In the Clearing

--In the clearing just off the dirt road--

Tristan steps into the clearing, slightly cautious, a haversack of rations over his shoulder, dirks strapped to his belt, and longbow at the ready.

Jomo is here in the clearing, his jaw is swollen, and he looks around.

Tristan raises an eyebrow beneath the hood of his cloak, "Greetings," he calls out, though it's not very friendly sounding.

Jomo looks up as he sees Tristan and narrows his eyes, he slips out a dagger, as his sword is still not been found, he grins "Well an otter... what do you want?"

Tristan seems unintimidated, and he raises his head slightly, as if inspecting the wildcat closer. "I'm looking for a rat archer in the area that's been giving the Redwallers some trouble. Ring any bells?"

Jomo chuckles coldly "Sounds like my kind of beast, maybe I should look for him give him some gold ta kill a badger." He grins" Badgers make good for targets, wouldn't you say sir otter."

Tristan shrugs, "Haven't had any reason to shoot one." He tilts his head slightly, "You know what? I do recognize you now. You're that odd looking wildcat that was attacking Pike. I do believe I shot at you."

Jomo narrows his eyes and growls, he grips the dagger and looks at the otter "So...you shot at me huh? Well maybe I should teach you a lesson."

Tristan shrugs again, "You can try." he raises his longbow fractionally, pulling the string back just a bit.

Jomo watches the otter closely; he then goes to quickly stab at him in the upper arm.

Tristan raises the bow, pulling the string back and releasing quickly. It is a good shot, heading right towards the wildcat, but he does take a cut in the arm as a price.

Jomo wasn't paying too much attention to the longbow and the arrow hits him in the shoulder, he growls in pain and goes to kick Tristan slightly below the chest.

Tristan narrowly dodges the kick, dropping his longbow in the process. He quickly draws his dirks and makes a slash.

Jomo goes to sidestep the dirk, he slices in an angle towards Tristan's already hurt arm, grinning as he does so. "This is enjoyable...course need to finish off a fox, see wanted him dead, don't think he was dead...need ta fix that"

Tristan parries the slash and uses his other dirk to stab towards the wildcat's footpaw, "Like I said, you can try."

Jomo hisses as he jumps backwards, he slices downwards towards the otter's chest.

Tristan leans backwards, the dagger slicing his tunic, "You're not half bad," he says as he attempts to bring the iron pommel of his dirk down on the wildcat's wrist.

Jomo smirks "I have been trained by the best, and soon will be the rightful leader of the clan of the flowing stream..." He hisses as the dirk slices his wrist, not full force but leaves a cut, he kicks at the otter's legs and goes to stab him in the chest again.

Tristan is tripped up this time, and drops a dirk to catch himself as he falls, but parries the slash with a ring of steel upon steel.

Jomo hisses at the otter, "You're a fairly good fighter, but all have their weaknesses, I just have to find yours." He goes to try and slice at the otters side, "After I am done with you , gonna hunt down the archer and see if he likes gold...he can kill a badger for me, that badger ruined my honor, him and his stupid red eyes needs ta fade for ever!"

Tristan thrusts up with one of his dirks towards the wildcat's thigh. He obviously hasn't given up yet. "Good luck with that," He mutters, and winces slightly as he feels the blade bite into his side.

Jomo goes to attempt to kill the otter in his already hurt side, "Thank you I will!" He hisses as the dirk slides across his thigh, he uses the dagger to stab down at Tristan again, no real target just stabbing downwards.

Tristan manages to pull back his bloodied dirk and deflect the poorly aimed blow, and uses a footpaw to kick out at his injured leg.

Jomo grrrrs as the kick connects and rolls onto his side; he narrows his eyes at the otter and goes to throw the dagger at the otters mid section.

Tristan sees the movement, but is getting up and is unable to stop it. It slices his calf and lands in the dirt behind him.

Jomo chuckles coldly, "This is enjoyable but I should get going...have an archer to find, to slay a badger, so do have a great evening will ya?" He smirks and starts to limp towards a line of trees.

Tristan stands up straight, "Probably not wise to turn you back on an enemy," He looks at his dirk blade and slashes at Jomo's unguarded back.

Jomo ears go flat against his head and quickly goes to duck, the dirk slices across his head and takes off his ear, he growls and holds a paw to his ear and spins around "That's it! You die too! I get the archer rat ta kill you as well! YA Dead...!" He then quickly leaves and gets past the tree line chuckling madly" Ya Dead...!"

Tristan simply shrugs and gathers his weapons together, "Crazy idiot." He walks back towards the Abbey to care for his wounds.