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[Cornflower MM]

"Yes, let's go Garth." She said firmly, grabbing her stick, and starting t O walk off. But then this 'Bren' s topped in front of her. "Hey, I didn't even get your name!" He protested. "Get some ears, stupid! Now, let me pass." She c ommanded. Bren just stood thete, folding his paws. Arya growled, passed her stick in Garth ' direction, and punched him in the jaw, then in the stomach. "Move, or I do it again." She said firmly. He moved.

OOC BLIND Simeon, PM me and I'll explain everyt h ing....Just please don't post here any more!

[The Skarzs]

Garth walked past Bren, handing Arya back her stick. Bren laughed as he passed, holding his gut.
"She's cute; I'll give her that."

[blindsimeonjtp]

OOC I apologize

[Cornflower MM]

Arya paused, her eyes turning even  more stormy blue than last night. She turned slowky. "WHAT did you just say?" She growled. In the small logical part of her brain she knew that if Garth didn't stop her, she'd quietly likely hurt this guy. But, nothing short of a full - on tackle would stop her. Well, okay, less than that. But not much.

OOC WOULD YOU QUIT POSTING!!!!!!!!!

[The Skarzs]

Garth stepped directly in front of Arya. "Easy now; there's no need for you to get violent here. Despite his. . . attitude. . ." he looked hard at Bren. ". . . we still own him our lives."
The other squirrel sniffed. "Danged right, you do. Say, I have nothing to do, what do you two say if I travel with you a while? Good! I might get to know you, pretty well." He winked at Arya, and Garth ground his teeth.
"Just. . . don't. . . kill. . . him," he gritted out.

[Cornflower MM]

"Alright. I won't kill him." Arya said, then she took off her pack and layer her stick down, Bren watching her In amusement.  She grinned, and leaped on him, and then they started fighting. She punched his face, and he slapped her thigh, hard. She screamed in pain and rage, and bit his ear, kicking. And so it contimued.

[The Skarzs]

"Not what I meant!" Garth tore the two apart, holding Arya with his paw and pointing his ace at Bren. "Fighting will get us nowhere, alright? Arya, you need to calm down. You. . ." he pointed the axe closer, ". . . need to think about what's best for your health." He turned back to the female squirrel. "Are you alright?"

[Cornflower MM]

"Did you hear what he was saying?!? He deserved it! And, no, I'm not okay! He slapped the stab wound. You think that's a walk in the park?!? " Arya demanded, still furious. But she accepted it. "Fine, Garth. But there is no way he's traveling with us." She spat.

[The Skarzs]

Garth smiled slightly as he turned to Bren. "You heard the lady, pretty boy (OOC: didn't know how else to put it)."

[Cornflower MM]

OOC Lady is fine.

BIC Arya wiggled a little bit. "WWould you let me go? I promise I won't hurt him. Unless he disrespects me again." The squirrelmaid promised.

[The Skarzs]

"Sorry." Garth let Arya go, and lowered his axe. He hoisted his pack and watched Bren stand silently, his stupidly handsome face messed up a little from Arya's attack.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya sighed, "It's okay." Then she went over to her oack, and lifted it. Then she noticed s omething, and freaked out. "Where's my sword? My bow, and dagger? My quiver?" She asked, then she bounded over to Bren. "Where are they? Or so help me, I'll finish what I started." She threatened. Of course, she wasn't going to break her promise, but did Pretty Boy know that? No.

[The Skarzs]

"Hey, hey! Easy, they're right here." He set them down in front of Arya, still smiling. "Why so feisty, beautiful?

[Cornflower MM]

Arya looked over to Garth. "Hey, Garth, can I punch him again? Just once?" She asked, grabbing them and settling the weapons into their proper places. The dagger in her left boot, the quiver top poking over the top of her left shoulder, and her sword hanging from her left hip. Reverse draws were quicker, after all.

[The Skarzs]

"Let's just get going." Garth set out, turning and walking backwards after a few steps to make sure Arya was doing alright and not beating up Bren again.