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[Cornflower MM]

Arya was still following the tracks when she heard something behind her, then something whammed into her head. The squirrelmaid collapsed, unconscious. Then it started hurting, but she couldn't scream - There was something in her mouth. Oh, how she wished for the blackness! TShe smelled something foul, and heard a whisper, "Tell anyone, my girl, and you'll die. Understand? Oh, and tell Garth that Bren's not finished yet. Not by a long shot." She nodded, and counted to ten, waiting.

[The Skarzs]

Garth blinked, shaking his head violently to wake himself from the drugged stupor he had been in. What he saw was the dark undersides of leaves, but through the wooden bars of a pen. Sitting up, he felt a sharp jab in his back, and he turned to grab the object. A strange, colored beast crouched with a spear poking at Garth. "Dissa squirrelbeast wakeywakey!" it cackled.
The 'squirrelbeast' tugged at the spear. "Where am I? Who are you?"
A couple other Flitchaye came toward the pen, and the one freed his spear from Garth's grasp. He shook the weapon in his face. "We da Flitchaye!" Soon all the strange creatures were dancing around and screeching. "We da Flitchaye! We da Flitchaye!"

[Cornflower MM]

BIC: When she got to ten, Arya got up and found the tracks and again, and stumbled along them. Arya paused, sure she had heard something. There it was again! "We da Flitchaye! We da Flitchaye!" Drawing her hood over her head, she continued, trying to stay quiet. Very quietly drawing her sword, she drew in a breath and let it out. The squirrel started hobbling quickly straight for one of the creatures, letting loose her battle cry when she got close. "Bruuuuushtaaaiiiil!" The creature turned, and then the last thing he saw was a hooded figure with a bushy tail. She slew two more, then grabbed an arrow from her quiver and tossed it to Garth. "Use it to cut the ropes holding the cage." She said, parrying a spear then lunging forwards. It wasn't doing much good for her leg, and it hurt, but she fought on.

[The Skarzs]

Garth sawed at the ropes desperately with the arrow tip, the flint tip biting into the fibers. Soon he was free, and launched himself on a Flitchaye that was about to attack Arya from behind. He managed to stab it with it's own dagger, then used the weapon to help Arya. "We need to get out of here!"

[Cornflower MM]

Arya grunted in agreement, whacked a Flitchaye on the head with it's own spear, and started backing away from the fight, tugging her hood down.

[The Skarzs]

Garth pulled at Arya. "Get going; I'll make follow!"

[Cornflower MM]

Arya turned and started hobbling faster - Soon she was almost lost within the trees.



OOC: Hit PM limit.

[The Skarzs]

OOC: Ooooh.

BIC: Garth killed two more Flitchaye before he noticed Arya had been lost from sight. Oh no, he thought. He climbed into the branches of the trees and began hopping along the branches, effectively losing the Flitchaye. He saw a slight movement through the trunks; Arya.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya stopped to rest, sat down, and started rubbing her leg. Looking around, she thought about dropping her hood, but decided not to. What if Garth came along? She didn't really know what she was going to do about the whole thing, but she knew she'd figure something out.

[The Skarzs]

Garth saw Arya stop to rest, and he looked all around for signs of danger. Seeing none, he dropped down in front of her. "Thank you, Arya."

[Cornflower MM]

Arya visibly jumped, but recovered. "Your welcome. It was the least I could do." She said, nervously tugging on the hood of her cloak.

[The Skarzs]

"It's good you came when you did; I have an idea what they might have done with me, and I don't like it." Garth noticed Arya's nervousness. "Were you injured?"

[Cornflower MM]

"What? Yes, um, I mean, no. . . " Arya spluttered, finally trailing off.

[The Skarzs]

"Is it your head? I'd better take a look; head injuries can be bad. . ." He drew back Arya's hood from her face.

[Cornflower MM]

"NO!" Arya yelped, flinging her paws up over her damaged face, three seconds too late. There was a diagonal slash across her face, going across her left eye, going over her nose, and stopping at her right cheekbone. But, even worse, there was the letter B cut on the squirrel's left cheek.