Battle in the Clearing
05:16:50 PM - 09/25/11--
Clearing
This clearing is reminiscent to the meadows to the south of Redwall Abbey, yet strangely different in its unusual silence. No birds seem to banter in the trees surrounding its tall grasses on three sides. The well-traveled road to the west is barren, at the moment. Mossflower looms silently to the east, north, and south.
Exits: [W]inding [P]ath, [L]arge [P]ath, [D]irt [R]oad, [I]nto [M]ossflower [W]oods
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Silverfangs steps into the clearing of the woods and looks around, he has slipped out to look for his grand-daughter on his own it would seem.
Jomo grins as he sees Silverfangs and jumps down from the tree he is in,"Hello..I challenge you. To a fight for leadership and ya can’t refuse it or live with dishonor if you do refuse it"
Oz has decided not to have his usual cup of evening tea and has followed Silverfangs outside, mainly curious as to where he is going.
Silverfangs frowns as he looks at Jomo, he moves his cloak to show a long sword and studies him “I wish to not fight, the clan is no more it is gone, what rules are there then for something that is gone?"
Jomo growls and draws his blade, he grins "Ya wrong old fool, it’s not gone...still you, and me..and ya granddaughter, but see as you say, nearly gone so fight me or you dishonor me"
Silverfangs narrows his eyes as he looks at Jomo “Release my grand-daughter, there will be no fight"
Oz slows and stops as he looks at the sight before him.
Jomo smirks and raises the blade, "Wrong..it starts now!" He quickly rushes the old fox and slices at his left side with quick speed.
Silverfangs quickly sidesteps the blade and draws his own long sword, he slices at Jomo's arm and watches the wildcat for a reaction.
Oz blinks, he looks over where Velsa is and tries to get close to her.
Velsa is tied up, she looks up as she sees Oz and smiles.."Grandfather..he is in trouble."
Oz nods and looks over, he uses his claws to get the ropes free, it takes short couple minutes and the ropes fall to the sides, he smiles "Go.." he looks over at the fight.
Velsa frowns but quickly heads to the abbey.
Jomo growls in pain as the blade cuts into his lower arm, he grips his sword and angles it at Silverfang’s backside.
Silverfangs manages to get out of the way, the sword slices at his shoulder some, he groans in pain and goes to kick the wildcat in the chest, to knock him down.
Jomo is not as skilled as the fox and the kick knocks the wind out of him, he growls in pain and rolls onto all fours, he grins and goes to stab at Silverfangs leg and claw his face.
Silverfangs about loses his balance as the sword just about gets his knees, the claws miss his face but injures his left ear..leaving a bleeding cut on it. He goes to catch his breath and tries again the run-jump kick at the cat.
Jomo growls as he is thrown backwards, as the fox sends him backwards he slices upwards hoping to find a target.
Oz narrows his eyes and watches, ready to help if needed.
Silverfangs eyes shut tightly as the sword finds its mark and he gets a good slice across his chest and rolls onto his side and coughs, spitting out a mouthful of dirt, he looks at the chest wound, it’s not deep luckily but will leave a scar.
Jomo grins and goes to kick him in the side and punch him in the face.
Oz steps into the clearing, he narrows his eyes at Jomo and a low growl is heard.
Silverfangs oofs as he is kicked, the punch connects and blood forms, he spits out blood and looks up at Jomo, blood leaks from his chest wound and some blood trickles from his mouth.
Jomo grins, he doesn’t pay attention to the badger as he grabs Silverfangs by the throat and goes to shut off his air or maybe break his neck.
Silverfangs goes to get up as he feels the clawed paw around his throat, he frowns and looks at Jomo, his breathing starts to slow as breathing becomes harder, he slowly closes his eyes and seems to go still, unknown trying to trick Jomo into releasing him and hopefully be dropped.
Oz growls "Release him, and that’s not a request!"
Jomo chuckles as he goes to tighten the grip, he looks at the badger and grins "Oh.." He goes to slam the fox into a tree..rather hard!
Silverfangs wasn't expecting this so much, he feels himself hit the tree and then all goes black, he slides down the truck and lies fairly still, it’s hard to see if he is breathing or not.
Jomo smirks "Ooooops" He grins evilly.
Oz gasps in shock and terror, tears go down his face, he looks at Jomo, a deep growl escapes him now as he looks right at the cat, his eye color changes and he allows it instead of fighting it..."Your Pay for that!!!" His eyes are stained a deep red now, yes bloodwrath and he isn’t too happy with the wildcat.
Jomo chuckles, that quickly fades as he gets a good look at the badger and his eyes get a look of terror, he starts to back up, “Uhhh...we can talk, go away stripedog!!!"
Oz growls deep now and the name calling didn’t help, he goes to use his sharp claws to slice at Jomos face and neck.
Jomo has a look of panic now, he covers his neck and the claws rake across his right side of the face and across his nose as well as onto the wrist he uses to cover his neck, he slices at Oz chest.
Silverfangs stays...not moving
Oz growls at Jomo ,the sword is grabbed and throw to the side, he snorts at Jomo and growls deep, seems the sword didn’t get a chance to cut into his chest at all.
Jomo eeks as the sword is basically ripped from his paws and throw aside.
Oz has blood on his paw from where he grabbed the sword and threw it aside, he walks closer to the wildcat and goes to grab him by the throat.
Jomo tries to get away from the crazy badger and gags as he grabs his throat, he kicks at the badger wildly..
Silverfangs stirs, but he is in bad shape now it looks like, his eyes remain closed and he slips back into a deep faint.
Oz is kicked in the chest and growls, he releases Jomo and glares at him
Jomo gasps for breath and coughs, he crawls over to a nearby tree and looks backwards at the badger trying his best to get clear of it.
Oz growls low, his eyes still red as he narrows them at the cat, "I should kill you....give me one good reason not to!!!!!"
Jomo backs up towards the old fox and then decides it’s best not too,"I..I..I won't..won't come back..don't kill me"
Silverfangs groans weekly as he lays there.
Oz growls low at the wildcat and steps forwards he picks up the wildcats blade and looks ready to stab him through with it, he goes to stab and looks over at Silverfangs, he growls and grabs the cloak of the wildcat and the sword, he stabs the sword into the cloak to pin him on the ground maybe and punches him hard in the face.
Jomo eeeps and when he goes to run he trips as the cloak is grabbed and rips it to get loose, he doesn’t get to far before he sees the fist and then is out cold.
Oz growls, he looks over at Silverfangs and goes to pick him up gently as he can, he breaths heavily and his eyes are still red as the rage and anger is still there but he needs to use it to focus in getting to the abbey quickly.
Oz carries Silverfangs in a dash to the abbey and slows as he gets to the infirm area.
Oz climbs the stairs and gets Silverfangs to a nearby cot, he lays him down and motions over a healer, he then walks over to a window and takes a couple deep breaths, and closes his eyes trying to calm down.
Silverfangs is alive but hurt, right now in a faint but not as deep as one might think.
Oz remains by the window to stare out at the night and letting the healer tend to silverfangs, he takes a couple deep breaths and growls, he looks at his paw and seems to just now notice the deep cut on it .
It seemed like an eternity since Rosenade had seen much action. She had, for the most part, helped Harold with the library, though she was beginning to think about putting her focus into the infirmary after finding she somewhat enjoyed helping others with their wounds. Thus, she limped into the infirmary, wondering if there was much she could do to help...
Oz snorts, the healer seems to want to keep her distance.."Umm...s....sir..did what could..think go now.." The healer decides not to ask the badger if he is fine. Oz growls low and turns around, he watches the healer leave and then focuses on the mouse maid and snorts, his paw dripping blood, he closes his eyes and breaths deeply, still a lot of the anger in him, but not nearly as bad as earlier.
Rosenade looks over to the badger, and frowns. Yeah, he looked like he was miffed to a major extent, but he was bleeding. She steeled herself, and went right over to him, looking up at him. "Excuse me, sir."
Oz doesn’t open his eyes, but he hears her, he takes some calming breaths before speaking.."What?" He says somewhat grump to it and somewhat touch of worry to it.
Rosenade looks down to his paw, and then back up to him. She tried to avoid being intimidated by him, and was doing a pretty okay job. "You're bleeding... Let me help you."
Oz nods, he slowly opens his eyes, there is a slight faint red to them now but even that is fading now, he sits down on a cot and starts to shiver some now as if cold, he looks at his paw now as it bleeds, the cut is pretty deep, he frowns and looks over at where Silverfangs is and gets some tears on his face and remains quiet mostly..he mutters something.."Wildcat.."
Rosenade smiles to him, feeling proud of herself. It didn't take her long to gather a few things to help his wound, before standing in front of him. "Paw out, please." she requested... Though she tilted her head as she saw how sad he looked. "Something on your mind? You seem upset."
Oz shows his paw to her, the cut on his arm is not bad at all his paw has a deep cut on it, he blinks a few times and speaks clearer now.."Sword cut on..sort of grabbed it." He frowns as if not really thinking at the time. “Wildcat...fought him, though he...had killed him," He looks at Silverfangs and back to her. "Still..bad shape...wildcat in woods,...not dead but...hurt probably, punched him. Was knocked out, wildcat was that is....I.." He closes his eyes and frowns again, an abbey sister slips in and blinks "Oh my..." Oz speaks “No stories..tonight, need someone else to do it." He then is silent again, the abbey sister isn’t sure what to think and simply leaves, "Umm...ok sir"
Rosenade smiles up at him weakly, quietly tending to his wound. She wasn't entirely experienced, but she was doing the best she could. A moderate job, at the most... "Neither of you should leave the abbey then. If I could, I'd enforce it, but the most I can do is implore you, and the fox, to stay in the abbey..." she said, patting him on the now-bandaged paw gently.
Oz looks at the paw and blinks, when he looks at Rosenade his eyes are back to their normal color but he looks very tried, he nods "I..Don’t think the wildcat will be back..least hope not..too much going on to.." He shakes his head "I..should take more time off..after.." He shakes his he ad again clearly remembering the eve fully now.
Rosenade smiles, and reaches up to attempt to pat him on the shoulder. "These are tough times, I'll presume... I've not been here long, but I feel like I've been here my whole life. And I don't want to see any abbey beasts die..." she said, before looking up at him sternly. "Promise me you won't put any strain on your hand."
Oz nods slowly, "I won't.." He looks at the bandaged paw and sighs "I..grabbed the cat's sword..threw the sword into the woods, it didn’t hurt at the time..didn’t hurt till after was back here for short while”
Rosenade shakes her head a little bit, though she smiled a little bit. "Fool thing to do, if you ask me... Just be careful from now on! That won't heal for a good while, I'll wager."
Oz frowns"I..wasn't in my right mind..something came over me when.." He shakes his head, a couple tears go down his face, he keeps his paw in his lap now. "Shouldn't...the bandaged paw, slow me down too much"
Rosenade rubs her head a little bit. He seemed to be out of it, judging from the way he was talking... "Maybe you need to have a good sleep... The dibbuns need you, you know, not a tombstone that says "Here lies Father Badger".
Oz frowns at this, he nods "Yes true, sleep may be good...and your right it..could of turned out worse than it did"
Rosenade nods softly, and pats him on the arm. "I'll have Zoomy send you something to eat tomorrow. Try to take it easy, okay, big fellow?"
Oz nods, he manages a smile as he lays on the cot, a lot of things rushing threw his mind, he looks at her and nods eyes half closed"Thanks..Rosenade." He says quietly. His eyes close the rest of the way as sleep overtakes him.
Rosenade smiles to the other, and bows a little bit. "Have a good sleep..." she whispered, before turning and leaving the infirmary. She had a lot to do tomorrow...
