Fight in the Ferravale Marketplace! Mwahaha....*ahem* sorry... ;)
Ferravale marketplace
Rorgan the otter. Blisa the cat and Ferdinand the ferret. Random spoofed stoat dude and fox healer.
The midday sun shines down on the village of Ferravale. The usual bustle seems to have returned despite having been weirdly repressed the day before. Walking through the streets is a black furred otter who is obviously exploring. He looks around with a cheery smile, and seems to be in much higher spirits.
Blisa comes skipping down the street. She heard that there is a new stall in the marketplace, and she managed to convince Ferdinand to take her to see it. He catches up with her as they reach an alleyway, where they give some money to a beggar. They have yet to see the otter.
The otter looks around, not quite watching where he's going. As he walks through the sizable crowd, his shoulder catches on that of a somewhat burly stoat. Both stumble a few paces and Rorgan holds his paws up. "Sorry, my apologies sir..." With that, he turns and makes to continue walking.
Blisa and Ferdiannd move on, still searching for the new merchant's stall. They unwittingly move towards the stoat and otter as the said stoat-person whips around and glares at the otter, reaching out to grab him by the back of his clothes. "Oi! Ya bumped inta me! Watch where yer goin', planktail!"
Rorgan whirls around, breaking the stoat's grip on his armor with a swipe of his arm. He steps forward, and with a deft movement, he rams his shoulder into the stoat's chest, knocking the vermin back several paces. "And watch who yore grabbin', vermin." He says in a dangerously calm tone.
Ferdinand notices the fight starting up ahead, and does the best thing for a bodyguard in his position to do; he grabs Blisa's paw and ducks into a store, and they watch the fight from the front window. The stoat grunts roughly as he stumbles back, then roars as he brings a fist towards the otters' face. With his other paw, he yanks a hatchet out of his belt and swings it at his opponents side....although since it's the stoats' off paw, it's not a very good swing.
Rorgan steps back from the stoat's fist and ducks under the hatchet swing. With a flash, two of his identical daggers are in his paws in a reverse grip, held in front of him in a defensive move. "Now then, don't be startin' somethin' ye can't end."
The stoat roars cavernously and leaps forward, switching the hatchet to his dominant paw and drawing a knife in the other. He charges and slices and hacks over and over.
Rorgan leaps back with the stoat, unwilling to get too close. He seems to simply sway out of the reach of the stoat's attacks, and the ones he doesn't dodge, he redirects off the edge of either dagger.
This just makes the stoat even angrier, and he swipes his foot under the otter's legs, then feints a swipe at his opponents' lefts side, then brings the hatchet down hard at the otter's shoulder.
As the otter hits the ground, he raises a frantic dagger to block the feint, but in his shock is too slow to block the hatchet which sinks into his right shoulder right where his armor ends, eliciting a scream of pain.
The stoat roars with laughter at the scream, and kicks the otter's side cruelly. "What'cha gonna do now, planktail? You gonna cry?" He kicks again, twice, then takes a few steps back, grinning wickedly, waiting for the otter to rise.
Rorgan rolls onto his side with the kicks, groaning in pain. He slowly rises on his free paw, his injured shoulder causing his right arm to hang limply at his side. Standing, he holds his final dagger out in front of him, rage burning in his ice blue eyes.
Blisa gasps from the safety of the store as the stoat roars with laughter. "Aw, did I hurt the planktail's feelings? Well, that's just too bad, ain't it?" He charges and swipes, feints, and stabs, dodging to the otter's injured side.
Rorgan steps back from the swipe, but this time, he anticipates the feint, having paid for it the first time. Instead of trying to dodge, he steps in on the stoat's left side past the stab. With a yell, he stabs towards the stoat's ribs, using the vermin's own momentum to give him an opening.
The stoat's roar is cut by a cough as he gets stabbed in between two ribs, and he stumbles. Growling, he starts hacking at the otter's back.
Rorgan grunts in surprise as the stoat's stumble catches him off balance. The only thing that saves his life is the craftsmanship of his armor, which thankfully withstands the force of the hacking stoat's blows. With a growl of his own, he yanks the serrated blade from the stoat's ribs, reverses the grip, and plunges it with the last of his strength into the vermin's back.
The stoat coughs up blood as he falls over, being very almost dead now. With his last bit of strength, he stabs weakly at the otters foot, then falls flat on his face. Blisa rushes out of the store, and Ferdinand follows huffily, wishing she would've waited a few more minutes before rushing to help.
Rorgan, with a final roar of pain at the minor stab wound in his foot, he stumbles and crashes to the ground on his good shoulder, dropping his second dagger on the ground with his first one.
Blisa reaches the otter just as the stoat breaths his last. The kitten kneels down beside the woodlander. "Oh, your shoulder! You need to the infirmary!" Ferdinand kneels down beside the kitten, takes one look at the wound, and pulls otu a first-aid kit. "Need to thtop the bleeding firtht..." he murmurs, pulling out a clean cloth and stuffing it into the wound. "Where'th thnow when you need it..."
Rorgan grits his teeth to restrain a scream of pain, his face contorting with the cloth being stuffed into his wound.
Ferdinand binds the wounds on the otter's shoulder and foot tightly, then goes ot help the otter stand up. "Come on, you need to get to the infirm..." Blisa carefully picks up the daggers by their hilts and follows.
Rorgan stands slowly with the help of Ferdinand, too weakened by this point to speak. He simply pants heavily and leans on Ferdinand for support.
Ferdinand oofs slightly, glad he doesn't have to actually /carry/ the otter. He would hurt himself if he had to do that. They head over to the infirmary, and Blisa, still carrying the daggers, opens the door for them.
Rorgan stumbles into the infirmary, looking to be on the verge of collapsing. His eyes are half closed and Ferdinand is more reduced to dragging the otter more than supporting his walking.
Ferdinand grits his teeth, then smiles slightly as a big, burly fox healer comes and helps the ferret lug the otter to a cot, then the healer begins to looks his patient over, expertly sewing up the wounds, then packing them with herbs and wrapping them.
Rorgan barely makes a sound as his two wounds are sewn up. He merely struggles to remain conscious, his eyelids fluttering as he tries to keep them open.
Blisa tugs on Ferdinand's sleeve. "Did we do the right thing?" The ferret nods and hugs her close. "Yeth, we did." The kitten smiles and hugs him back as the fox healer finishes his work, then covers the otter with a blanket and gives him some medicated tea to kill the pain.
Rorgan barely has enough strength to do much of anything at this point and so is reduced to having the tea poured down his throat, where he can at least swallow.
Ferdinand and Blisa leave the otter to the fox healer, who keeps a close watch on his patient. Rorgan has nothing to worry about in /this/ healer's paws.
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