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

[LT Sandpaw]

 Muttering something under his breath Fastooth struggled remain passive, but inside he steamed like hot hotroot soup on a cold morning. Roweled up as he was the big rat lost some of his tact and he pointed accusingly at his ferret tormenter.
"Oh aye, an' yer gonna be th' one runnin' about screaming bloody murder when somebeast drops a stone o'er th' wall and crushed through th' ram's roof an' it lands on yer toe."

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Scrabbling desperately Bracklew retreated towards the hollow's exit, his ears pinned to the sides of his head. He still couldn't draw his sword, and the small amount of drug still in his system was growing stronger by the second.
"No, stop!" Bracklew shouted panic ringing in his voice. Pain had become a part of Bracklew's life, but there was a strange revulsion to the idea of being eaten after death. A panic Bracklew hadn't even felt when facing Alfhild or Fardan. His throat clenched up and a wail of terror escaped his lips as Jergle moved ever closer.

An animalistic desire to flee overpowered his willpower to stay and fight, to try and save his new mentor and friends. Bracklew drugged and confused as he was succumbed to this instinct and he turned tail and fled. Running into the wall before breaking out into the snow and dying sunlight in an utter panic, a panic that served him well to momentarily suppress the fast acting drowsiness that threatened to knock him out at any moment. Scattering snow left and right the young squirrel made his escape on all three paws, racing willy-nilly into the winter woodland.

[Ashleg]

Rapshade seized Fastooth by the collar and shook him harshly. "I'm not going t' be working, you fat idiot!"

"Now, now." Said Alfhild, kicking a pebble towards him.
"You might as well attack now if you're so sure it's ready. We'll be waiting by the trees for the moment we see the door break down."

OOC-
@LT Sandpaw
Could you maybe post in the duel? If you want? I have nothing to do and I'm really hyped for it now that we've got it going.   

[Groddil]

Mortembell nodded.
"We're going to Moledeep. Going to see a specialist, try and find the vermin that did this to Fang."

*****

Shadomay and Drubble stood proudly next to one wallgate.
"Alright, that's the chains done. Got the lock?"
"Aye."
"Got the key."
"Yes zu-marm."
"Good."
Drubble snapped the lock onto the chains of the little wicker wallgate, and the two creatures started walkign to the next one.

*****

Jergle, cleaver in paw, trudged after Bracklew. He knew that the squirrel couldn't get far with 2 paws, and the drug in his system. He'd catch him eventually. And then... Then he would eat at last.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Cccchhhhhaaarm?
IC-
"Mind if I join you?" Duncan mused, sneaking up behind them.
"I wouldn't mind doin' the ole one-two on some good for nothing vermin! ...No offense," he said with a nod at Fangfang.

[Groddil]

Charm sighed.
"I see you as having several options. You can go join Spinoraz on his fool's errand and avenge your tribe in death, you can join up with the Vigil, as a lot of former Guosim are among our ranks. Or, you can stay at Redwall. The only other option would be to strike out on your own and try to begin again. But I wouldn't recommend that. Mossflower might be beautiful, but everywhere outside the Abbey walls is one giant deathtrap."

*****

Mortembell nodded.
"None taken, and if you want to come, do it. Just... don't be surprised when you meet the specialists. They're... not like you."

OOC: What happened to Gruddil?

[Ashleg]

OOC-
He's yours...
So. 
IC-
"We'll join with the Vigil and then leave once this is all finished. Sound like a good plan?" Benyo asked, tilting his head.
He certainly couldn't die now because he had to be around to keep the Guosim together until somebeast more fitting came along.
Perhaps one of the shrews they'd separated from on the trail would find them again..

--

"No worries. I've seen many things." Duncan huffed gruffly.
"If you're gonna worry about one of us than it should be Fangfang. Lead the way!"

[Groddil]

OOC: He's Sage's.

BIC:

Mortembell shrugged.
"If you say so, Duncan. Just... don't go crazy."
The vixen led them towards the fenced-off area of the lawn.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Whup. SAAAAAGE!
*flips Duncan through window*
IC-
They followed closely after her, Duncan sometimes having to redirect Fang's attention.

[Hickory]

OOC:


I'll think of something. It's 7 am here, so don't pressure me.

[LT Sandpaw]

Stumbling over roots and even his own footpaws Bracklew continued his flight through the snowy trees. His breath came in ragged gasps as he continuously threw glances over his shoulder, occasionally seeing Jergle following patiently behind.

Why would a mouse be hunting him so ruthlessly? What would drive a creature to do this? A mouse of all things-a mouse! A plan formed in Bracklew's desperate mind and he searched about looking for a likely tree. If he could get up high enough, and dig in, he'd be able to wait out the effects of the drug out of the rodent's reach.

Sinking his claws into the bark of a likely tree Bracklew attempted to climb, pulling himself up nearly two full body lengths before his lone forepaw gave out and he fell back with a cry into the snow. Jergle was closer now, running steadily through the snow. Bracklew struggled to his paws, and continued, rushing to the next available tree, this time a pine. Using strength born of desperation Bracklew scaled the tree, his arms shaking with the effort. Jergle came faster now, sensing his prey would soon be out of reach. Both squirrel and mouse moved faster, in a race of life and death. Bracklew could see the lowest of the pine branches, just within reach, he grabbed hold of it as Jergle jumped.

"Aaaagh!" Bracklew yelled out as pain seared from his tail tip. Jergle's clever cut through mostly puffy fur, but a small amount of flesh as well, the shock of which nearly caused Bracklew to lose his grip on the tree branch. The young warrior gritted his teeth climbing higher, having an easier time of it now that he had branches to use as paw holds. Only when he was a fair distance up did Bracklew dare look back to see what the mouse was doing.

[Hickory]

Asher started to regain sense in his limbs. The drug was still numbing his brain, but he became painfully aware of the pins and needles in his extremities. Sitting himself against the wall, he waited until Harman was able to move better. Hopefully Bracklew could keep Jergle distracted for long enough.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Also...
Benyo.
You forgot Charm.

[LT Sandpaw]

"Fat idiot?" Fastooth snarled, aggressively slapping Rapshade's paws away. "I'll give ye fat idiot, ye skinny, good-fer nothin', flea ridden, tree-mouse lover!" Fastooth had his dagger half drawn when Alfhild made her suggestion. The rat's ears perked up and he shoved the dagger back into its sheath, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Aye, why don' ye lead th' attack Rappy, ol' cully." Fastooth slapped Rapshade on the back in a strange turn of camaraderie. "Yer right ye know, I ain't that skilled at leadin' yet, mayhap a seasoned raider like yerself might 'ave a trick or two ter show me eh?"

~*~*~*~*~

There was a pattering of paws behind the hare, rat, vixen trio and Petu came up beside them. The young rabbit was looking far better after his stay in the infirmary, though he still sported a swath of bandages across his bare back.
"Hoy chums, any room left for a lonely rabbit?" He asked jovially throwing an arm around Fang's shoulders for support. "Miss Hummingwolf just released me from the infirmary, and I supposed I could come join my pals for a stroll."

[Ashleg]

Rapshade had his own weapon drawn by the time Fastooth quit yowling.
He countered back, eyes lighting angrily, "If y' don't know, I'm one on Alfhild's level now, so you'd better cease the sneering!"

Alfhild glared at him though remained silent.

Giggling airily, the dark-furred ferret went on, nudging Fastooth in a forcedly friendly manner. "...Really! So how about y' come with me, mate? I am sure I can show you a lot."

--

Fang looked up at Petu and grinned, nodding hopefully at the two older creatures.
Duncan wiggled his ear.
"Can't say why not, wot! Petu and I are pretty similar if you ask me. Two loyal beasts that know how to pack the scoff away!"

[Groddil]

Mortembell raised her eyebrow.
"I don't know. This is important, kid."

*****

OOC: Bad Snadpwa! No PPing!

BIC:

The old mouse sat in the snow.
"Come down, morsel. I can out wait you. No, I can't. But I don't need to."
He picked up a large rock and hurled it upwards.