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

[Ashleg]

Roscoe stumbled back and put his paws on Bracklew's shoulders, grinning nervously.
"Y-yessir, just doin' what th' Cheif ordered as this'n 'ere tried ta escape and I caught 'im!" He tightened his grip a bit. "Right, Treerat?"

--

Maxy scampered forward, batting his paws.
"Me, I wan' fit' an' save Rwedwall!"

The elder stuck out a paw and scooped him up, shaking his head.
"You will do no such thing, little one."

[LT Sandpaw]

"Nothing t'all chief, I was jus' askin' chief Rapshade if he wanted me ter take this slave down to th' cellars, so e' wasn't takin' up space during our feast." The rat stepped back, placing his paws on his hips. "Apparently he'd rather th' bunny stuck around, I suppose th' we'll just have to deal with the stink eh?"

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Bracklew's eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms defiantly. He might have gone along with the ploy, if it hadn't been for the fact that Martin's sword was plainly still strapped to his hip, and there was only two vermin facing them. If Roscoe didn't run it would be an even fight, and Bracklew was done running. Maybe he could warn the two vermin off without having to battle them.
"Don't call me treerat Roscoe, and I ain't his prisoner." Bracklew said in his gruffest voice, trying his best to look tough. It didn't help that his eyes were still a little tear stained, and he was shivering a bit from the cold, but the point came across nonetheless. "We're traveling through here to Redwall, and if you don't want trouble, you'd best move along."

[Ashleg]

"Yeah, to Redwall because that's where Alfhild is taking over!" Roscoe gasped, stomping on Bracklew's tail.
"So I can return...the...prisoner?"

--

Alfhild wrinkled her nose, waving a paw exaggeratedly.
"Stink as he may, naught stinks as much as you trying to get into other creatures' business. Run along with your mates--if you have any. These chairs are reserved for the Three."

Rapshade cracked a smile--he almost wanted to congratulate her for that.
Fastooth reminded him so much of Saltooth.
"Gotta be careful round rats," said the ferret as he watched Fang haul himself back up.
"Th' addlebrains are either know-it-alls or dim as night."

[Groddil]

Three more vermin emerged from the bushes. One pointed at Bracklew.
"Oi, Shank, get th' mud out of yer eyes. That treerat's got a sword. A nice sword. I could 'ave that..."
Shank kicked the stoat roughly.
"Shuddup addlebrain. Nobeast'll 'ave that blade but me. You ain't goin' ta Redwall. It's ours! Only way you're goin' is six feet inta th' dirt!"
The weasel drew his sword. The four other vermin looked at him briefly, before readying their own rusty weapons.

[LT Sandpaw]

"Ouch, don't step on my tail you idiot." Bracklew hissed angrily to Roscoe, wincing as the weasel's sharp claws dug into the sensitive appendage. "Stay behind me, there's more then I expected."
Drawing his sword Bracklew went into the basic guard, licking his dry lips nervously. Fighting two would have been challenging enough, he wasn't sure he could best five.

"What do you mean Redwall is yours?" Bracklew enquired, trying to draw time so that he could formulate a strategy. "The only bit of Redwall you scum would get, is a mass burial in the ditch."

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If Fastooth's glare could have been any more vicious, it would have torn Rapshade's heart out and eaten it. The rat looked enraged, but he kept calm, though his current mood showed in the jerky movements of his salute. "Aye chiefs, I'll be goin'." Sending one last murderous stare towards the foursome the rat stalked away grumbling under his breath.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe shrunk behind Bracklew, giving way to his cowardice. "Bracky, I'm runnin'. The ferret said if I couldn't return t' 'er with a successful way into Redwall, I shouldn't return at all. I can't do it, I'm just a thief!" The weasel wailed, shoving past Bracklew as he tried hysterically to get through the guards.

--

Rapshade simply leaned back in his chair and waved, grinning as Fastooth stalked away as if he knew all of the rat's secrets. "Buh-bye."
A mouse and a hedgehog hurried out of the kitchen and began to set the table, one hesitatingly pouring wine in Alfhild's glass.
She took a swig and glanced at Rapshade, raising an eyebrow in interest.
"You're horrible."

"Am I?"

"You are. You don't know when to stop. You make them hate you until they hate themselves for not being able to hate you more."

Rapshade grinned. "So it's a good kind of horrible. Ah, look, appitizers! You want something, Petu?"

[Groddil]

Shank laughed.
"A mass burial in the ditch? Only beasts in the ditch are a couple o' Vigil, an' a Dibbun that Vaskor slaughtered. Now that was a sight to see. We got in easy enough. Batterin' ram to the gates, then took their leader 'ostage. We 'ad full run o' the place by the time the Vigil showed up. Once Vaskor stabbed that likkle un, they left right quick. An' because o' this delay, I'm missin' th' victory feast!"
As Roscoe tried to escape, one of the stoats swung his rusty axe at the weasel.
"Back, filth. If'n ye ain't one of us, then ye 'ave two options. Join, or die. An' yer too much of a coward ta join. DIE!"

[Ashleg]

Screeching, Roscoe tumbled to the ground in an attempt to avoid the axe.
"I'll join---rejoin!" The weasel gaped, scrambling back to his paws. "Rejoin, yes, I was Alfhild's spy..."

[Hickory]

Rusk gritted his teeth as Grant was shoved into the kitchen. "Father Abbot, we can't argue. What we can do is make food for the horde, so we aren't all slaughtered for disobeying."

OOC: Sorry. I hope that's good enough.

[Ashleg]

"Make food for the horde...mmmh, I can't imagine giving them anything but a knuckle sandwich." Grant hesitated and then rolled up his sleeves, looking for something to do.
"What? Abbots can have violent thoughts too!"

[LT Sandpaw]

 "Roscoe stay back, you're going to get us both killed!" Bracklew shouted as Roscoe leapt forward. Ignoring Shank's barbed words, and determining them as lies Bracklew surged after Roscoe sword point first. He stabbed towards the axe wielding stoat catching the creature off guard.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
What do you mean by "dealt with", is he trying to attack Roscoe or save him?

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Troubles with grammar,
The axe-wielding stoat is dealing with Roscoe, as in swinging his axe at him. Bracklew is attacking the stoat while he is distracted.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Okay, and if you could post with Petu, Rapshade asked him something.
IC-
Roscoe backed up and tried to flee in the opposite direction, really not caring.
He shoved a weasel out of the way and while the creature was confused began running.
"I'll see ya one day, Treerat, be careful now!"

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: I was waiting for Groddil but he's taking too long. 

IC:

"Uh, no thank you I'm not very hungry." Petu lied, just as his stomach growled loud enough for some foxes, sitting a short distance away, to turn and look at him. In truth Petu wasn't sure he could eat, even though he was starving. The thought of eating at the victory feast while Redwallers wasted away in the cellars disgusted him, but as the savory scents from the appetizers reached his nose, the rabbit caved to his desires. "Maybe just a little then." He murmured in defeat.