Vengance

--This happened before the feast, I was just slow to post it, and the fight that triggered this wasn't logged, but basically Patch got in a fight with Oz and Scioto because he killed Scioto's dibbun Clayton. Enjoy.--

Bargynn moved to sit down at the edge of the pond, sighing and smiling. "I like comin' here to relax. Nice n' quiet.", he said, nodding.

Tristan stands with his back resting against an oak. He nods to the rat, watching the ripples on the water.

Bargynn looked out across the pond, remaining quiet for a moment. "Hmmm... I wonder what it would take to become a guard for the Abbey?" he pondered, crossing his arms over his chest and chuckling a bit. "I feel like dead-weight around here sometimes."

Tristan shrugs, "You could ask Jake when he gets back." to his second statement, he says, "There's always something to get done, just ask Oz or somebeast for something to do." he grin lightly.

Bargynn nods and smiles. "I'll do that. I take it Jake's in charge of the Abbey's defenders?" he asked, tilting his head.

Tristan nods, "Jake's the captain of the guard, I believe."

Oz walks slowly to the pond, head down. He hasn't bothered to change out of his cloak which is torn, has some dried blood on it and dirt, He walks over to an area he can be alone and sits down, he shakes his head and places his face in his paws.

Tristan raises an eyebrow at the badger, "What's wrong, Oz? You look terrible."

Bargynn blinks and looks over to Oz as he approaches, initially smiling. "Oi there Ozzy, how're..." He pauses mid sentence as he noticed the ruffled and slightly bloodied state of his cloak, giving him a concerned look as he sat down before looking over to Tristan, still bearing that expression of concern.

Oz doesn't answer them, he finally looks at them threw tears, "He had..."he looks at his cloak and frowns "Must of gotten torn by the dagger he had...I'm not hurt, it isn't mine its" he shakes his head. "Mainly the martens and from." he doesn't finish he is too upset to finish.

Tristan scratches his chin and pushes his point, "From who?" he's not willing to let it lie.

Bargynn blinked and stood, looking over to Oz. "Wait... The Marten's...?" he began, blinking. "What's happened Oz? Please tell us." he asked, still looking rather concerned.

Oz manages to speak after a couple minutes. "The dibbun...the marten..." Tears flow and its clear this has upset him, "The dibbun is dead, started to fight the marten and Scioto came out of no where, attacked the marten, they fought and the marten went to slice at me, punched the marten in the jaw and it run.." He frowns at the torn tunic, seems the blade missed cutting him but probably just barely, he wipes away some tears "Ca...carried the dibbun back here.."

The otter's face hardens under the shadow of his cloak, "Clayton?" he asks, just for final confirmation. He reaches down and tightens his leather gauntlet, as if he's preparing for a fight.

Bargynn seemed to freeze up upon hearing what happened, his expression turning from one of concern to anger. "He... killed a Dibbun? That wretched beast killed a dibbun!?", he said, almost growling somewhat. "Unforgivable! I should've done him in when I first saw him hurtin' Claaer... ", he said, looking over to Tristan."That's the kinda monster Patch is... He can't be allowed to hurt anyone else."

Oz has gone quiet, he stands slowly "I..I am going somewhere to think," he frowns "I..I know promised a story to the... I cant do a story right now." He looks to the orchards and walks towards them "Need to be alone right now." he walks away to the far side of the orchards.

Tristan shakes his head, the shadow of his hood covering the anger in his eyes, watching Oz go. "What say we go kick some vermin ass?" he looks over at the rat.

Bargynn looked particularly angry himself, almost trembling, looking over at the Tristan, scowling as he gives him a nod. "I'll tell ya' one thing mate... That beast has a well-deserved spot waitin' for him at Hellgate. Be it by your paw, or mine... He's goin' there." he said, huffing.

Tristan nods, trying to stay calm, "Well lets mount up and go." he says, starting to move towards the gatehouse.

Bargynn nods back at Tristan, sighing. "I'll 'ave to grab my Halberd from the gatehouse real quick, but I'll be joinin' ya' shortly.", he said, nodding sharply as he followed him to the gatehouse.

--In front of the Gull--

Patch is here speaking with Redfang.

Redfang glances at the marten, but says nothing, as he looks at something coming down the road.

Tristan steps down the road, hood shadowing his eyes, bow at the ready, arrow already nocked.

Patch smirks; he stands up slowly and looks at Redfang "What ya looking out now?" He says and turns, he doesn't see anything right off as it is getting dark now.

Bargynn would be following Tristan, his expression one of anger. He carried his halberd in both of his hands, looking more than ready for a fight.

Redfang simply points to the two beasts coming down the road, and his paw grips his sabre as he stands, back against the wall.

Patch watches the approaching beasts and pulls out his long thin dagger and smiles coldly.

Tristan steps up, glaring at the marten, resisting the urge to put an arrow through his neck without saying a word. He sees the torchlight from the tavern glint off the blade, and says, "Trust me; you don't want to do that."

Redfang stands, distancing himself from Patch by a few feet, easing his sabre from its scabbard, letting the blade touch the ground lightly.

Bargynn readied himself for the worst, glancing at Redfang for a moment, but nevertheless focusing on Patch. "I see you found yourself a new friend, scum. Shame that won't do you no good." he hissed, gripping his halberd tightly.

Patch smiles coldly "I say even odds two against two."

Redfang waves a paw in front of him, "Now look, mate, I'm not suicidal, and I'm not dying fer ya."

Tristan watches the ferret move to the side and draw his sabre, then back to Patch, "Normally I'd tell you to give yourself up, but I don't think either of us want you alive." he says this all with an icy voice, his bowstring still slightly taut.

Patch grins as he looks between the otter and the rat "Well who should I kill first?"

Redfang looks at the otter, seeing the deadly point of the arrow, and then glances over at the young rat brandishing a halberd. "Like I said, I don't wanna fight wit ya."

Bargynn smirked at the Marten's remark. "Brave words, vermin. I'm surprised they're comin' from one cowardly enough ta' kill a dibbun." he said. "I normally don't take pleasure in killin' beasts... But for you, I'm willin' to make a damned exception."

Tristan turns towards the marten, "You seem quite eager to die, friend." he tugs the bowstring slightly.

Redfang begins to edge back towards the door of the bar in retreat, sabre still in paw. He doesn't really care what happens to the marten as long as he comes out in one piece.

Patch narrows his eyes and tilts his dagger at an angle and then charges forwards towards the rat and makes a downwards slash towards him, he slips out a smaller dagger and aims in at Tristan and throws it but mostly he is focused on the rat.

Tristan has just released an arrow to stop the ferret's progress towards the door, and it thuds into the dry wood door. Seconds later he is preoccupied with dodging the slash, though there is not much effort behind it and he avoids it easily.

Bargynn growls and tightens his grip as he's charged by Patch, raising his halberd just in time to block the strike with the iron rims of his polearm. Aiming for his gut, he then attempts to bludgeon him with the butt end of his polearm, stepping back a bit before doing so.

Redfang ducks with a yelp to avoid the arrow and rolls to the side. He's rather angry from being shot at, and starts to move towards the otter, balancing his blade lightly in his paw.

Tristan nocks another arrow to his bow, noting the ferret's advance, but turning to Patch, and struggles for a clear shot in the melee.

Patch oofs and kicks the rat towards the stomach and goes to slice at his upper arm,he laughs coldly as he fights.

Redfang gets within range of the otter and swings at him with the sabre, trying to hit him while he's aiming.

Bargynn narrowly avoids the kick to his stomach, but grunts and winces as the blade strikes his left arm, leaving a decently sized slash on his bicep. Pulling back and growling again, he advances and swings his halberd at Patch, aiming for his midsection with the ax blade.

Tristan grunts as the blade opens a cut over his right eye, and releases the arrow out of impulse, it's aimed in Patch's general direction, though unlikely to hit him. He swings out the bow to his side, trying to whack the ferret with it.

Patch eeps as the arrow glazes his cheek and goes to stab the rat again, the ax blade cuts into his midsection and blood pours, he sways and hisses low as he tries to grip his dagger and stab again at the rat.

Redfang gets the wind knocked out of him as the hard wood of the bow connects with his chest, causing him to stumble and fall backwards, the sabre flying from his grasp.

Bargynn attempts to move to the side to dodge the Marten's strike, wincing as he felt the blade penetrate his leather jerkin and tunic, leaving a gash on his chest, blood starting to stain his blue tunic. Growling, he releases his right hand's grip on his halberd, holding it with his left as he attempts to slug Patch across the face, seemingly attempting to push him back with the blow.

Tristan steps over and pins the unfortunate Redfang under a firm footpaw, "Stay," he says gruffly, nocking another arrow and again attempting to line up a shot.

Redfang lies under the otter's footpaw, giving up the fight.

Patch falls over from loss of blood as it pours quickly onto the dirt road, his eyes cloud over in deaths grip and he is dead lying in a pool of blood.

Tristan releases the tension on the bowstring as he sees the marten fall. He returns the arrow to his quiver and uses an empty paw to wipe the blood that is flowing into his eye. "Well, he's finished." he says, rather simply.

Redfang gulps, hoping that he'll be able to get out of this alive. He glances up at the otter, "Um, can ya getcher footpaw offa me?"

Bargynn watches as the Marten falls to the ground dead, going onto his knee, and gripping his halberd, moving his right paw to his chest, over the wound, letting out a cough after. "The deed's done... He ain't gonna hurt no one anymore.", he said, smiling slightly at Tristan, before glancing down at Redfang. "What do you wanna do with him?" he asked.

Tristan glances down at him, as if he's just noticing the ferret. "He's just a bystander, he's no danger," he gives Redfang a firm kick in the ribs, sending him sprawling into the dirt.

Redfang grunts as he goes rolling, and, not bothering to pick up his saber, disappears through the doors of the tavern.

--Not sure exactly what happened to Bargynn after I got off, but Tristan just went back to the abbey and got some stitches for the cut over his eye.--