Fight Near The Ice

• • Scioto gets into an unplanned fight and deals with icy cold water, Lockjaw spoofed the ice later in the log**

Lockjaw has taken the 3 slaves he had, he bought and resold the hedgehogs and hare and they are fairly far away now and not be be seen again..EVER, he walks calmly along the wooded path.

Scioto has done a patrol and has made sure his village is guarded well, just in case it’s needed, and now is headed back to the village.

Lockjaw catches sight of the cat and grins; he gets out a throwing dagger and throws it at the cat, but so that it barely misses him as he just wants his attention.

Scioto is alert and even more so now when the dagger brushes his cheek, he turns as he draws his blade and sees Lockjaw "Well..you again"

Lockjaw scans the area and grins again, "Guards you have not I see..such a pity, not as fun, oh well."

Scioto angles his blade and is in a fighting pose as he watches the weasel closely.

Lockjaw smirks, "This shall be fun, quick or slow it matters not as dead is what Nightfur wants you" He gets out a couple daggers and spins them in his paws before he suddenly charges the cat.

Scioto growls and waits, sidestepping and getting a small line of red on his lower arm, his tail wags as he points his blade at the weasel, "May find that hard where is the other 3 beasts you had?"

Lockjaw chuckles coldly "Gone and sold they are, what’s it matter to you"

Scioto grips the blade, "Your pay for it too, as will Nightfur, ok fine..sometimes not every beast can be saved but the rest will be whether it’s me or another"

Lockjaw grins, "I have helped him get rid of others too..some voles he had, few weeks ago..I also am a hired killer of beasts."

Scioto looks around, "You alone or have friends hiding in the trees, wouldn’t surprise me"

Lockjaw grins as he throws a dagger at the cat "I do not need friends" He still has one dagger.

Scioto growls as a dagger hits him in the leg, he stumbles almost and then, even with the pain goes to slices at the weasel’s chest.

Lockjaw gasps as he steps backwards and avoids some of the slice but it's still fairly bad and a major wound, he stabs out at the cat.

Scioto gets a rip on his cape and slices at the weasel again and about slips on a patch of ice.

Lockjaw gets a good slice down his arm, he sees the cat about slip on the ice and goes to elbow him to make him fall all the way if possible.

Scioto is shoved, but as he falls he goes to try and sweep his leg under the weasels leg, if he is falling the weasel is as well.

Lockjaw misses a chance to stab as he oofs and falls backwards and groans, this bumps his shoulder and causes a lot of pain.

Scioto rolls further away and goes to take a slice at the weasel if he gets up and at the same time trying to be very careful on the ice, he frowns at he notices the river. Wonderful.

Lockjaw growls threw his pain and goes get up, he raises an arm to block the blade and gets a deep gash, unlike Scioto he slips and falls on the ice again.

Scioto keeps a close eye on the weasel and pants as he is tried now and keeps his blade out and ready.

Lockjaw growls and rushes forwards and hits a patch of ice and falls forwards, but tries to stab the cat only to stab himself...on the cats sword, dagger is dropped as he gets an odd look and slowly moves backwards and lays a paw on his chest..blood, his blood and a lot of it, he drops on his knees and then slumps over dead.

Scioto looks like he is shocked and steps back, he looks down at the weasel and shakes his head, "Well.."

A calm in the air till a cracking noise is heard, seems the cat has walked onto some thin ice, even if he is not too far from shore. Thin ice is..BAD!!!

Scioto frowns at a cracking noise and holds very still.

The cracking ice gets a little worse, luckily the cat is not too far from the shoreline.

Scioto frowns, he goes to toss his blade onto the thicker area and about the shore and edges slowly to the shoreline very slowly.

This is all well and good but still cracks form and he has about 3 feet to go, if the weasel was alive he be seeing this as funny.

Scioto edges forwards and gets to the shore falls into the icy water as ice breaks, he shivers and claws at the shoreline getting a grip on a well-placed stone and pulling himself out, quickly crawling at rest of the way to shore and rolls onto his back shivering badly.

What is here, well one dead weasel with a couple good wounds and one fatal on in the chest, and ..Scioto shivering near some broken ice by the rivers shore, he has managed to edge to his sword and grips it and shivers, he looks at the dead weasel and sighs relieved but he has yet to stand up.

Oakenpaw sighs as he walks into view along the river path, shaking his head, "Now ya think ye be an otter beast wot?”

Scioto starts to raise his sword and sees its Oakenpaw and coughs "W,,WHAT?" He sits up, "S..start a fire.."

Oakenpaw shakes his head with and sighs and puts his cloak around the cat "Oh sure just have the hare start a fire in the snow" He begins gathering kindling, and getting his tinder box

Scioto glares "The..then what..fine don’t..help me home th..then. Darn it’s COLD!"

Oakenpaw chuckles as the Cloak is still warm from the hare’s body, as his steel strikes the flint...and he begins adding dry branches, the fire building rapidly

Scioto looks around, "No ..laughing, that weasel was sent to kill me, could be others around"

Oakenpaw says, "Poor beasts if there are....They would not like me"

Scioto nods slowly, he stands and limps over to the fire and then lays down after dusting off a place and sighs, the fire will warm him and he can better talk tomorrow, he trusts the healer hare and hopes no other of the weasels friends do show up, He waits till he is warm to let sleep overtake him and let the hare tend to his leg wound.