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

[Groddil]

Grenlik, who still had the dagger in his paw, twisted behind his back, nodded.
"Aye. I think I dropped it, "Swifty." Now, will ye move that spear away from me neck? Me paw is stuck..."
In a flash, the weasel's paw shot out from underneath his back, knocking the spear out of the way. The weasel gave a quick roll until he plopped into the snow.
"Everybeast! Kill the ferret!"

[Ashleg]

Rapshade smirked for a moment before trying to stop Fang's bleeding.
He didn't think he'd be able to.

Roscoe, and a few others who had stayed behind from the chase, glanced around.
"Kill the ferret? What's going on in there?" Roscoe asked, creeping up near Grenlik. "Why would we kill the ferret...?"

[Groddil]

Grenlik stood up, dagger drawn.
"Err, ya must've mis'eard me. Had snow in me gob. Don't kill 'im; Take 'im prisoner or th' Chief'll 'ave ALL our 'eads!"

[Ashleg]

"Right away!" Roscoe smirked, strutting up to the cabin.
Rapshade sneered out the door and prodded Roscoe in the chest.
"You're not taking me prisoner. I'll walk up to Alfhild myself, and then we'll see what she'll do to me. I'm not scared of some silly old lady ferret."

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Sorry Sage I've been busy.

IC:

As Petu fled into the gathering morning light a strange buzzing sound filled his tall ears. Mingling with the shouts of pursuing vermin, and pounding footpaws it was barely distinguishable. For a brief moment the young rabbit considered what it could be; then it hit him.

With a cry he tumbled head over heels smashing into the snow. Adrenaline coursed through his tired body as he furrowed, and he hardly noticed himself regaining his paws mid-tumble and continuing to run. He ran as he had never ran before, and as many beasts say nothing is faster then a hare in a full gallop, but a rabbit is a close second. Before he knew it Petu smashed headlong into the main gates of Redwall, bouncing off to land on the snowy road. The sounds of pursuit were no more, and only the morning birdsong could be heard.

"Oi' who goes there mate." A shrew in a Vigil uniform glared over the wall at Petu, either blind or not caring that he had an arrow sticking out of his back.

"Vermin," Petu gasped pointing over his shoulder.

"We bloody well know mate, we've been trying to warn beasts this whole time. Stupid woodlanders never listen till the trouble is right on them."

"Redwallers, Duncan hurt, we need help." Petu attempted to explain, though he had a hard time as his longs felt like they were about to burst. The shrew's eyes popped wide and he hefted a surprisingly large mace.

"Why didn't ye say so mate?" The shrew hollered, "I'll gather the warriors, oh and come in and get that shaft pulled out, it ain't proper to have those things sticking out willy nilly."

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"It's fine for now, I'll live..." Bracklew said shakily, glancing over his shoulder. "We need to get back to Redwall, before they catch up." He searched around trying to spot any vermin through the trees. "Who else came besides Duncan?" He asked suddenly a grateful warmth rising in his chest. One that almost blocked out the pain radiating from his arm, almost.

[Hickory]

"Petu, Fangfang, Asher's team..." Ava watched the vermin start to speed up sir advance towards the abbey. "We've got to stay ahead of the horde."

The black squirrel nodded absently. "I'll go on ahead and tell the main group that we're coming. Good luck."

Asher climbed into a tree, and the rustling of leaves faded as he sped off.

[Groddil]

Grenlik pulled himself up and snatched a spear from a nearby rat.
"Ye truly are mad. Th' Chief 'ates ye. If ye want ta think ya cin jus' walk up to 'er an' demand power, I don' know 'ow ye survived this long. Idiot. An' ye should be scared. Even if she don' kill yer, Fardan will."

[LT Sandpaw]

They hurried on as Asher disappeared into the trees, snow crunching underpaw. Bracklew was beginning to feel the stress of rough living. Having not eaten in nearly two days and coupled with the sever blood loss he'd suffered the squirrel was exhausted. He pressed on doggedly, but even single minded determination couldn't support his broken body.

"Ava, Ava I need to sit down." Bracklew said stumbling to a stop. "I need a break, don't worry I'll be fine in a moment."

[Ashleg]

"At least I can talk right," Rapshade retorted, not taking Grenlik seriously at all.
"Well? Are we going back to camp or not?"

[Hickory]

"Alright Bracklew, but if you need me to carry you on my ba-"

A glistening rapier tip emerged from Ava's torso. As the badger's eyes slowly started to cloud over, a low cackle started from behind her. Fardan triumphantly pulled his rapier out from Ava's body and stood victorious over the dead badgermum. "Run, Bracklew! Hide and seek is one of my favorite games..."

[Groddil]

"Heh, I don' need ta talk right ta be able ta kill. Yer friend was dumber'n I am, an' look what 'appenned ta him."
The weasel prodded Rapshade with his spear.
"Oh, aye. We'll go back, but ye'll be un'er guard the 'ole walk. An' when we get there, don' expect no favors from me."

[Ashleg]

"I don't want favors from you; I don't want favors from anybody. Lead the way," Rapshade mused, grinning wickedly as he stepped back to allow Grenlik to pass.

[Groddil]

Grenlik prodded Rapshade with his spear once more.
"Filthcoat, lead th' way. Waxnose, Dirtbrain, keep yer blades trained on th' ferret."

[Ashleg]

Rapshade snickered as he followed them, every couple minutes throwing out a casual insult or something of the sort. "Filthcoat? That's proof right there that my mother loved me, she didn't name me that..."

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Is Fardan not even slightly surprised that Bracklew got free? Actually, he probably predicted it was going to happen.

IC:

He had no strength to run, and fighting certainly wasn't an option. Bracklew watched in shock as Ava fell slain upon the snow. His pulse quickened and by pure instinct he darted up a tree, half drawing his sword. He sat out of the wildcat's reach unwilling to leave Ava laying there, he tried to convince himself she wasn't dead, but in the back of his mind he knew it wasn't true.

"Get away from her!" He screeched doing his best not to faint and fall off the branch. "Get away from her you vermin-cat-filth!" It was difficult to cling on with one paw, and the thin tree shook terribly scattering snow towards the earth. Bracklew dug his claws in, choking back a sob.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Fastooth was caught up in the chase; so caught up in fact that he didn't notice the number of creatures with him dwindling drastically. Most of the vermin, without one of the horde commanders to urge them on had faltered, and wandered away from the action, slowly returning to the camp, or joining Grenlik in guarding his prisoner. Fastooth on the other paw pressed on doggedly, guided by the crows who flew ahead screeching in the excitement of the hunt. As he burst out of a clearing directly behind the stretcher carrier his shout of,
"We got'cha!" Was slightly diminished by the fact that only a single skinny ferret jumped out next too him. Two crows also landed beside them, which included Grah, and while she was a force to be reckoned with, was no match for the shrew led cohort of Vigil and otter crew warriors who burst out from the other side of the clearing brandishing a wide array of weaponry.

For a moment Fastooth waited, expecting the rest of his squadron to join him. The rat's ears drooped when he realized that the hunters had inexplicitly just become the hunted. He grinned cheekily at the squirrel Harnam, dropping his spear.
"Ahem, we uh, we surrender."

"Creeaah no!" Grah screeched rising into the air flapping away into the early morning closely followed by her last remaining crow.

OOC: Groddil I've been controlling the Vigil for a bit, if you don't like that, or want to take them back please do so.