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

[LT Sandpaw]

Bracklew was saved by the rusty blade, and his thick winter coat. Shank's blow acted more as a whip then a sword and left no more then a stinging red slice across Bracklew's back. The wound was shallow, but it was enough to cause Bracklew to slump forward, falling onto the ferret's body. Gritting his teeth together in desperation Bracklew swung the club blindly around in a wide arch, hoping to catch the weasel unprepared.

[Groddil]

Shank noticed Bracklew try to swing the club. With one paw. Completely blindly. The weasel jumped back and stepped out of the way of Third Eye, as the rat fired another arrow towards Bracklew.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe bit his claw, he didn't think he'd come this far.
"Vittles...my hat..." The weasel froze as he noticed Bracklew's attacks getting weaker.
"A few compliments...so, whatcha say, buddy?"

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"There is a lot of good food, Bunny, but the only thing wasting my appitite is thinking about the fact that we have to feed you, too! With you gone..." Alfhild leaned forward, bracelets jingling, and grabbed Petu's wrist.
"...there will be no extra mouths to feed. You useless, silly bunny."

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Rapshade's eyes narrowed as he leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.
Fangfang took that as a sign to go on and marched up to his old friend. "Please jus' be careful," he begged, "Alfy was lookin' at yer like--"
The ferret slapped a paw across the rat's snout after regaining his composure.

"I know and I will." He snapped, "I'm not blind. I don't care if y' forgive me for ruining you, honest I don't. I lack the time t' take care of an airheaded little rat, so stop playing games. You go back down there with me right now if you're ready t' be a real vermin, Fang, or get out of here. If'n one of them doesn't kill you first."

[Groddil]

The rat started fitting a third arrow to his bow, and aimed a kick at Roscoe.
"No. Shut yer trap, runt."

[Ashleg]

Roscoe yelped and plopped in the snow.
"Louse," he sneered, rolling over. "Frogwalloper."

--

Fang sniffed and brushed past Rapshade, heading down the stairs.
"R-right, Cap'n, I'm sorry."

"You had best be," hissed the ferret as he followed him. "You're a nuisance." He felt so torn he'd snapped.
As they silently reentered the Great Hall, Alfhild dropped Petu and began laughing.

Rapshade shuffled up beside Fang, keeping his eyes on the rat.
"I jus' missed ya," Fang whispered, causing his friend to pale.

"Spilling a drink on me isn't going to help your case."

[Groddil]

Third eye ignored Roscoe, loosing the arrow. The rat fitted yet another projectile to his bow, then spat at the weasel.
"Will ye shuddup? At least die quietly when Shank lops yer 'ead off."

OOC: @Sandpaw - You've got two arrows comin' your way, with about 5 seconds in between. Better duck.

[Hickory]

OOC: Groddil:

effective the squirrel was being at taking down his men, withdrew his sword point from Roscoe's neck.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Wha??
Also, waiting for Sand and then I'll psot.

[Hickory]

OOC: Men aren't in Redwall. Beasts are.

Groddil used the wrong word.

TRIGGERED

[Ashleg]

OOC-
I was thinking the same thing, but then I thought maybe he meant it as in male creatures? Just guys?
AnywaAaaaay, I lost self control.
IC-
"Not today he won't."
Roscoe began trying to inch away on all fours while the other vermin were preoccupied.

[LT Sandpaw]

The first shaft missed, thunking into the ferret's body having been loosed hastily. Bracklew unbalanced by the wild club swing stumbled, breaking  off the arrow lodged in his footpaw. Groaning the young squirrel struggled to his feet, only to duck again feeling the second arrow buzzed past his ears.

"Stop it!" He shouted at Third Eye. Warding off Shank, Bracklew charged around the weasel and rushed the rat archer, swinging with his club before Third Eye could get off another arrow.

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

Thanking the fates for Rapshade's good timing, Petu jumped away grabbing a nearby towel. "I'll get that mess cleaned up for you." He'd do anything to stay out of the reach of Alfhild's claws, and her teeth.

[Groddil]

Third-Eye yelped and dived out of the way of Bracklew's club. Shank growled, pulling Martin's Sword from the stoat's corpse.
"Fine sword, innit treerat?"
The weasel slashed at Bracklew.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe snickered and darted away, glancing over only once he was far away enough to be out of hearing range of both Bracklew and the vermin.
"Pity th' squirrel wound up like 'e did. Mayhaps if I go back t' Alfhild with th' news I killed Bracklew..."
The weasel's eyes narrowed, purple and intense.
Yes. That's exactly what he would do.
Then she wouldn't believe the others if they ever got back to her, and his safety would be in tact.
He headed off down the trail to Redwall, skipping again.
"Even if Alfhild's not there like they said, I could tell th' news to th' Abbot and still be given my vittles. I win either way!"

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"Shut up, Fangfang," Rapshade pleaded in a whisper, finding the rat's words taunting.
He glared hauntingly for a moment at Petu and then hustled Fang over to the table, farther away from Alfhild than before.
"You sit...there...and don't do anything stupid."

Fang cracked a grin and Rapshade couldn't tell if he understood or not, but he didn't care at this point.
"Petu, good idea..." the ferret trailed off, ears pricking as Alfhild beckoned him with a long filed claw.

"Conflicted?" The old ferret sneered, racing a paw around the rim of her glass.
"Cherry juice get in your ear?"

[LT Sandpaw]

Limping back Bracklew parried the sword swing, the club splintering in his paws as wood and blade connected. "It is a fine sword isn't it, and it'll be the blade I use to run you through vermin." He sneered, glancing quickly over his shoulder to where Third Eye was, the rat would needed to be dealt with before he could concentrate on Shank. It seemed Roscoe had made his escape at least, it was too bad the coward hadn't stuck around to help, but what could one expect from a weasel?

~*~*~*~*~*~

Moping up the mess with his rag Petu listened in on Alfhild and Rapshade's conversation, if it could be called that. His nose twitching miserably as he worked, rubbing the sticky juice clean. He was exhausted, sore, and hungry from the battle, and it seemed his life rested entirely on Rapshade's patience. He couldn't live long relying on that, he'd have to escape, and find someone to help Redwall.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
If you guys are gonna post tonight (or for Groddil...afternoon?), don't go too far ahead please.
I'll be at my Grandma's with no wifi.
IC-
Rapshade rolled his eyes and took his seat instead of walking closer to her.
"No, but I wish it had, 'cause then I wouldn't have t' hear your voice. Fang, spill more drinks on me!"

"Er, maybe later, Cap'n!" The rat snickered and turned on his chair to face Petu.
"Rap's so clever...Hey, wanna sit next to me?"

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