Dannflower Reguba vs. Tarwin Rushbarl (Finish!)

[Dannflower Reguba]

Dannflower had made sure to come early, the quarry he had been to before, so he had already known how to fight his opponent, but Brockhall... No, he'd never visited the legendary abode of the badgers. It seemed like a place that forced you to fene your way along, with no alternative... It was too closely packed for his comfort. The store rooms was his goal, if he could get his rival, and himself into the store room, the their range of motion would skyrocket. The Infirmary was a little more spacious, and had many cots. Dormitories were filled with beds and other furniture to weave around, too much furniture, going backwards would be the death of either squirrel or otter. So it was settled in the squirrels mind, Store rooms! The call went out,....

"Tarwin vs. Danflower! Begin!"

.... And Dannflower Reguba, Champion of Redwall was ready for anything, and that included the burly Sea-otter that he was to face.
       
   

Tarwin Rushburrl Shellhound was also unfamiliar with the territory, so he had been roaming for the past few minutes. He, too, had found the store-room to be the most spacious, but he also had different thoughts. Neither of the competitors knew the way in here, the otter assumed, so wouldn't it be quite easy to get lost? Or, if you really had to flee, it would be difficult for your opponent to follow. Keeping these thoughts in mind, Tarwin tightened his grip on Corriam's Lance. Thank the seasons he had had it fixed since his last match! He could tell he was going to need it.

He stepped up to face Dannflower Reguba.

   
Dannflower scrutinized his opponent while he himself leaned nonchalantly on his blade, formerly Martins'. "Shall we get started?" The Reguba didn't wait for a response, he lunged forward with the pommel stone forward for an attempt at winding the otter, that would be the best way to start, as the otters' main advantage was his superior strength, their weapons were well matched, and the inclosure offered nothing for which either squirrel or otter could gain the upper-paw... This would be a game of wits.
   
   

Tarwin was grateful that he was a lithe otter. He spun to the side, avoiding the pommelstone. If he fell, the squirrel would easily finish him. He had to stay on his feet. Tarwin managed a smile. "Well, that wasn't much of an introduction, now was it!" He sprang forward with the lance, not intending to connect with the squirrel but drive him back. One way or another, they had to get to the store-rooms, or neither would be able to properly use their weapon. Tarwin drew back the lance quickly after his mock-strike, determined not to let the squirrel get a hold on the lance. He had learned from his previous battle.

   
   
Dannflower could tell by the indirect affrontation that Tarwins' mind was of his own, and therefore he didn't bother trying to stop the retreat to the one place where they had breathing room. As much for it as he was, he couldn't let the otter know that. He mocked a backwards stagger, and even let the lance prick under his fur, oh it hurt, but the assurance that he didn't want to go to the store rooms might make Tarwin a bit too eager. The squirrel hopped slightly to his left and swung slightly lopsidedly at his opponent coming from his right side.



Tarwin leaped back a pace and sucked in his stomach. Great seasons, that was close! He scowled, realising that the squirrel had forced him back. Apparently, Dannflower had no intentions of getting to the store-rooms...or did he? He seemed to be backing up in that direction. Well, whatever. It doesn't matter either way. Tarwin stabbed again, knowing that if they kept this method up, they could slowly make it to the larger fighting area.
But as they fought, yet another plan began forming in his mind. If his timing was right, and if Dannflower did exactly what he expected...the squirrel would be finished.



OOC: I'll reply to that in just a moment, thought I'd get the topic up right away though. 

[WarriorOfMossflower]

Great, thanks!

[Dannflower Reguba]

Dannflower hopped back and forth to avoid the thrusting point, "That's it! You've got it now! Left, right, left, right! Miss your opponent all around the floor!" The suddenly stopped the hop skipping and brought his blade down upon the sticking point of the lance, trying to slice off the tip using the ground.

[WarriorOfMossflower]

Tarwin saw the blade coming with miliseconds to spare. Quickly, he drove the lance-tip into the ground to save it and used the motion to swing himself forward, hoping to take the squirrel down with his greater weight. It was a desperate and dangerous move; the otter was well aware of the deadly blade of Martin's Sword.

[Dannflower Reguba]

Dannflower stuck the blade in the dirt and shoved while at the same time leaping backwards. He almost lost Martin's sword in the process, and nearly landed on the hilt to boot, but he was able to adjust his fall so as not to harm himself. He got up as fast as he could, dusting off his fur.

[WarriorOfMossflower]

Tarwin shoved his own footpaw between the blade and the lance, wincing as Martin's sword drew blood. The otter let a stone fly from his sling, then used the sling to wrap around the sword hilt. The otter heaved with all his might, trying to wrestle the sword from Dannflower's grip.

OOC: Are we fighting to the death?

[Dannflower Reguba]

OOC: Wait.... I'm like, 5 feet away from you....  And no, I figure we can go 'till one just reigns victor, not to the death.

[WarriorOfMossflower]

OOC: 5 feet? Okay, my sense of space is way off here. Do you want to restart from the beginning? I'm kind of confused.

[Dannflower Reguba]

OOC: I just shoved myself away from you to get away from the falling body, you've had plenty of time to retrieve your lance. We can just keep going in the hallway.

[WarriorOfMossflower]

OOC: Okay.

Tarwin stood panting for a moment, glaring at the squirrel. He whipped out his sling and chucked a stone at the squirrel before retreating back down the way they had come. Maybe Dannflower would accept it and continue on to the storeroom: the otter could only hope that this was the case.
He wasn't giving up. Oh no, he would never give up. But maybe this tactic would be more effective: there was no sense in draining himself of all energy before he reached the place where he would have maximum freedom to move his weapon.