Long Patrol Dueling Tournament

[Hon Rosie]

Attention, you scruffy lot! The Long Patrol is here to whip this Abbey into shape, and what better way to do that than a jolly old dueling contest?

The rules are simple: no killing and nothing below the belt, wot! Keep it clean, you chaps! It's every beast for themselves in here.

The winner shall receive a seed cake baked by my beautiful self!

Have at it!

[Sabretache]

Indeed, marm. Let's hope this idle lot can fight better 'n they drill! C'mon, you chaps an' chappesses, step to it, wot!

[Midge Manycoats]

Oh, jolly good wheeze m'am, wot wot! Capital idea!
Now get to it, you lot! Enough standin' around!

[Master Sergeant Bann]

Right, let's get to it, chaps. *draws a fencing rapier* Eulaliaaaaaaa!

[Buckworthy Crumshaw]

Give 'em the old one-two, across the board, chaps!
But I do say, none 'ave appeared t'challenge us yet!

[Master Sergeant Bann]

*stops in his track* I dare say the blighters are all scared stiff of us, wot wot.

[W0NWILL]

In marches a hare a little taller than average, wearing a sergeants colours, "I'll be the first to face you blinkin' bounders, wot!" Wonwill raises his paws and assumes a boxing stance, one knee slightly bent and the other straight out behind him.

[Dannflower Reguba]

"I'm disgusted with the violent ways of the Long Patrol. I am Dannflower Reguba, Champion of Redwall, and defender of PEACE."

[Ungatt Trunn]

Nowon dares challenge the great Ungatt Trunn!!! I can take you all on!!!

[Midge Manycoats]

Ha! This is better, eh wot! Now, who to go for first...

[Rainshadow]

  "I came to the Abbey in peace!  What happened to peace?"  Ash looked around, slightly confused.  She drew her hand and a half sword, sighing.  "C'mon, Gorroto, let's do a duel.  Seems like there's no other choice, unless we want to clean the kitchens."  She stopped talking, realizing that she had been speaking to her sword.  In public.

[Ungatt Trunn]

"HA, HA, HA!" Ungatt Trunn laughed at the embarissed Rainshadow.

[Rainshadow]

  (OOC:  Actually, the character that I'm using (who's based off of me ) is named Ash.  I know, I know, the name has nothing to do with my username, but she's the closest to my personality)

  BIC:  Ash glared at Ungatt Trunn.  "Stop it, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great Grandfather!" she spat, lifting Gorroto and holding him in a defensive position.
  Looking at Hon Rosie, the wildcat asked, "Permission to attack my ancestor, marm?"

[Sabretache]

*steps in* Permission granted, by all means, missie! Let 'em have it, all of ye!

[Rainshadow]

  Ash let out a loud yowl, charging at Ungatt, Gorroto raised above her head and ready to come crashing down on the older wildcat's helmet.  "WILDFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRREEEEE!!!!!!"