Redwall Isn't Safe Anymore! (Is Redwall as Safe as they Say it is? Part Two)

[LT Sandpaw]

Bracklew quickly claimed the sword grimacing at Rapshade. "I don't want to kill you, but..." Bracklew made a quick slash with the blade leaving a slight gash in Rapshade's cheek. Not dangerous, or even overly painful, but it would sting for a while.

"Don't betray me again ferret," He growled wiping the blade off on the side of Vadoma's tent before thrusting into his belt. "Hopefully I'll never see you again. Oh, if you ever get around to killing your aunt, go ahead and shove a knife in Fardan's back as well." That said Bracklew slipped out of the tent scampering away towards the trees. Dodging around tents, and resting vermin until he had escaped into the camps outskirts. Even that little bit of exertion left him panting. He had lost too much blood; if it came to outpacing anybeast he'd get captured again. Hopefully, for once, he'd get lucky and not run into any patrols.

[Ashleg]

Fangfang screeched and jumped out of the way, almost slipping on the snow.
Now he was glad Grenlik had given him the dagger, grinning determinedly.
"Hah, I was never on yer side ta begin with! I'm loyal t' Redwall H'Abbey, and always will be!" The rat cried, and in a flash of yellow fur he lunged at Grenlik.
In the back of his mind, Alfhild's name was ringing bells...
Loud, horrible bells.

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Rapshade gasped and pressed a paw to his cheek, smirking at the squirrel in a way that gave off mixed signals. He walked out after him and gave a sore nod.
"Touché. Looks like you're heading in the direction of the ambush--apparently there's a group there looking for you. Thought you'd like to know." The ferret grinned for less than a second before tearing off in the direction of the horde's pawprints, which still decorated the snow.

[Groddil]

"You traitor! You lying, filthy little growth-stunted traitor!"
Grenlik skillfully sidestepped Fangfang's amateurish lunge. He gripped his spear near the tip and swung the tough, wooden handle in the rat's path.

[Ashleg]

Fangfang doubled over, winded by the blow.
"I don't e'en..know yew."

[Groddil]

Grenlik in front of Fangfang, spear poised.
"Ye fool, ya do know me. I'm the beast who's sendin' ye t'Hellgates!"
The weasel thrust his spear forwards towards the rat's chest.

[Ashleg]

Fangfang yelped in shock and dropped to the ground before Grenlik could do any more harm, not knowing how much longer he could keep this up.
"Who are you?!" He cried.

[Groddil]

"Are ye deaf, rat? Me name's Grenlik, but ye can call me death!"
The weasel cackled evilly and thrust his spear downwards.

[Ashleg]

"Rapshade!" Fang blurted, rolling over at the last minute so the spear narrowly missed him.
"Now I know, yer workin' fer Evil Auntie Alfhild!" Half of him wanted to run screaming outside, but he had no idea where to go.

[Groddil]

"Evil Auntie Alfhild? How c'n she be yer aunt, rat?"
Grenlik tossed his spear aside, snatching up the dagger that Fang had dropped. He knelt on the ground beside the rat, dagger inches from Fang's throat.
"Listen t'me. Ye move, an' ye die. We're takin' ye t'Alfhild."

[Hickory]

OOC: As I plan out my next posts I hath but a humble question: what time is it in the RP?

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Night/really early morning when it's still dark out.
IC-
Fang's eyes went wide.
"N-n-no..."

[Groddil]

"Y-y-yes. So, 'ere's what we're gonna do. Yer gonna git up. I'mma put me dagger ta yer throat, an' we're gonna walk outta here towards the camp. If any of ya friends try'n save ya, I kills ya. Understand?"

[Hickory]

OOC: Why is Grenlik bothering to take prisoners in a fight like this? Alfhild will have his life...

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Alfhild goes as far back with Fang as she does with Rapshade...
IC-
Fangfang shook his head.
"B-but why?! I didn't do anythin' t'yer!"

"He's right, y' know. Why not ease that dagger away from his throat, Grenlik?" Rapshade snapped, appearing behind the two with a glare in his eyes.
He recognized Alfhild and Duncan in the fray, fighting eachother, and Ava and Petu. None of whom he cared about.

[Groddil]

Grenlik pushed the dagger even closer to Fangfang's throat.
"You. 'Ow d'ye know me name, ferret? An' how'd ye escape?"
Grenlik shot a glance outside, to where Alfhild was.
"CHIEF! RAPSHADE'S GOTTEN LOOSE!"