One Otter Army Part 1.5

Continues directly from an RP so short that I decided to add it to this one. So technically continues from 'I Shot the Sheriff."

Derrin is in a spot of trouble having knocked out the minor horde leader's cousin in the middle of said minor horde leader's camp. How will the otter escape alive?

The horde beast camp seems to come to a pause. Did that otter really just kick Byron in the teeth! A half a dozen vermin are near by, unarmored but as horde beasts, always armed, "Hey you! Hault!

You room-page, "gah! not my best intro sorry"

Derrin bares his teeth in a growl, raising his paws as fists to defend himself. "Try an' stop me," He snaps back, his eyes narrowed as he faces the vermin beasts. Looks like he's in for a fight after all that trouble to avoid one.

The beasts look ready to tear the otter limb from limb. The longer they wait the more beasts that come pouring into this section of the camp to see what is wrong. Drakki is one of them. He spots the otter being slowly surrounded by his, correction, Kanezzer's rats, but ever since he had to take off on that campain well, he considers them /his/ rats. "Someone mind telling me what is going on?" The portly red fox says with a sigh.

Derrin continues to watch the horde beasts around him, the thought just now beginning to dawn on him that this might not have been the best way to go about doing this. "Poor old Byron passed out on me, and the next thing I know, all yer beasts are surroundin' me!" He suddenly exclaims. Hey, at least he's trying to work for his life.

The red furred vulpine cracks a smile. "You're a good warrior otter, but not a good lier." The fox gestures to his rats, "Kill him." The horde beasts don't hesitate at the order and charge as one towards the otter. The leading rat raises his axe in an over powered swing towards the otter's head. Something flashes by them however, heading towards the fire pit. The flames explode, burring blue for a brief moment before returning to normal and spouting out thick black smoke. The horde beasts step away from the flames, and some shriek in panic as a cloakced figure wearing a tribal woodan mask rushes forward, hitting the nearest rat with a quarter staff. "Derrin! Can't you and your brother go five seconds with out having me come rescue you!" Elise the otter snarls.

"Bleedin heck!" The rotund red fox yelps. Where the heck did she come from. Drawing his sword and holding it defensivly before him Drakki barks out orders to kill them. "Well that was certainly interesting lass, but if you think the addition of one simple otter will help you against fifty horde beasts then you have another thing coming."

Elise chuckles as she plants her quarterstaff down the throat of a pine marten that came too close. He stumbles back to gag long enough to take another blow to the head, ribs, belly, and knees. The otter is quite frightfull with that staff. A rat though braves the pair of otters and begins to slash at them with his cutlass, only to be cut down himself by a well placed arrow. Several shouts and cries go up in the camp as beasts topple over. "I didn't come alone." Not too far away a beast shouts, "FOR THE MILITIA! CHARGE!"

A smile slowly spreads across Derrin's face as he hears the shout, and he begins to fight with renewed energy at the thought of reinforcements coming. With a growl, he slams a fist into the nose of a charging ferret, and subsequently lands several blows to his chest, arms and legs, cracking and possibly breaking several bones on the vermin in the process. "Now how did you know I was going to be here?" The otter calls to Elise as he fights.

"I-" Elise dodges under the swing of a mace, plants her staff into the ground while pushing on the top end. The rat's snout makes a pleasing CRACK. "I didn't! Militia caught up with-" Another rat gets a face full of staff, "Me and..." And another...this time with a healthy dose of getting hit below the belt as well, "Look can we talk about this later?" Sounds of chaos fill the camp. Several armored Lancers march through the camp in formation. Horde beasts throw themselves violently at them and violence ensues. Drakki barks out more orders while slowly back stepping away from the beasts. Finally he turns tail and runs.

Derrin chuckles as he dodges a sword thrust and grips the attacking rat's wrist, at which point he promptly strikes the elbow with a swift paw, and a loud crack sounds out as the rat's arm bends entirely the wrong way, and he lets out a loud scream and drops to the ground. The otter sidesteps an overhead sword cut and plants a solid kick into the attacker's stomach, making the weasel double over before Derrin's paws grip the back of his head and a knee slams into his face, breaking his muzzle and sending him to the ground.

The battle, while fierce is short. While the horde beasts out number the few militia beasts here they are given to the fear of a surprises attack and scatter. Those brave enough to stay and fight are quickly overwhelmed and slaughtered. There are still small skirmishes about the camp when Elise runs out of opponents to strike. Lifting her face mask up she turns to Derrin and walks over, briefly stepping on the stomach of one of her fallen opponents. From the opposite direction a grey furred hare in a chain-mail tunic is approaching, flanked by two Lancers dressed in so much armor that its nearly impossible to tell they are otters.

Even as Elise approaches, Derrin is busy finishing off a rat, whose neck he promptly snaps with a hard jerk of both paws. Finally, he turns towards Elise, panting lightly. "Well isn't this just a lovely reunion?" He remarks upon sighting the two lancers and the hare.

The otter smirks as she punches Derrin in the arm. "Don't you start that with me. What in the blazes are you doing here in a horde beast camp?" The young otter can't help but flinch at the hares high pitched and squeeky voice, "Spread out! Find him! And for the love of all that is holy do try to keep a beast alive to question!" Elise rolls her eyes, "So...anyway. Long story short these goons caught up with me and I cut them a deal to help find some leader of theirs in exchange to not, well, dying."

Derrin raises an eyebrow, smirking as well. After everything that had happened, he really hadn't been expecting Elise to respond like that to him, though he couldn't say he was complaining. Something about Elise was...different. He didn't know what it was, but he liked it. "Well done! Getting captured by the militia is like getting captured by Byron!"

The younger otter rolls her eyes, slamming her walking stick down towards Derrin's foot paws. "Har har, a rioght ol commedian we have here." She looks over at the fallen form of Byron. Even laying down the fox's stomach is tall enough to come up to her waistline. "Speaking of Byron, what the heck is he-"

"Tracker!" Elise grinds her teeth as the hares shrill voice cuts her off. Taking wide steps with every stride the hare approaches, "He isn't here. Tavis is-" He peers at the second otter, "Who in the blazes is this?"

Derrin narrows his eyes at the hare striding towards him, and decides to mess around a little bit. If it doesn't work, no harm, and if it does...then he might have a good day today. "My name is Derrin Guaire, rank lieutenant," He says in proper military fashion while giving the hare a proper stare that he may or may not have inherited from his mother.

The hare blinks in total surprise. His eyes well up with tears. Throwing himself at the otter he wraps his arms around him in a great hug, "Oh thank all that is holy!" Elise takes a step back, "What in tarnation?"

Derrin raises an eyebrow at this reaction, stumbling back one step and simply standing there awkwardly. "Don't ask me," He says to Elise, looking every bit as confused at the reaction as he hoped Elise was. He didn't need the otter's ignorance jeopardizing this.

Remembering his place the hare leans back and coughs politely. Saluting. "Sergeant Gregory Snipps. Please forgive my outburst sir but...with Tavis missing its, well, not been a pleasant week for us." He leans forward and whispers, "I'm at my wits end keeping everything together after Tavis was kidnapped and with the revelation of lizards down below Ar-" another hare in lancer armor approaches, "Sergeant Snipps. We have accounted for all the beasts here sir. Tavis is not here. We took three casualties but rescued several woodlander slaves." The militia officer continues, "We also captured thirteen vermin warriors and more than twenty vermin women and dibbuns. What shall we do with them sir?"

Derrin salutes right back to the hare in response, and regards the hare that approaches with a calm demeanor befitting of a lieutenant. When the hare finishes, he looks at the previous hare expectantly. "They're your prisoners, Seargeant. Do with them what you will, save for Byron. That one is going back to Arundal." He may not be part of the militia anymore, but he remembered proper conduct.

"Show your lieutenant some respect private!" The otters snap to attention at the hare's shout. "We don't have time to process them. Just leave them to burry their dead." Elise lets out a sigh of relief. She half expected the hare to order them to die. Meanwhile the hare then shouts, "Gather up the wounded and fallen. We are returning to camp. Someone also bind this useless tracker as well." Elise blinks in surprise and shouts, "Hey...wait one moment. I did what you asked for!" The hare snarles back, "No, you led us to the wrong bleedin camp! And three of our own paid their lives for it!"

Derrin's curt voice cuts through the arguing. "She stays with me, an' that's an order. We've managed to neutralize a key vermin camp, so whether it was the right camp or not, she helped us gain a victory against the vermin." Having been in the militia, he knew just what to say to really get to them.

The hare looks shocked but he isn't one for orders, "Y-yes sir. We will gather our wounded and return to camp and look for Tavis in the morning." One of the otter militia members raises a paw, "Sir, I if I may ask, why are you out here?" Another, "Derrin, Derrin...that name sounds familiar..." The hare is on them like fox on chickens. "Quite you misirable twerps! You do NOT speak out of order or back to a superior officer!"

Derrin chuckles as he watches the soldiers, then he turns to Elise. "I must thank you for leading them here, because I would likely be dead without you." Looking back out at the beasts, he smiles deviously. He could really get used to this again while Tavis was gone. "Alright you miserable beasts!" He shouts. "We're movin' out now!" He makes sure to really let his voice carry so that he can be heard throughout the medium sized camp, though he was sure any other officers would carry the order on even if it hadn't.

The other otter chuckles, "That makes it what, 2-1 on the 'how many times have I saved you' meter, /Lieutenant/?" Bryon is now finally coming around, just in time to find himself bound and gagged and being dragged along by four militia beasts. He passes a terrified glance at the otters.

Derrin simply smirks at Byron before turning his attention back to Elise. "I used to serve in the militia, and I decided I would use that to my advantage." This, he says rather quietly, making sure no beast else can hear what he is saying. "It saved yer life, didn't it?"

"It did," The otter whispers back, "Until they find out that you are not /with/ the militia." She gives him a coy smile and walks off, prodding the fox in his fat belly, "Nice to see you again ol chap. Finally! Some smart beast had the common sense to gag you!" She chuckles and walks off further. The militia beasts leave the camp then and the survivors. The wommen and dibbuns of the fallen vermin warriors stare a hole through Derrin and /his/ militia beasts as he walks away.