RP:Storm at Sea

[Skyblade]

OOC:Have to leave, see you tomorrow. Or my tomorrow, cause it's night here

[AbbotAlf0805]

OOC: ok then bye.

[W0NWILL]

Back by the lake there was a rustling in the trees and a mouse shot out to land behin Rantim. He whipped his axes out trapping Rantim across his throat. "Move an inch and he dies!"

[AbbotAlf0805]

My sword!" exclaimed Rantim dropping his claymore.

[W0NWILL]

"Glad to see yer listening. Now,  drop all yer food and weapons, they're mine now. Now, leave, go past the lake, a fair distance and I'll release this'un to foller yew."

[AbbotAlf0805]

Rantim nodded and dropped his things. Then fell over because he tripped. he grabbed a stick swung around at the strange mouse.

[W0NWILL]

Breersk took the swing full across his face and fell down with a squeak of dismay.

[AbbotAlf0805]

Rantim jumped on his claymore and pointed it at his neck.

[W0NWILL]

Breersk chuckled "Go on, kill me. But I know yer kind, too noble, if you kill me, a helpless creature, your conscience will be haunted ferever."

[AbbotAlf0805]

Just get up ye scumbag!" said Rantim putting his helmet back on.

[W0NWILL]

"Just one thing ye fergot..."  Breersk sprang up, "Ye fergot to disarm me." A battle to the death commenced.

[AbbotAlf0805]

Blast it!" yelled Rantim striking him with his claymore.

[W0NWILL]

Breersk sidestepped and the claymore grazed his side. Wincing he retaliated by holding his axes in a cross and charging.

[AbbotAlf0805]

Rantim did a feint attack at his legs then aimed for his head.

[W0NWILL]

Breersk, instead of jumping over the blade jumped backward instead of over and Rantim was caught unbalanced for a crucial moment, that moment was long enough for Breesk to dart forward and thrust his hilts towards Rantim's chest.

OOC: some of Breersk's attacks have to hit, just like some of your attacks have to hit.