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

[Ashleg]

Duncan twirled his knife.
"It absoballylutely is!" He exclaimed. "Challenge accepted, foe Bracklew!" The hare let out a battle cry and began hacking away at some lettuce.

Grant blinked repeatedly and gave an awkward little laugh before slinking away unnoticed and closing the door behind him.

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Rapshade nodded and couldn't help but feel a little bit of appreciation for the mole.
He could almost grow to like him.

--

Roscoe yowled out in defiance, "Superiors?! If that's how it is, then I hate you, too!"
The next thing he knew he was standing outside the cage with a different cloak on.
The weasel scoffed and narrowed his eyes. "Nice try, Charm, but I'm not doin' this with my paws tied--an' I said if I'm gonna do this that I'm gonna do it my way, so there's no need fer this cloak an' a fancy stroll. I'm gonna walk through the woods, find a nice little tree, an' pretend t' be asleep. Got it, riverdoggy?"

[Groddil]

Charm looked down her snout at the weasel.
"Fine. But make no mistake, you run, we kill you."
The otter called out to Asher.
"Change o' plans. Follow 'im through the woods 'til 'ee stops. When 'ee does, be ready."

[Hickory]

Asher motioned to Brush and Harnam, they immediately hoisted Charm up into the trees. Asher apologized. "Sorry, marm, but Roscoe's need to be the only tracks. Harnam, guide her. Brush, Applelad, keep your weapons ready. Fire as soon as both of our targets are in sight."

[Groddil]

Charm took a spare bow from one of the squirrels. She motioned to the forces down below, who turned their weapons away from Roscoe and joined One-Ear and Needle's scouting party. The otter fired an arrow near Roscoe's footpaws.
"Hurry up, weasel! The next one may not miss..."

[Ashleg]

"Wh-what are you doing?! Untie my paws, addlebrain!" Roscoe snapped, glaring up at Charm and the others. "I can't walk with ropes round my paws!"

[Groddil]

OOC: Whoopsies.

BIC:
Charm sighed with resignation. She took a knife from her belt and threw it down to Roscoe.
"Cut 'em yerself!"

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Poor forgotten Drubble...
IC-
Roscoe leaned heavily forward and caught the knife in his teeth.
"Thanks f' yore considderashion!" The weasel remarked around the dagger's handle, looking snide as he cut through the ropes around his wrists.
He transferred the weapon to his paws and sliced through the ropes that bound his footpaws.
Sticking the dagger into his belt, the weasel shrugged the tattered cloak off and pulled his own red cloak around him.
"I'm goin' now!" He glared up into the trees and then started on his way, weaving and slinking around trees and bushes so that his pawprints became intermingled and hard to follow.

[Hickory]

OOC: Just for the record, there aren't any other tracks around, and Brush is an expert tracker. What exactly does Roscoe plan to do?

BIC: Asher gripped Charm's bow. "Don't you know anything about secrecy? Muddle won't bite if'n yore shooting arrows at Roscoe's feet, no matter how much the weasel deserves it."

[Ashleg]

OOC-
He's just giving them a hard time.

[Groddil]

OOC-
Poor forgotten Drubble...

OOC: Hey, it takes time to track someone down.

BIC:
Supported by several squirrels, Charm was carried swiftly through the trees. The otter struggled to stay still; she was used to being on firm ground. No matter how difficult Roscoe's pawprints became to follow, the skill of Asher's team kept them hard on his tail.

*****

Mortembell felt somebeast tug on her robe. Turning around, she rolled her eyes. It was Drubble.
"For the last time, I am NOT letting Rapshade out of there. Not happening!"
"Burr, but marm, 'ee be's sick, oi tell 'ee. All coughin' an spluttrin', 'ee sounded loike 'ee dinnae 'ave much longer left!"
Mortembell sighed.
"Then tell Rayne to get her medicine and meet me at the entrance to the side cellar. I'll let her in to treat him, but that's it!"
Nodding his head, the cellarmole looked around for Rayne, before heading for the infirmary.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe hopped over an old log and then turned around and went right back the way he came, muttering under his breath.
A large, snowy pine tree caught his eye. The weasel grinned and rubbed his paws together.
He slunk up to the tree and plopped down underneath it, crossing his legs.
"Alright, here I go, about t' put myself in danger fer the Vigil's selfish needs. As we all know, the oh-so-noble Vigil is too scared an' weak t' do it themselves!"
He shot a glare up at the trees where he knew the group was watching and then leaned back against the tree trunk, pushing his hat over his eyes.
"Stupid eyeless spikedoggie should be 'ere soon..."

[Groddil]

Nearby, a bush rustled. Quiet laughter and hushed whispers echoed through the woods. The bushes began to part, and a hedgehog slowly crawled out.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe's tail twitched but otherwise he showed the hedgehog no sign of acknowledgement.
The weasel kept up his façade, and it seemed to be working.

[Groddil]

Reaching out, the hedgehog tapped Roscoe lightly on the shoulder.

*****

Drubble cracked the Infirmary door open slightly.
"Burr, Rayne, marm? Do you be's in hurr?"

[Ashleg]

Thinking it was Muddle, Roscoe pulled out his dagger and leapt up.
"We've got 'im!" He shouted.
"Ohhho...lissen, 'edgepig, yer dead...An' ain't you supposed t' be eyeless?"