Hactor and the Six Lieutenants Conquer Redwall
Characters involved:
The Redwallers:
Flicktail, Champion of Redwall, a fox
Francis, an informant fox
Jo, an otter
Pedat, a squirrel
Byronn, a mouse
Treaglo, a squirrelmaid
Amethyst, an infirmary ratmaid
The squirrels, mice, otters, etc. of the Redwall Guard
The Vermin Horde:
Hactor, Foxlord of the V.E.I.M., Chief Commander of the Horde
Hactor's hawk
Kevarr, a marten Captain
The Six Lieutenants of Anba Hor, Commander of the Izmir Legions:
Zdith Qwol, Lieutenant Colonel of the 3rd Group
Anba Tar, Lieutenant of the 1st Clan
Anba Qwol, Lieutenant of the 2nd Clan
Qwufa Nzx, Lieutenant of the 3rd Clan
Targa Wfol, Lieutenant of the 4th Clan
Ceabol Kao, Lieutenant of the 5th Clan
Fitch, a polecat
Tungur, a rat
Thalion, a mouse
Apophis, a badger
Unspoken, a traitorous thing with a tail
(mysterious south wall-gate opener)
Just outside the abbey... days before the attack.
Guards stand watch atop the walls, as two foxes meet...
Francis stands in a tree just outside the abbey, a sudden arrow soaring into the gate and landing right at your paws, the note flapping in the wind, then a loud logalogalogalog screem echos across the the area as if some kind of message he wants repeated.
Flicktail walks out to meet Francis
Flicktail yodles a Logalog scream back over the wall.
Francis leaps down out of the trees, a bow across his back and a arrow sheath on his back, with a dager that shows off on his front, and a blade at his side both dagger and sword hidden from view by his cloak. He steps up to the main gates, nodding his head, "francis must speek, speek with champion, champion must speel with wise francis soon." he says standing at the entry gates.
Flicktail walks over, casually, cocking his head, his sword sheathed "ello ere fox....wotcha wont
Francis wonders up right into your face, blinking his eyes before he does a few circles around you, as if he is looking and checking you out, he stops and opens his jaw in a ohh, as he pokes your blade, "a champions blade indeed, a champion ye must be." he laughs a crazy laugh. "you and me must meet. The woods speak and tell no lie, your in danger this time."
Flicktail takes out a sweet Scone to offer it to Francis "well then lets talk.....ou will listen to ye...woudl ye loikes some drink?
Francis wiggles his nose and steps into the abbey taking the scone and gobbing it down quickly. "Ahh food is wise, no good meeting could take place without a eat." he bounces in, his blade clanging at his side as he moves into the abbey.
Flicktail stands before the gatehouse "we kin go outside if ye loikes but no weapons father then at Sir...if ye please
Francis turns to look at you with his seeminly crazy eyes, he suddenly spins with his tail out stiff tripping all the guards around him as he steps up the gatehouse, "Special weapons, special calls, these weapons are mine, I do not wish to disarm."
Francis blinks looking at you in the face with his head half tilted.
Flicktail follows him "Quite alroght ere me friend....we kin go out an talk..always glad o help are we
Francis blinks and leaps back, "Lies! The woods are dangrous they speak volumes, my weapons are special, not for your paws, you could not handle, my Martain blade." he ear folds still standing next to the gate house.
Flicktail says, "well now Wot be this all about....ye asked ta talk ta me....and if ye need some supplies just ask and we will give wot we kin"
Francis points outside to the woods, "danger out there, the woods speak loud and clear declaring danger for this warrior of great." he draws his sword and plants it into the ground taking hid dagger and throwing it into the door of the gate house, hanging his bow on the dagger in the door at the gatehouse, both look odd, a blade not seem to much.
Flicktail says, "aye oi been earin things.....we thank ye for e warning......werelookin for elp lad...."
Francis wiggles his ears and laughs out loud, "help I no need ye help I can help meself." he scampers off quickly into the great hall nearly knocking over a few beasts as he laughs loudly.
Francis goes into the Great Hall.
Francis comes from the entry.
Flicktail goes into the Great Hall.
Flicktail comes from the entry.
In the fringes of Mossflower Wood, surrounding the abbey...
Hactor's army and the six leaders of the armies of Izmir gather... they move into position and wait.
Zdith_Qwol marches up through the woods - it's the dead of night, and the sounds of the crickets and other insects chirping deadens the sound of footpaws marching. /Many/ footpaws. Hactor's army consists of several legions of stoats, martens, weasels, and ferrets, a few foxes here and there, most of them females, and a big badger. Anba Hor's army from Izmir consists of the legions of foxes commanded by six lieutenants, with him now. They are spread out, surrounding the abbey on two sides and a third arm ready to creep along the southern wall to attack and enter that gate. The colonel, meanwhile, Zdith_Qwol, leads his men to the spot where they will enter the eastern wallgate, smack in the center.
Fitch, bungling along in queue, has his chest puffed out and chin held high. A fierce spear is clenched tightly in his hands, just waiting for a morsel of innocent mouse flesh.
In the darkness, a certain older marten's grey cloak proves to be quite helpful in blending into the background...unfortunately, it's not helpful in keeping other beasts from trodding into her, and a few times she's had to shoulder a few of them to give her enough room to walk. She's been silent, however, dark eyes peering out from under her raised hood.
Ceabol_Kao guides his legion of reptile worshipping foxes to the woods along the north wall, meanwhile. He doesn't say a word, just holds his paw up in the front rank and motions for them all to wait. All of the lieutenants, along the wall, are waiting for the signal from a certain beast. They all look up now, waiting for a sign from the one chosen to be the traitor to the abbey. A single torch waved back and forth three times will be the signal...
Fitch casts a short glance from side to side, which causes him to fall somewhat out of rank. He is quickly shoved along by the dedicated throng that surrounds him. The polecat stumbles a few paces, but luckily recovers, lest he be trampled by countless marauding boots.
Anba_Tar, the lieutenant of his group of scimitar-waving cutthroats from the far east, is holding up his scimitar in similar fashion, waiting for the signal to creep out of the woods and on the edge of the southern wall. It's /his/ job for him and his forces to stay hidden and as tightly against the wall as possible, and this force is the most silent of all of Hactor's warriors. They wait patiently, an example for the rest of the vermin hoarde!
Kevarr's eyes dart from side to side once they reach the wall, taking in the vermin, and the wall itself, and finally the point at which the lieutenant nearest her is watching for a signal. She looks there too, eyes narrowing.
Fitch is now in the vicinity of Kevarr. It would seem the ranking foxes decided to pool a majority of the mustelids in a single faction. He catches her sideways glance, meeting it with a confidently toothy smile. "S'going ta' be a real bloodbath, sweets!" he says, before following her gaze to the appointed signal location.
Kevarr nods to what he says, but she brings a finger to her lips, her eyes not leaving the spot where she's looking.
The lieutenant with the fanciest attire, the tooth-armored fox Targa Wfol, forms the back of the army entering the east gate. He is deep in the woods, chuckling and goading his men to yell their fiercest... why not?? They're at the back, deep in the woods... and he's excited. He gets his men excited, and cries out to them, "Haloololololololoooooo!!! Wfhcaaaaaaa!!!!!"
Fitch bites his lip, brows furrowing in mild embarrassment. As the deep-woods howling begins, the expression fades. Rounded ears flicker and a shudder shakes his rangy frame. Canine whoops always gave him the chills--those dogs and their barking! "Rrgf," he grunts.
Apophis, meanwhile, is keeping an eye on Hactor, and grips his club... an angry expression on his face. He's ticked off, and it should be apparent to any and all who were in witness of prior events as to why. He just waits, but he does look /very/ angry. Big angry badger, about to kill abbeybeasts and take some vermin with them if he can slip it in...
Anba_Qwol is at the back of the northern contigent, meanwhile. He's getting the creeps from the reptilian gang, too. He sneers at one that looks behind him at the lieutenant. "What are you looking at, you foul, uncivilized beast? I can't believe I'm fighting in the same army as you. Lucky I owe Anba Hor one..."
Kevarr eases away from Fitch as beasts adjust their positions, slipping in between two rats and a rather tall weasel.
Fitch readjusts his grip on the spear, fidgeting impatiently. Waiting has never been a strong point of his, and this is rather apparent now, as the filthy polecat rocks from foot to foot. "Rrg--let's get on wi' it, aye?" he chirps at nobody specific. "They gotta' already know we're 'ere by now. Kin' see for miles from the tops o' those walls!"
Tungur has arrived.
Tungur was standing in the middle of the crowed, looking rather bored. In fact, he looked like he was starting to fall asleep. Waiting is no fun. Its the fighting and the plundering that's the fun part. The rat is spinning a dagger in his paw as he mutters quietly to himself, leaning lightly against the wall.
Fitch notices the rat and his twirling blade. "Noice!" He swishes his spear in the air a few times, as if to illustrate his own battle prowess. "Imma' stick two or three o' 'em at once with this thing!" The polecat is beaming, pumped.
The fox that looks like Anba Hor in a wolf-skull, meanwhile, is part of the contingent to follow the silent and sleek force leading the south attack. By the time /his/ force gets out of the woods and enters the south gate, though, the foxes from the other sides will have already initiated the attack. So he's not worried about barging across the meadow...
Tungur's eyes shift to the feline, just frowning. "Leave some for me mate..." he grins. "I've got their names on me dagger." he nods with a smirk, tossing it up, and catching it by the blade, setting it in his belt.
Fitch flashes a wide grin. "There'll be plenty fer' all!" he reassures Tungur, twisting the spear in his palms. "Your dagger ain't got 'nuff space fer' all the names you're gonna' wanna' put on it!"
Tungur laughs quietly and grins, patting his sword to his side. "When I run out of room, I got me sword wit' me." he nods as he looks up the wall and hums. "Why can't we just climb it?" he asks with a tilt of his head.
Kevarr continues slipping deeper into the vermin ranks. She's not pushing so much now, more simply sliding into any space that opens up, fairly unseen in dark clothing and with silent movement.
Fitch nods to the sword, grinning again. "Ah--good show, mate!" he beams, then, likewise, looks upward at the wall. A bit of commotion is beginning to echo through the night. The cry of a bird; distant shouts and a few metallic clanks. "Don' think we 'avta. Word is we gots somebody onna' inside, gonna' let us storm righ' in. No need to exhaust ourselfs' scalin' ramparts, aye?"
Hactor stands behind the army at the moment. He is on it's fringes discussing something with a bird of prey. Only snippets can be heard of what he's saying. When he is done the Hawk gives him a slight nod, then flies off towards the Abbey. Hactor then moves towards the front of the Army.
Meanwhile, inside the abbey...
Redwall is quiet. Flicktail and a band of Redwallers take a tip that a small band of vermin has taken woodlanders captive into Mossflower... their plan, initially anyway, is to rescue them.
Flicktail comes from the entry.
Flicktail nods to Jo
Unspoken rushes out into the night, carrying the unlit torch and a few tools to light it in his tail. He holds his hood up with a sleeve while he makes haste, towards the east walltop...
Flicktail is outside the gates...moving along looking for the poor beasts taken by the vermin..his sword out as he moves
Off in the distance, a /very/ faint warcry is heard... almost not intelligible... Sounds like somebody having fun in the woods... or is it a hundred somebodies? Anyway, it sounds like they're far outside the abbey. In fact, they're just at the /back/ of a huge army...
Pedat shoved open the door of his gatehouse, glancing around quickly, slipping on the buckler to his arm. "Wha' be goin' on?" He questioned, voice still slightly thick with sleep as he stepped out and shut the door behind him, moving over to Flick, a paw on his knife hilt
Flicktail moves along quietly his sword out trying to look into the darkness of the woods in the early hours of the morning
Suddenly, there's a scream from the west wallgate!! One of the guards is being picked up by a hawk!! It's been circling and not causing trouble until now... /now/ though, the large bird of prey swoops down and starts attacking the mice and otters there!
Jo stops abruptly and looks up at the hawk, "O' Goodness..." He keeps himself from looking stricken
Archers respond, they are redwallers not stupid and many would be fireing at the hawk, cross bows and bows flying with arrows at the Hawk's vunerable underside
Pedat jawdropped. "Flick! INCOMING!!" He roared at the top of his voice; the bass roar reverberating off the walls as he darted back into gatehouse, returning with a heavy crossbow and a smaller, weaker, regular bow which he tossed to the nearest beast before he stooped to load his own crossbow, keeping one blue eye on the Hawk
Jo draws out his blade and brings his shield infront of him, protecting his chest.
The hawk swoops below the walltop, hovering low and using the crenelations just the same as the archers would for protection! Every time they try to fire, the hawk swoops down behind the wall, and when the firing slows, it surprises the guards on the other side!
Flicktail has not been attacked yet so there is not much he can do..outside the walls in the forrest looking for the captured Mossflower beasts
As Treaglo opens the door with haste with Byronn following, she suddenly ducks out of instinct when she sees the hawk overhead. "Oh my goodness!" She calls in panic to Byronn.
Unspoken, meanwhile, is creeping along the inside of the east wall... near orchards and vineyards... keeping well out of sight of guards. He hears the commotion far to the west along the abbey campus, but knows that there are still a contingent of beasts on the walltop above him. He knows that seldom there are guards at the gates on the inside, unless there is reason to be unusually careful about that kind of treachery. Naturally, the guards are looking at the forest, and some even down below... but the squirrel is already well outside of their range of vision. He careful unlocks the east gate... and scurries northward.
Pedat glanced up, bringing the weapon to his shoulder, hanging his aim for a second, then letting fly with a bolt that whistled harmlessly past the Hawk, then he glanced over as he seen the young squirrel step out into the open; and therefore into danger. "Trea, get to cover!" He yelled, glancing from Flick to Treaglo; torn of which to go to, but finally heading towards the maiden; covering her with his buckler
Byronn ducks a little and runs up beside flicktail. "w-whats going on?" he scans the skies and picks up a rock ready to hurl it if needs be.
The gatehouse door opens, and Thalion emerges, a bow in one paw, and a quiver of arrows on his back. At his side is a worn shortsword, because hey, everyone's toting these days. He strolls out onto the major pathway between the Abbey and the gates, heading towards the panicked cry of Treaglo. "Don't worry," he informs Pedat. "/I/ shall deal with this... thing. Rabble. That's it."
Jo starts running toward the wall steps keeps a keen eye on the hawk
The hawk, meanwhile is being shot at and screeches as one and then two arrows dig deep into its leg, and a third into its wing! One of the guards that has shot it gets picked up in its claws however, and thrown down from the wall onto the dirt road. He's dead as a doornail now. But then a fourth arrow finds its target in the side of the hawk's leg. It hides behind the wall again...
Jo mounts the steps, though seeing the hawk fly off he pulls up abruptly
Flicktail says, "looks loikes vermin" he says simply searching for attackers"
The squirrel unlocks the north wall gate, creeping along... he huffs and puffs... good thing he's a good runner! He relies on the /second/... that's right /second/ treacherous fellow to be done at the south wallgate, and waits for him to climb the southern stairs to show the torch there and give the crew leading that attack a head start... The squirrel waits. And waits.
Flicktail repeats himself "looks loikes vermin" he says simply searching for attackers"
Treaglo's eyes are frantic as she eyes the hawk's descent. She glances from Pedat to Thalion, then calls to no one in particular, "Please, I need a bow and arrow...!" Though she's scared, she's not a coward.
Byronn byronn turns his head when he sees the guard's lifeless body he remembers something and rushes back into the abbey.
Byronn goes into the Great Hall.
Byronn comes from the entry.
Jo runs back down the wall steps and towards the gate house, "Ill try to get ye' some treaglo!" He shouts, just making it at the door
Pedat glanced towards Thalion as he ran, lifting a lip faintly in a snarl at the words spoken to him. As if Pedat was fully incompetent, right....He pulled up behind Trea, loading another quarrel into the crossbow as he nodded at Flicktail. "Aye, Ah agree! Ah'm bettin' this hawk is only ah distraction!" He added, looking around again for another chance of a target. He glanced over at Trea and nodded, quickly pulling a bow, albiet weak, from his shoulder and offering it to her silently.
Somebody's waving a torch on the south walltop!!! Guards are grabbing the small beast, and throwing the torch down, still unaware of who might be looking on... but it's certainly an indication that things are not what they seem at the west wall.
Jo comes back out of the gatehouse with light armour and a shortbow for treaglo
Thalion, unworried by the competuous look handed him by Pedat, turns his attention towards the wall, and, subsequently, the hawk. The mouse takes off for the wall-stairs at a run, the quiver bouncing awkwardly on his back as he mounts the steps, taking them too at a time. He arrives at the top, casting about for the hawk's whereabouts.
Pedat's keen eyes noted the commotion on the South wall immediately and he shot off at a run, just a few paces behind Thalion, calling, "Cover me!" To anyone who had a bow and was within his hearing range as he clung awkwardly to his own weapon, trying to see better what was going on to the south as his footpaws beat the stones...
Back outside, in the ranks of the vermin horde.
Suddenly, from the south walltop, a signal!!! It's a small creature, who knows what... but its waving the torch. Three times! Anba_Tar signals to his men in turn, and they file out, in single file, out of the woods and along the southern wall. They are virtually /part/ of the wall, they are so skilled and silent.
As the older marten slides past, she reaches out in a gesture well hidden by that cloak of hers, and twists her claws into a vicious pinch of the skin at one weasel's side. She's already vanished into the ranks by the time he lets out a sudden, piercing squeal.
Tungur smirks a little bit and nods, the rat watching the motion for few moments as he nods again. "Yep." he replies with a little bit of a hum, thinking for a few moment. "Maybe I'll have energy left over to murder a few more of the beasts, huh?" he grins evilly. Almost like he's nuts. But he's not nuts. Is he?
Fitch nods slowly, lifting a brow. "Aye!" He shifts a bit and squints into the darkness, eagerly awaiting their group's turn to flood inside the walls. "Pff .. iffn' we don' die of boredom first," he grunts.
The north army is signalled!! A squirrel with the torch in its tail waves the thing three times, and Ceabol Kao growls and waves his spear high in the air!! They attack!!! But something's wrong... there's no signal on the east wall! It will take time for the eastern part of the army to know that the north is attacking... the news spreads as beasts see others to their right running for the wall! But then, disaster! They're all running for the north gate, away from the eastern crew!
Back inside the abbey...
Unspoken knows that's the signal! The tail and the squirrel run up the north wallgate stairs and wave their torch! Unlike the other beast from the south wallgate, though, he's nimble and leaps over and through most of the guards on his way to the east walltop! He's grabbed just short of it, though!! No!!!! They wrestle him to the ground!
Treaglo takes the the bow and armor wih a thankful with a thankful nod to both beasts, slipping under the cover of a tree as she puts the armor on quickly. She sees Pedat go off and looks to Jo nervously. "Er, should we cover him...?"
Byronn runs back outside with a small sword wrapped in a cloth. he still scans the skies and after seeing pedat rush off he looks around, alook of worry and confusion on his face
Still not seeing the hawk, Thalion hops up on the crenel, peering over the edge. Where'd it go?
Flicktail doesn't have much to do...there are SOUNDS...he has no bow....were not that close to the abbey.....he's looking for actual VERMIN
Flicktail is in the entry way with his party who was going to seek the poor beasts captured by the vermin..Martin's sword in hand he holdsit close, panting heavily as he moves in search of vermin, trying to help
Byronn removes the towel from his sword and rolls it around in his paws. he'd had this guy stashed under the floorboards beneath his bed for months he was happy to let it see some light.
The hoard arrives!!!! The two contingents that entered the north and south wallgates come first, the smaller being the south... but then a massive second round come in the east and south wallgates, to back them up!! There is loud shouting as the guards on the walltops fire down but pick at leaves in a storm! They come from all directions! Reptilian-looking foxes from the north side of the abbey and around Great Hall, a fox riding a horse coming from the east!! And evil scimitar-wielding foxes from the south! Hactor's army of stoats, weasels, foxes, and ferrets battle through and between the other fox hoards!
Flicktail moves up and his sword flashes, wounding a vermin as he is jumpped by 3 behind....andis forced to dive and roll ending up almost at Apophis's foot paws
A huge badger arrives near the back of the hoard, but is clearly visible over them. He /towers/ over them. And he's the only one. o.O
The badger looks down at the fox. "Luck-y... look who I caught..." He slams down his club towards the fox!!!
Fitch dives headlong into the fray; spear drawing, swinging and jabbing at anything that moves with reach!
A certain marten is among them, though she has her hood up, and she's intentionally keeping a low profile in the midst of all these bodies. As arrows fall on the vermin, one seems to fall without actually being hit, though he's just as dead.
Thalion's eyes widen as a ridiculous amount of vermin just like. Appear. The mouse nocks an arrow, pulls back, and releases, issueing a scream from an unfortunate fox. "Well, this is easier than I thought..."
Jo slashes to the side along the front of a weasel, cutting his stomach, then nails another right in the head with the pommel of his sword
Tungur appears randomly too, just walking in calmly as he takes out his sword, and his dagger, deciding to attack with two weapons. After all, the more weapons, means more kills, right? So he just goes to cut down whomever gets in his way.
Targa_Wfol is behind the badger - his gang are by far the loudest... They scream at the woodlanders as they slay them, when they get to them... there isn't a whole lot for them to kill yet!! They're still surrounded by their own kind! He raises his huge, double-edged tribal spear into the night, the teeth on his armor rattling, and his men do the same! War!!!!
Treaglo is so confused, but as the vermin come in she runs in panic towards Thalion, the only one she sees, and begins letting her arrows loose without even looking. She whimpers, but doesn't run.
Fitch has yet to actually hit anything. He has come terribly close a few times, but the polecat looks to have more heart than skill when it comes to warfare; the fellow is giving it his all, but failing miserably at every corner.
"Treaglo! Here!" Jo tosses a dagger to the squirrel for a just in case kinda thing
Byronn brings his sword across a stoats face and jumps onto its shoulders launching himself at another falling ontop of it and grins with pride as she stands up and parrys a blow to his knees.
Flicktail is fast and twists away from the club, swining his sword at the Badger's club arm, it would not cut the arm off but is so fast a good slice could be given , Flicking hoping that club has enough weight to slow the badger down some
Anba_Qwol, meanwhile, takes his force up the steps of the north wallgate as soon as they enter there! Some of his force is scattered and falls off of the wallsteps before reaching the top, while others are hit by arrows and fall backward. Their brethren trample them and still force themselves onto the walltop! Finally, success!
Thalion is kind of surprised to see Treaglo out here, but he doesn't say anything, sighting down his arrow at a particularly loud, spear-waving fox. He's covered in teeth or something.
Pedat stopped, stared at the forces....Then brought the crossbow up, fired blindly into the vermin, then chucked it at them and took a running leap at a tree growing inside the grounds; swinging down through it easy as only a squirrel could, then hurled himself from the last limb, drawing a long dagger as he fell, eyes locking onto the screaming Targa_Wfol......That one was /his/ and he took off at a low run towards the beast; dodging other creatures in his way, a snarl on his face.
Fitch accidentally stumbles in front of the otter-thrown dagger! It bounces off his shoulder, leaving a small wound. "Owwaaiiee!" he howls, gripping the cut.
Tungur cuts down some random mouse as he looks up to Fitch. "Not very good at this, are ya mate?" he asks with a laugh as he moves over to give the polecat some cover.
Jo nails the polecat in the jaw with a clenched fist and scoops up the dagger tossing it again towards treaglo
Anba_Tar meanwhile, takes /his/ group up the south wallsteps! Similar tactics, only they're less polite to each other! They push and push and less of them go down against the arrows, being protected by huge shields! They ram their way up to the top and surround the poor wall guards on the east, along with Anba Qwol's force trapping them from the north!!
Fitch hops from foot to foot, wailing, "Ow ow--ee! It stings!" Then he recovers, narrowing his eyes .. but just in time to absorb the impact of Jo's punch. That one knocks him straight stupid. The polecat stumbles, staggers, blinded by stars and tweeting birds.
Byronn wipes sweat off his brow as he duels with a rat. Their swords locked together. Byronn grins and whipes out a dagger with his free hand and plunges it into the rats belly.
Tungur laughs a little bit as Fitch goes down, the rat shaking his head as he aims a hard swing with his sword at Jo, followed by a swing with his other arm that holds his dagger.
Kevarr slides through more than breaks through the front ranks of vermin. Her sword is drawn, but seemingly unbloodied. The other arm has two blades attached to it, looking unpleasantly sharp. She bares her teeth and abruptly lunges into the woodlanders, shoulder-checking and kicking them out of the way with all the savageness of her compatriots--though she doesn't actually use her blades.
Treaglo starts shaking, but sees the dagger as it hits a beast and is thrown at her again. She stares at it as it lands in the ground, but snatches it and accidentally slices up at a stoat's face. She stares dumbly again, but instinctively runs him through just in case. She backs off for a moment, dropping the bow.
Apophis takes a hit from Flicktail, yelling in pain! "I will rip that sword from your paws, you scum!!! Your kind are filth, no matter who or what you fight for!!!" He switches clubpaws and swings laterally at the fox, hoping to make contact with the sword and knock it out of the fox's paws with sheer force!!!
Jo spins around, blocking the sword with his shield and ending behind the vermin, kicking him in the netherregions
Tungur ergs a bit and jumps backward, narrowly missing that kick. Instead, he takes it to the stomach, making him fall over. And after a moment, he jumps back to his feet. "I think I'm a bit rusty meself, eh cat!?" he just goes on talking to Fitch like he can be understood.
Byronn is cornered by two menacing stoats. They grin and swing at him together. byronn, being the agile mouse that he is, dives underneath their arms and delivers a blow to their necks.
Fitch is down for the count for several delirious minutes. It isn't until he is stomped upon by unwitting battlers that the polecat is revived, shrieking and scrambling to his feet again. He glances around, sees Tungur talking, but fails to decipher his words. "Oh--AYE!" he shouts anyway, meanwhile searching for his spear, which is nowhere in sight.
Flicktail's sword hand is too fast, but in protecting the sword, the club grazes the floxe's opposite shoulder, causing his left arm to go limp as he yelps. thrusting suddenly back atthe badger trying to put the blade into the badger's footpaw with a quick thrust and retrieve
Unspoken, meanwhile, is freed by Anba Qwol himself, and the tail thanks him. But something's wrong... the fox looks like he's going to... kill him! The fox swings his sword, but the tail and its squirrel attachment jump off the walltop! The distance going down is surely noticeable even in the midst of the battle... few others at this point are falling from the walltops! It screams as it goes down, the treacherous beast surely going to its death?
The leaders of the enemy horde are pretty distinctive; Thalion carefully aims another arrow at Anba-teethwearer, letting it fly.
Jo runs to treaglo's side and runs defence so she can get a decent shot, "How ye' doin' gel?" He says to her quickly while bashing a stoats face with a kick
Pedat suddenly felt that he was alone facing the charge from this direction....Ho boy. A running fox with an upraised sword was slammed with the flat of Pedat's shield, then run through with the dagger when he spun around, picking another beast up over his shoulder; simply using the rat's momentum connecting with his shield to throw him over his shoulder, bringing his buckler down barely in time to deflect a spear thrust; sparks flying as metal scraped metal and Pedat kicked the shaft out of the way, then kicked again; shattering ribs, slamming the shield down over the bent head of the unlucky creature.
Thalion's arrow grazes the leader's headdress, and he turns around, a rage in his eyes strong enough to level most small beasts. He comes at Thalion head on with his spear! He spins it around and around until it's a whirl! The whole thing is a blade, and it's about as tall as him!! The teeth on his armor rattle like a snake's tail as he spins it!
Kevarr continues roughly shouldering defenders out of her way. One she kicks in the face before breaking into a full out dash toward Flicktail and Apophis.
Tungur stabs one squirrel or something that looks like a squirrel in the chest and then hurls his dagger behind him, thumping some other beast in the back. "Hm. There goes mister stabby..." he shrugs a bit. He named his dagger. Yeah. He's nuts.
Byronn cries out as he is punched then lifted up by a stoat. the stoat brings his dagger to byronn's face and prepares to thrust it into the mouse.
Apophis growls at Flicktail, managing to pull his feet away /just/ barely. The badger grabs for the fox's swordpaw, and swings at his head with the other, "You and I... are not so unalike, though! We both seem to be fighting for the wrong side. Hahahahahaha!!!!! I'll steal Anba Hor's prize Champion from him yet!!"
Fitch is socked again by another Abbey warrior, which sends him sprawling at Byronn. Not at attack, just a fall--but a hard fall!
Treaglo sees Byronn from the corner of her eye, and not knowing what else to do, throws her dagger at one of the stoats, catching him in his weapon-wielding paw. She yells to Jo shakily. "Er, uh, I don't know..." She runs over to retrieve her weapon swiftly.
Jo takes a small stab to his right thigh, "Ye' gonna get it!" He shouts at the weasel, He blocks an incoming thrust then clenches his eyes a little as his blade meets throat
Flicktail again is too fast, heis a fox after all...and with the badger focused on the sword...like so many others, it leaves the fox an advantage...his foot paw comming around to kick atthe back of the badger's knee...as the sword is pulled back times do the badger grabs the blade and the sharp edges can cut the paw as Flicktail pulls
Byronn has the wind knocked out of him as the stoat falls dead and lands on his stomach. He rolls over and grabs his sword before picking himself up.
Kevarr lowers her head and attempts to bull straight into Flicktail's side, with force enough to knock them both over.
Tungur watches Fitch go by, shaking his head. "Young people." he mutters to himself as he goes to follow Fitch, deciding to take a swing at Byronn as he gets up, the rat giving Fitch a kick as he swings his sword. "Get up you..."
Anba_Tar cuts through woodlanders left and right, his force at the very fore of the battle... they are ruthless, accurate marauders with heavy, deadly looking curved scimitars! One of his force slices through through both legs of a hare!! The beast falls on stubs, as it's beheaded with one clean stroke, barely slowing the blade.
Byronn shouts and dives under tungur's blade, hurling a rock at his face.
Pedat is breathing heavily, the spear having cut open his chest and now blood streamed down his chest as he thrust his dagger into the sheath, snatching up a cutless, looking around, then launching himself right at Anba_Tar, a warcry bursting from his chest as he seen the hare fall brutally.
Fitch is caked with dust and dizzy, but manages to scramble to his feet. On the ground, he managed to grab some poor soul's lost sword, which he smiles at, inspecting briefly before bobbing a thankful nod to Tungur. "Right right, pally!" the polecat chimes, before rushing back into the fray.
For some reason, Thalion seems unafraid and in a strange possession of his senses. The mouse hops smartly to the next crenel in line, fumbling an arrow from its quiver as he goes. He jumps again, notching the arrow. After the third leap, he turns with the bow, pulling the string back and letting fly at the angry, rattling fox-thing.
Jo slices down another vermin, and sees pedat stabbed, He starts to take off towards the wall steps slicing left and right, barging vermin out of the way
Tungur watches the rock hurtle towards him. He just turns and jumps so it hits him in the back. The rat grunts and growls a little as he grabs a random sword from the ground as well, feeling more comfortable with two swords...so then he takes another swing at Bryonn followed by a quick thrust with his other sword, which is half broken apparently.
Apophis's paws are sliced up good by the blade, and he finally lets go... he suddenly feels the fox's kick at the back of his knee and goes down on it. Desperate, the badger goes to try and lift the fox clean over his head to try and throw him!
Byronn byronn desperately parrys the one blade but his shoulder is stabbed by the other.
(As Treaglo runs over near Byronn to get her dagger, she scoops down and pulls it from the stoat's paw but turns wide-eyed at the battle next to her and throws her dagger again in panic...it lands right next to Tungurs footpaw. She tries to run away unnoticed to get her bow back.)
Targa_Wfol's spinning spear cuts down the first arrow, but the second goes through!!! The leader stops spinning and holds his neck! The arrow is sticking out of the side of it! He rips it out in a show of brute strength, but at the same time faints back into his men, several of whom push him back into the protection of their ranks. More of them go down under the arrows from the guards and from Thalion... but is it enough? There are throngs of them....
Tungur grins as the second sword stabs through. He'll make sure to reforge his new blade later on. He goes to kick the mouse off and take one more stabbing motion before he realize there's a dagger...and he sees the one who threw it running off. "Oh no you don't." he drops one of the swords, and picks it up, hurling it at Treaglo.
Flicktail grunts as he get's caught and thrown slamming into a tree as his body twists, yelping in pain as his back hit crosswaysto a thick limb, he drops down panting still holding the legendary blade "RedWALLLL!!!!!!!!" he calls cutting down 2 rats that had hopped to hump him "We must retreat into the woods! Those who can...follow me..we'll be BACK!
Jo runs by infront of the dagger on purpose, taking it to the shield, "Ye' came too far from home!" He shouts at tungur as he swings towards him
Thalion doesn't even realize his arrow has hit home, just that the fox he was aiming for is gone now. He's still hopping on the crenels, trying to stay in front of the horde as he turns, shoots, runs.
Kevarr misses at her lunge, but she recovers, shoving at the ground and staggering back to her footpaws. She grits her teeth, but she again lunges at Flicktail, this time swinging her sword overhead at him.
Qwufa_Nzx is a highlight of the battle as well... he fights his way in towards Treaglo, spinning his deadly dreadlocks with sharp metal shards in them! They tear across his back every once in a while, the bare, scarred back... but he takes down his share of woodlanders. Whipping them in the face! "You!!!! Squirrel maiiiiiaden! I a cutta you down with m'whippy hai'uh!! Whipp ye inte shreds, I will, squirrel!!! HAhahaha!!!"
Fitch, meanwhile, is sort of edging his way closer to the Abbey; blocking more blows than he's even attempting to give out. The fellow is clearly dazed, confused, seeking refuge--albeit there is little hope of finding any at the moment.
Byronn byronn winces and sprints to treaglo and tackles her out of the way, hearing a sick thud as the blade hits something.
Tungur grins and ducks out of the way of the swing, grabbing his second sword. "And yer too far from my blade." he laughs a little bit as he takes a swing with one, following through with the other, aiming right for the shield. He goes to hit it as hard as he can, over, and over, trying to keep Jo on the defensive.
Jo starts blocking the blows as they rain down, "Good thing, mine isnt!" He hops back and runs towards tungur, stabbing his sword into the ground and vaulting over the vermin aiming a blow with his elbow towards the vermins head
Pedat was tackled by a weasel in mid-air; the force of the large beast hitting him knocking him flying from his target. He rolled to his feet, staggering slightly, then seen Tungur attacking Jo strong....The Cutlass came up as the squirrel warrior darted in behind the vermin, slashing out....right for Tungur's back
"Oi!" Jo shouts and leans far back from the sword stroke
Treaglo yelps as Byronn throws her to the ground and looks down to her footpaw. "I'm, I...!" Tears come to her eyes, but she stands up with a limp with her bow in paw. She notices one wild vermin hurtling towards her and drops down into a bush. "...Look!!" She yells to Byronn in hysteria.
Ceabol_Kao uses his katana to battle his way to Pedat. "Ahhh!! The black fox a told me about youuuuuuuu... you's mine!! He cuts down a weasel and a stoat in his rage to get to the squirrel. "I kill you finally, what the Anba Hor couldn't do!! He sends his greetings to you!"
Tungur hums a little bit and blinks, looking both ways as he's charged on two sides. Well. He does something stupid. He stands there. And at the last possible second, he dives out of the way, hoping the two will run each other through. On his way down though, Pedat's blade strikes his back, leaving a nice red line across. "Yarg..." he growls as he squirms on the ground a little, dropping the broken sword as he slowly gets up again, careful incase anyone should attack him again.
Flicktail continues to battle..his left arm looks dislocated..but he keeps them at bay as he backs towards the woods "Redwallers them that can TO ME!
Flicktail is looking to retreat..for now
Byronn byronn gasps and spins around to face the fast approaching vermin. He readies for a jump and dives sword first into the vermin's chest.
Zdith_Qwol yells, from the front, "They're pulling back!!! At them with everything you've got!!!!!!!!!! VEEEEERRRRRMIIIIN!!!!!"
Jo grins at pedat, wiping away a few tears but holds up still, "Thanks pedat." He motions for the squirrel to follow him towards treaglo to help her get out
Kevarr pants. She sheaths her sword, snatches up a small, thin throwing knife with a seemingly thick handle, and hurls it at Flicktail.
Pedat was a squirrel, naturally agile and fast....And that was all that saved him. He spun, throwing a hard kick towards the face of Tungur as he raised his shiled to cover himself from Ceabol_Kao while his Cutlass goes back for a thrust; too much noise surrounding him for him to hear Flicktail; a bloodlust burning the warrior squirrel's eyes as he braced his body for the impact of what was sure to come. "C'mon!" He roared to his enemy, stabbing to a thigh, following it up by a high kick
Fitch lazily jabs at the air with his sword. "OI! AYE! VERMINS!" he echoes, wincing and blinking hard. His vision is blurred by head trauma and sweat, perhaps a bit of blood. The creature is staggering, attempting a retreat of his own, except .. into the sanctuary of the soon-to-be vermin occupied Abbey.
Tungur growls and stands up properly. He does something even more stupid. He spins his sword so that he's holding it by the blade before he hurls the sword as hard as he can right at Jo's back when he's not looking. And as soon as his sword is gone, he grabs another sword from the ground. This one is a nice sword.
Jo throws himself down and hurls his own sword toward tungur, "Ye' are too far from 'ome!" He repeats again
Treaglo sees Byronn dive and stands up again...she picks up her bow and aims steadily...finally, right before she looses, she realizes she might hit Byronn and lets the arrow fly a little too high.
Apophis meanwhile, glad to be rid of the fox that fought like a badger, knocks away woodlanders with his bare paws in his frustration! Some go flying, and some of them score hits, but he picks up his club and really starts shattering skulls!
Ceabol_Kao gladly takes the squirrel's challenge... he stabs /through/ towards the shield, to get at the squirrel's unprotected body! His sword is narrow and agile and easily sharp and strong enough to pierce the shield head on!
Tungur blinks as he sees the sword flying at him. And as quickly as he can, he smashes this new sword against it, shattering both blades. Shards of steel embed themselves into his shoulder as he grunts and falls over again. The rat growls as he holds his shoulder, the thing not moving now as he doesn't want to get too badly hurt. "I'll make you regret that..." that sword was nice! He looks about for another sword and finds something better. He finds a mace one of the other vermin had dropped and he picks up the spiked object with a grin. Then he cracks some random otter over the head with it, killing him. "Nice." he nods.
Byronn lowers his head as an arrow flies by. he removes his sword from the vermin's chest and swiftly brings it across it's throat
Jo scrambles to his feet and blinks in surprise, "Me dad made that for me!" He shouts out of disbelief at tungur and rushes toards him, shield held high over his head, ready to bash him
Pedat gave a little cry of anger as the sword pierced his shield. Dropping his sword, he grabs the buckler in both hands and....Snaps it; breaking the blade of the sword that had been thrust through it. The warrior bared his teeth savagely at the fox, making the, "bring it" sign with his paws before casting the bucker aside and drawing both of his daggers, darting in with a flurry of steel.
Kevarr turns as Flicktail vanishes and draws her sword again, eyes narrowing as she takes in what's happening.
Apophis goes into the Great Hall.
Ceabol_Kao goes into the Great Hall.
Targa_Wfol is carried into the Great Hall.
Fitch follows in the wake of the badger. Finally! A path inside.
Fitch goes into the Great Hall.
Tungur turns around in time to see Jo charge. And that's when he panics. He grabs a passing mouse and lets Jo run right into him. That kills the mouse pretty much instantly and knocks the rat right over. "A little help would be nice." he mutters to himself as he tries to kick Jo's feet from out from under him as he gets up, not feeling pain in his shoulder anymore...he then grabs a nice, BIG sword and runs inside, hoping to get some surprise on the otter.
Tungur goes into the Great Hall.
Pedat goes into the Great Hall.
Up on the walltop, Thalion notices a fair amount of the vermin charging for the Great Hall. Well, that's out. He reaches for another arrow, realizing that his quiver is getting low, and hops for another crenel simultaneously.
Amethyst goes into the Great Hall.
Byronn cuts another stoat down and rushes to treaglo's side. "are you alright?"
Zdith_Qwol meanwhile, lets some of the vermin army go inside and makes sure the outside is taken! "We are advancing! Push them back outside of their abbey!! Let the others crush any resistance inside!!" He sets his sights on Byronn... "Mouse!! Come here so I can cut you down!!!"
"Bad idea!" Thalion calls to Byronn. You know. Just making sure.
Jo picks up both halves of his sword and slides them into his scabbard, "Dad I will get it reforged."
Kevarr moves more slowly, stepping carefully over and around bodies. Her dark eyes flick over the entry-way, over the other vermin entering Great Hall, over Zdith_Qwol, and the few defenders still standing. She flicks her sword to the side and stalks that way.
Treaglo picks dashes up a tree painfully as she notices the vermin moving inside the Abbey. "I, I'm hurt in the right paw. But it's ok for now." There's still tears in her eyes, she's not really used to this. "I'm going to pick some off from up here as they head inside!" She yells back down, moving higher up.
Jo picks up both halves of his sword and slides them into his scabbard, "Dad I will get it reforged." He looks towards flick then follows, bashing as he goes with his shield, he puts the metal shield on his helm down over his face and continues on
Byronn spits some blood out of his mouth and picks up his sword
Zdith_Qwol levels his sword to Byronn's chin, "Pick it up, and face me. I'm the colonel in this outfit, and you look somewhat important enough to kill as well." He grins evilly.
The older marten seems to consider something, and then she suddenly turns, breaking into an abrupt sprint toward the opposite side of the great Abbey building. She vanishes rather quickly into the gloom and among the other fighting vermin.
Kevarr moves off towards the Abbey Pond..
Kevarr arrives at the pond from the entry.
Kevarr leaves Anba_Hor's group and wanders off on her own.
Thalion is up on the walls looking /insanely/ important, what with all his cool gear and stuff. The mouse looks thoughtful, having ceased fire and for some reason no one's trying to kill him. Not at the moment, anyway. Maybe it's because he looks piratical.
Byronn stands up defiantly and tightly clasps his sword in his paws. the young mouse stares into his eyes.
Enter Anba Qwol and his forces atop the wall... he sees Targa down and sends his men in at Thalion!! "Get those wall guards, they should all be kill't or on the run by now!! Ye missed a bunch of 'em there!!!" He runs at the back of them.
Zdith_Qwol grins at Byronn, "This would be easy, but I'm going to make it painfully hard for you..." He swings his sword forcefully in at Byron's side, seemingly in an attempt to just outright cut the mouse in half!
A moment after registering that the vermin are running towards him, Thalion pumps his bow in the air and crows. "Yeeeees! C'mon, me buckos! Fer loot, lust, an' conquest!" And... he turns to lead the charge, loosing an arrow towards the nearest wall-guard.
Byronn quickly parry's the blow and skillfully throws a dagger at the vixen's face
Anba_Qwol's forces are met with a frenzy!! Most of them are protected in advanced armor, but the shots are accurate! Five go down in a blink, but they keep surging ahead, tens of them! Already, they're upon the forces Thalion is fighting with, grabbing bows and stabbing squirrels and mice! Anba Qwol, meanwhile, seems content to cheer them on!
Byronn Byronn quickly parry's the blow and skillfully throws a dagger at the colonel's face. (repose) if that comment was for me
Zdith_Qwol's already deformed face takes a glancing blow from the dagger and he reels, clutching at where it hit nerve... "Ahhhh!!! You'll... pay for that." The fox thrusts downward to knock the blade away, reaching for the mouse's other arm to pull the beast off-balance!
"Bwahahaha! That's it, lads, give 'em what they been askin' for! Self-righteous woodland scum! Hahahaha-*cough*" Thalion laughs like an old sea corsair caption, waving his bow and an un-notched arrow emphatically as the vermin surge around him.
Treaglo is regaining her courage up in cover of the tree, having hit each target she's aimed for. She stops momentarily, noticing several things at once: Thalion's situation on the wall, her extremely pained and throbbing footpaw, her low supply of arrows, and the battle between Byronn and Zdith_Qwol beneath her. She sees that the vermin below hasn't seen her, and looses one of her few shafts dumbly...it barely grazes the fox's head as he moves suddenly. She then takes another arrow as quickly as possible, closes one eye and narrows the other, then lets fly...
Zdith_Qwol goes down as the arrow embeds deep in his shoulder. He screams in pain, looking up at the tree "Aaaghghhhhhhh!!!! You!!!"... just enough of a distraction, maybe...
"Don't let them fight back, you idiots!! We're the civilized lot in this army, so fight like it!! I won't have Hactor's forces surrounded from the walltops if I can help it! Surround /them/!!" The fox pushes his own men into the way of the arrows, and many of them go down as a result! But Targa Wfol's men are /still/ on the other side, closing in from the opposite angle on the narrow walltop.
Byronn walks over to the colonel and places the tip of his sword at the colonel's throat and kicks the fox's blade away.
Treaglo goes wide-eyed and looses her balance as she hears the scream of the fox...her bow falls to the ground and she promptly follows, landing with a thud. She scrambles out of sight, watching Byronn.
Still carrying on, laughing, and shouting, Thalion makes his way towards the nearest set of wallstairs, nimbly skipping down them, and coming out onto the grass. After a moment's looking, his eyes lock on the nearest wallgate.
Anba_Tar is late. But his forces break through and he sees his fellow lieutenant in trouble!! The scimitar-wielding leader goes in for Byronn, but doesn't see anything in the trees... "Nooo, wait, stay th....!!!" But the squirrelmaid falls out of the tree and it's enough of a distraction for the foxes to gain the advantage! Anba Tar sees Zdith roll out of the way of the sword and go for Treaglo, as he focuses on Byronn, "C'mere, n'taste y'rinsides!!! He swings the heavy scimitar like a butcher would...
Byronn byronn reveals the blade hodden in his boot and kicks the colonel's head three times and doges the other fox
Anba_Qwol's forces finally break through to Targa's, forcing the rest of the walltop guard down the stairs with Thalion. "We did it!! Now... the walltops are ours! You!" He takes a fox with a giant loop earring, "Take some of our forces down to see that the wallgates are all sealed from within. We're all inside... we don't need any woodlanders coming back through or going out!!"
Treaglo sees the colonel fox come after her, and she fumbles around furiously for her bow. She kicks out with her legs to trip the fox as she grabs an arrow, trying to get up and stab him with it...
Zdith_Qwol goes down with an 'oomph'! And his sword flies into the tree!! He moans and crawls towards Treaglo, "C'mere, you're mine!!!"
"I'll go wid 'im, looks like the type a' lazy scumnose who ye'd like t' 'ave their guts f' garters!" Thalion pronounces, indicating the fox with the 'ring. "Jus' t' make sure 'e don't screw up."
Anba_Tar wields his scimitar and circles around the mouse to get him away from the colonel, "Ye be gettin' away frmim, now... I don't think ye's be too gud against this'ere blade!" He demonstrates on an old branch, about as thick as the mouse is /around/! He chops it clean off!
Byronn backs up and looks to treaglo mouthing something to her
Treaglo backs away in fear from the freakish crawl fox, but realizing that he has no sword anymore she sums up her courage. With a determined look on her face, she scurries forward and stabs him between the ears...she turns her head away, not knowing whether or not he's dead, but not wanting to witness it if he is.
Byronn byronn pulls a small roung thing from his pocket. " i was gonig to use this later but" he holds his breath and throws it to the ground. a loud crack fills the air and the area around byroon and treaglo is covered in thick smoke
the heavy smog is dense and hard to breath in
the havy smog is dense and hard to breath in. blocking out vision by quite a bit.
Zdith_Qwol coughs and is surrounded by the smoke, losing track of where Treaglo is and feeling something go into his ear!! "Ooowwwwww!!!!!" He pulls it out, it's an arrow! "Anba Tar, let them escape... we have their forces on the run already!"
Byronn sprints over to traglo and lifts her up, racing out of sight, away from the battle
Byronn departs for the open field.
Byronn leaves with: Treaglo
The small group encounters Thalion, "C'mon, pipsqueak! Force 'im out or kill 'im, then lock the gates!!" They rush towards the guards near the east wallgate, brandishing as many pikes and swords as must be able to fit in the space around them! "Give up 'r die!!!!" They do, and the foxes push the guards outside to allow the mouse to lock the retreating army out!
"Yeeessss!! C'mon, my loyal troops!" Thalion rushes along with the foxes, pushing the guards outside. However, when the last one goes out, so does he! And he pulls the door shut behind him. "Alright, guys, run like the Dark Forest's chasing you!" And off he goes into the woodlands!
Inside Great Hall...
Indoors the battle continues, as vermin force Redwallers successively backwards into smaller areas... the forces are led by Ceabol Kao, whose army bolted straight for the Great Hall as soon as they entered from the north wallgate, and Apophis.
Fitch bursts through the doors behind Apophis. He stops short, gazing around .. awe-struck. "Holy mol--" The polecat can't even finish his statement, too amazed by the enormity of the all.
Amethyst has arrived.
Pedat doesn't know what happened, but all of a sudden he had been seized by two huge, powerful paws and heaved like a rag doll....a crash, and he was thrown easily through the massive stained glass window of the Abbey and into the Great Hall, amidst the shower of shattered glass! He hit the ground hard, the air being knocked out of him, rolling over the stones, but keeping a grip on his weapons
Apophis pushes a whole group of mice back, and grabs one of their shields, holding it up as they shoot arrows into the doorway. "Put up any shields you have! They are shooting!"
Fitch howls as the arrows are loosed. He dives beneath an overturned table!
Tungur rushes in and pauses, panting as he picks some shards of metal from his shoulder, grabbing some cloth and binding the wound tightly. That is until an arrow wizzes right between his ears. "Erg..." he dives behind Fitch and smirks a bit. "Fancy seein' you up and about."
Ceabol_Kao does so, and his men as well, who are pouring in through the doorway and broken windows. Vermin are climbing on top of each other to get in through the windows, in fact! And the ones with bows, more than a few, are shooting down at the abbeybeasts from on top of ladders set against the wall of the building!
Fitch is up, but only barely about. He does his best to grin and nod at Tungur, but has to duck and cover as debris comes flying in their direction. "Arrg! So when d'we getta' kick back 'n eat a feast? 'N get some treasures? 'Ow many of these fools *are* there?" he whines.
Tungur growls as he tightens the cloth before going to shove Fitch into the open. "Oh shuddup you." he says. "When we get to kill em all." he nods with a laugh, ducking out of the way of another arrow.
Pedat groaned and winced as he rolled to his feet, finding himself almost alone in the room full of vermin. He dove for a spear and hefted it, calculated...Then let it fly at Fitch before making a run for the stairs; dodging arrows and lances, slashing out with his daggers whenever a beast strayed close enough.
Fitch is blindly shoved back into the fracas, just in time for Pedat's spear to implant itself deep within his thigh. He wails, "OH OH! OW!" and scrambles to dislodge the thing, to no avail. The creature stumbles, staggers, elbowing things out of his way. His path of destruction is a bit more accurate now, oddly enough, as he has another, if horribly painful, appendage to smash into things. Chairs go flying, dishes brake. This is a tornado of pain and rage and confusion. "GETTITOUT! GETTITOUT!"
( As Pedat seemingly fights off a scattered group of vermin, the main bulk of Ceabol's forces press up the stairs and into the dormitories! The guards who have fallen back fall back even more up there! Targa Wfol's forces follow behind, as he broke through later... but they soon close the gap and provide backup to Ceabol. "We's a comin', dun worry!!!!" )
Tungur rolls his eyes and follows Fitch. "Hold still ye great lump." he swings his sword down on one side, cutting half of it off before pulling the rest of it out. Then he goes to hurl the splintered end at Pedat with a good hurl. "Ye forgot this, treehopper!"
Fitch oofs and hollers as Tunger successfully removes the spear from his leg. He falls back into a chair, clenching his horribly wounded thigh. "Ach! 'e got me good--dunno' iffn' I kin' keep on, mate!" he wails, eyes welling up with tears. The polecat doubles over in misery.
Apophis flings a table at the squirrel... much bigger than any spear haft... He growls at Pedat and faces the others, "Dispose of this one quickly, or I'll have to tell your commanders you are dallying while they are fighting the larger battles!!!" He runs upstairs to give aid in crushing the final resistance.
Amethyst had been puttering about in the infirmary much of the day and had even fallen asleep in there til some noise had woke her up. The blind rat tries to walk softly as she heads to the top of the stairs where the racket is coming from to try and listen in on what's going on. It sounds like a fight. Amy readies her staff to club any beast or thing that would dare move within staff length of her. It's late and she's not in a good mood.
Tungur laughs a little bit and slides his big sword into his belt, going to bind up the leg wound good and tight. "Yah'll be fine!" he laughs with a nod as he draws his sword, looking around for a dropped shield or something.
Pedat was thrown sideways, bouncing off the wall as the table crushed into him and slammed his head off the stones. He fell to the stairs, weapons falling free of him as he rolled down the steps, blood streaming from his body, eyes wild with anger and pain as he crawled for the nearest sword; not giving up...Not just....yet....
Fitch continues to grunt and bemoan his injury, all though offers Tungur a brief nod of thanks for at least stopping the bleeding. His face his beginning to bruise and swell from earlier blows, and, as the polecat goes to rise from the chair, he collapses again. Too exhausted to go on.
Kevarr arrives from the Abbey Kitchen..
Apophis encounters the blind rat and the maids when they finally cut the guards off from them. "Leave this lot alone, they're not armed. We need /some/ live ones for this thing to work..." He chuckles and and moves past her, leaving his back unprotected against those in the infirmary.
Aiyana heads outside and into the Abbey Entry..
The older marten emerges from the kitchen, apparently entirely alone. She has a bloodied sword in one paw, the other arm, missing a paw, instead has two blades attached to a leather and metal bracer affair. Her whiskers twitch as she takes in the scene properly, and then she stalks across toward Pedat, attempting to bring a footpaw firmly down on his reaching paw.
Amethyst stops swinging her staff when the badger speaks. She doubts this beast's reasons for wanting her alive are good ones but better for her if he doesn't find a reason to change his mind.
Tungur watches the badger push past Amy. The rat grins and makes his way across to her, going to aim a punch to her face...and then grab her throat, squeezing just enough to want control. "Please tell me, ratty..." he grins. "Ye know where I can find a healer? Or better yet, be a healer yerself?" he asks.
Pedat stifled a cry of pain as the footpaw cam down over his wounded hand, and it was reaction as much as training that tugged free the tiny bootknife free and moved lighting fast to stab it into the offending leg; the squirrel's strength quickly fading, but he wasn't out...
Kevarr sees that counter-attack coming, but she's not quite quick enough to shift her weight and avoid it. The marten winces fiercely as she gets stabbed, and whaps at the stabbing paw with the flat of her blade, while her footpaw remains on his other. "It's over mate," she mutters. And then she mutters something else, something lower.
Pedat winced silently as the sword slapped the blade from his paw, slicing his arm a little, but the warrior ignored the fact he was the only woodlander left and spun around at the waist, legs swinging up to, :scissor" Kevarr...Normally, there would be no stopping him....But he was wounded, and admittedly pathetically slow.
Kevarr ends up stepping over the attempt. She hefts her sword, then brings the hilt down heavily just /so/ toward Pedat's skull, a little heedless of her own bleeding at present.
"I-I'm a healer. Th-the sick bay is over there," the blind rat squeaks out quickly. This pressure can't be good for her singing voice.
A sickening crack and the squirrel slumped limply, but his blue eyes were not yet closed...Pedat glared up, then blinked, then the eyelids fell heavily as his head rolled to the side, finally totally unconsious.
Tungur laughs and squeezes just a bit harder. "Good, good." he grins as he goes to drag her over to where Fitch is, unaware that she's blind. He tosses her towards the polecat and pushes the tip of his sword to her back, not enough to draw blood, but enough to sting. "Fix him up now." He growls.
Kevarr slips her footpaw under Pedat's blades and kicks them away, first the sword, then the knife. She scrutinizes the unconscious squirrel for a moment, then looks up and over at Tungar and Fitch.
Fitch, incidentally, seems to have fallen unconscious--or at least passed out from shock and exhaustion. He mutters things occasionally, but his head is dropped back and tongue lolling out.
Amethyst Gurggles as her throat is constricted even more. She stumbles a little when she's thrown but once down she feels around for the cat's wound and starts to take things out of her healer's kit. "Gonna need stitches. ...." she mutters to herself as she expertly threads a needle and starts to work.
Lucky for the others, Fitch remains relatively incoherent and motionless. They are spared his great bellows and sobbing.
Tungur smirks and pokes her with the sword a little harder. "Get to work then." he says as he slides his sword into his belt, starting to dig out the shards of metal in his arm, almost as if he can't feel a thing. But he can. He's just good at hiding it. The rat watches Amy for a few moments and aims a kick at Amy just for fun. "So...what's a rat doing here, huh!"
Kevarr limps away from Pedat, eyes still narrowed. She nudges Tungar heavily with one footpaw, and points. "Have a look at that, mate."
Ceabol_Kao comes down from upstairs, relatively relaxed, "They's is done for, up deres. Some of them seem to be disappearin' though... Weird. We been checkin' rooms we's sure they'd go into, on'y dey's weren't dere..." He shakes his head. "What is you folks doin' here??" He directs this to Kevarr and Tungur and Fitch.
Kevarr gives Ceabol_Kao a flat look. "Cleaning up."
Tungur hums a bit and looks towards Kevarr, grinning. "Gonna enslave 'em then?" he asks before looking to Caebol. "What's it look like, eh? Yeh blind, er summin?" he hums.
Kevarr snorts. "No, lumphead. Look there." She points at the tapestry with her sword blade.
Tungur huhs and looks to the tapestry. "So what? Looks like an oversized towel to me." he nods.
"Pfft, shows what you know," the marten says, derisively. "That's a relic, even I know that. Better make sure beasts don't touch it."
Ceabol_Kao grins at the two, "Cleanin' up, gooooooood. Clean 'way, ladies. Foxes!!! We got ourselves cleanin' ladies down here!!!" He chuckles and heads outside.
Tungur growls and stands, drawing his sword. "Ye wanna become a cleanin lady yerself? Keep talkin and I'll see to it." he growls.
"Cdibet," the marten sneers at the fox's back, although it seems clear she's of about the same mind as Tungar.
Amethyst is draped over Fitch for a moment or two from being kicked but brushes it off acting as if she'd leaned over him on purpose to check him for more injuries. "Heard there was good grub ere and th abbey mice weren't too smart about how they'd open th door for. This one'll need some rest t heal once he wakes up or he'll just need sewing up again an again. ... Not that I'd mind it," she adds the last quickly in an effort to keep his knife from going any deeper into her.
Tungur looks towards Pedat after a few moments and smirks a little. "Anyone plannin on doin' some torture?" he asks with a grin. "If so, I'm in...." he nods. He'll find someone to torment. Even if it takes him awhile. He enjoys that sort of thing. He then blinks and looks towards Amy with a grin. "Good!" he smirks. "You just saved yourself some trouble. Can't torture the healers, now can I?" he smirks.
Kevarr gives Tungur a derisive look. "I'm thinking not. Look, I got an idea." She sheathes her sword and nudges Amethst with her footpaw. "Rat, there's some infirmary place around here, right?"
Amethyst nods, "That way. It's one th largest rooms on this floor. Other's th bunk room."
Tungur grins. "Sounds good to me! But my arm is already fine." he nods. "Just hurts like hell." he growls a little bit. He needs stitches. But he'll do them himself later on.
Kevarr nods. "Well, why don't we just dump the polecat in there," she points at Pedat, "and him, and whoever else around here still breathing. There are other healers, right, Rat?"
Pedat just lay there in pool of his and other's blood, oh his back, head lolling to one side, still unconcious for he had taken a great beating, but who knows how long he'd stay down and out...
Amethyst nods, "They'd be in there or th room next to it. They're all in green like most the woodlanders here are."
Tungur hums and then goes to kick Amy again. "Heheh....yeah...sounds fine..." he shrugs as he heads over to Pedat. He goes to stomp on the squirrel's ribs before going to pick him up as best as he can, going to drag him to the infirmary.
Kevarr aims a kick at Tungur's tail. "None of that, mate, don't be stupid. I've got an idea, least until Hactor comes up with a better one. Okay, rat...what's your name? Anyway stand up, I'll take charge of this dumb lump."
Tungur blinks and frowns as he just drops the squirrel. "Fine...you take care of him." he then grins. "Tungur." he replies with a nod. "Captain! Well...ex-captain...I lost me ship. So I'm here instead." he nods.
Pedat was hefted up, and tossed around....If he was awake, he may have been dizzy, but, of course he wasn't....Lucky him they were keeping him alive though. For now. For some reason....
Kevarr sighs as the squirrel is dropped. "Right. Okay, Tungur, mate, listen close. We aren't going to go kicking or beating the unconscious woodlanders just now. Just follow my lead. Pick him up /careful/ like. I'll pick up the polecat here. The healer's going to come with us and find all her friends and get them into the infirmary place."
Tungur hums and frowns. "I'll kick who I please."he nods and then thinks as he picks up the squirrel again carefully. "Woodlanders are vermin...need to be taught a lesson." he nods. Then he shoots Amy a sharp glare. "Follow rat." he orders with a nod, slowly starting to head towards the stairs, being careful.
"Bluefin," the rat says. Her 'real' name is very non verminish and she is kinda blueish in color.
Kevarr snaps her teeth at Tungur. "Feel free, I'll just kick you twice in return, how's that? Alright, Bluefin, you come with us just now. You can help." She hefts Fitch over her shoulders, roughly, and stalks into the infirmary.
Kevarr heads over towards the Stairs..
Kevarr has left.
Pedat heads over towards the Stairs..
Pedat has left.
Hactor has arrived.
Hactor heads over towards the Stairs..
Hactor has left.
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