsive but, thankfully, alive!

Adrian checks the doe's pulse. Alive, just like the pose said. "Piff? Pifflewood? Can yah hear me, mate? Ophelia? C'mon, I need yah ta wake up, wot. Piff?" He starts thinking of ways he could shock her awake. Bucket of water. Passionate kiss.... Hmm, that *does* work in fairy tales, after all...

Piffle remains as limp as a doll but slightly less lifeless. Her breathing is regular and her pulse is there. It's like she's in a very peaceful and deep sleep. But there's /no/ snoring! So it probably isn't really 'asleep'...

Adrian shrugs, and leans down, giving the doe a not-quite-passionate kiss, but a kiss nonetheless. Right on the lips. She doesn't wake up, so it's off to what *should* have been plan A in the first place: Bucket of well water.

Flare is still unconcious and on the ground.

Magus slips back, with other hares distracted and the fact the crowd is a bit freaked out by the falcon right now, and yeah the falcon did just grab a rat, this is when Magus grabs the unconcious Flare and drags him into a side street and then elsewhere to where only Magus knows.

--- couple hours later—

Magus has found an old shack on the beach, behind some rocks and has tied up Flare and even bandaged his wounds…hey a dead hare is not worth anything to him and he needs info. He sits nearby and waits, the falcon is gone elsewhere and it seems so has the stoat, or maybe the stoat is asleep in another area as this shack has a couple rooms.

Flare groans as he wakes up “Whoa…where de bally heck am I?” He then focus on the ferret and glares.

Magus smirks and smiles coldly, the hare’s weapons are gone and he is tried up so the seer is not worried “ Hello Flare, me and you will have an interesting night and based on how well you answer questions will determine if the LP finds you alive or not, and whether you in one piece” He grins “Shall we..begin?”

---And the long log ends here, looks like Flare is in for a long night with the creepy ferret, will he live? Will he die? This Ferret is STILL creepy…find out in a future log!!---