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

[Hickory]

The trees and shrubs opposite of the path outside Redwall rustled as furry bodies moved through them. Sword blades and speartips are seen poking out, and whispers are heard between the creatures.

The Guosim army had arrived.

The fourscore beasts emerged onto the path, with Gruddil in the lead. "The horde that attacked us and killed our Log-a-Log is inside battling... let's return the favor! Logalogalogalogalooooooooooog!"

The Guosim charged into the Abbey grounds, reinforcing the Vigil forces inside.

[Groddil]

Its early morning mate. I had school all yesterday, I'll do it in an hour.

[Groddil]

Charm whirled around as the body of another otter fell past her, an arrow embedded in his chest. Alfhild.
"You."
The otter brandished her javelin in one paw and snatched the fallen soldier's war axe with her other.
"Hiding behind the ones dying for you?"
She charged the ferret, throwing the javelin over several rats between her and the ferret..

*****

On the lawns, Shadomay stood back-to-back with two soldiers, slowly being overrun by vermin. Unable to get an arrow off, the vixen stabbed one into a stoat's neck, snatching his cutlass as he gurgled and fell to the ground. Slashing at the advancers, the young vixen and her companions managed to push the vermin back. One of them gasped.
"That's 'im. The wildcat. 'Ee's one o' their chiefs..."
He pointed to Fardan.
"Think he's seen us?"
"Oh, I 'ope not! We'll die if 'ee 'as!"
"Shut up. Get me a way out of these idiots, and I'll deal with him."
The soldier nodded. He snatched the cutlass from Shadomay and rushed the vermin, a sword in each hand. While he was quickly cut down, Shadomay made a run for a gap in the attackers. Once she was on the other side of the wall they had formed, the vixen snatched a sword from a fallen soldier, tucked it into her belt, and fired an arrow at Fardan.
"Please hit..."

[Ashleg]

Alfhild dove expertly out of the reach of the javelin, clicking her teeth as she and Charm advanced towards eachother. She shot down a bold and used him as a shield to block herself from the Vigil Leader's axe.
"What are you fighting for?" The old ferret snarled, spitting through gritted teeth. "Your little Vigil is the reason Fardan, Rapshade, and I had Vaskor slay that young creature. You are the ones in the wrong here..."
That gave her enough time to notch an arrow to her bow.
"Surrender your armies or die."

--

"How dare you disrespect Log-a-Log like that!" The shrew, Roye, spat, just barely leaping aside as Rapshade swung down at his legs and tail with the sparkling new sword that Fardan had given him.
He ducked to the ground and sprang up on the other side of the ferret, shearing the whiskers (and some skin) off one side of his snout.
Rapshade snarled furiously and pounced on him. The two tumbled to the floor, yowling and clawing at eachother.

A few Vigil archers aimed arrows at Rapshade, but he rolled Roye on top of him and the weapons found themselves inside the shrew's back.

Not dead yet, Roye fell flat on his stomach, gasping for breath.
"Mercy...!"

"Really, y' think I have mercy." Rapshade laughed coldly, amber eyes alight with the thrill of battle.
He wiped blood off his face and leaned in on Roye, whispering into the Guosim's ear.
"Mercy's for the stupid and the weak. You miss Chrysanthe, and I'm doing you a favor by bringing y' closer t' her."
He silenced the petrified looking shrew with a paw to his mouth.
"Nah nah, no mercy from me."

Just as Roye was about to bite him and get back up, he felt himself stabbed twixt the ribs.
And he never did get up.

[Hickory]

OOC: Jus to clarify, Shadowmay doesn't know who Fury is, right?

BIC:

The arrow overshot Fardan, but pierced his ear, leaving a clean hole as the arrow passed right through. He turned from where he had been standing, picking out Shadowmay quickly. "A mistake on your part," he yelled across the battlefield. Quick as a flash, the cat had sprinted over to the fox, his bloodstained sword ready to strike again. "You will meet a fate as bloody as your compatriots, just for that," snarled Fardan, gesturing to the hole in his ear, now dropping blood.

[Groddil]

OOC: nope.

BIC:

The vixen gulped.
"Uh oh."
Unable to loose another arrow, Shadomay stabbed it towards Fardan's leg.

[LT Sandpaw]

Holding his spear out like a riot pole Fastooth knocked three shrews over, dealing with them in quick succession. The big rat had a nervous air about him, but he fought on viciously giving no mercy or quarter to any woodlander that challenged him.
Finding himself in a lull of the fighting, Fastooth rested, looking around for a viable target. His yellow eyes flashed when he saw Gruddil, and without question he charged, spear raised defiantly. If he could kill the shrews' leader, he might be able to rout them off the battlefield.

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

Responding in kind Vaskor, parried and slashed for all he was worth against the big hare. Stone flecks flew off his knife in every direction, like tiny arrows, while his bow, though made of hardwood began to wither under the ferocious assault.
Needing a moment, Vaskor kicked out driving Duncan away for a faction of a second, giving him enough time to lay one last arrow on the string, the stone knife fell and sticking hilt up in the snow. "You can't stop." He growled, drawing the string back to his ear. "Us!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Parrying the blade with almost comic ease, Aver wondered if the ferret he now faced would even be affected by a blow to the head. His skull seemed too thick for even an otter to crush. Wanting to end the confrontation and move on, Aver bullied forward reaching out to grab ahold Roscoe's knife paw.

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

"I'm afraid I have no idea," the mouse healer answered, sizing the big door up. Rayne wasn't entirely sure how they'd go about doing what she suggested, and it didn't help that her plan was semi-ruined by the vermin already in the Great Hall. "Last I saw of him, he was leaving the infirmary with Rapshade, I hope he's okay. We ought to get some tables from Cavern Hole to block the lower entrances, I don't think the Great Hall is an option now, they're already fighting there- Bracklew!"

The young squirrel had come running up behind them, his eyes alight and his fur on end. "Sister Rayne, Father Grant." He gasped in equal surprise, hiding his gory sword and paw behind his back, as if ashamed to be seen like this.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Roscoe is a weasel.
IC-
"Bracklew!" Grant exclaimed, turning away from Rayne to greet the squirrel. "I had thought you were dead! Are you alright?"
Bracklew looked very messed up, but at least he was alive.

--

"I would stop you," Duncan grunted, bleeding from his forehead as he got real up close to Vaskor so that the arrow wouldn't be able to work properly. He slashed downwards at the ermine's head.
"Even if I had to die a million times for it to happen."

--

Roscoe held back a hiss of frustration.
Aver was making him look like a fool. He twisted his leg and made another attempt to get at him, but the otter clamped his claws around his wrist, rendering his fighting paw useless.
"Really?" The weasel spat, trying to free himself. "That's low. Couldn't handle me, huh?"

[Groddil]

OOC:

@Ashleg: Your post is a little weird. Charm was charging towards Alfhild. If Alfhild just walks up to her, she's gonna get an axe in the face before Charm even stops running.

[Ashleg]

Misunderstood.
Let me change that.

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: I keep doing that.

IC:


Nodding, Bracklew stepped around the two mice struggling in vain with the knob, answering Grant cryptically. "I'm alive and better then those out there, in less then three pieces I suppose. Could you open the door please?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The arrow fell off the bow at an awkward angle, ruining Vaskor's attack. He struggled ferociously, trying his best to keep away from Duncan's blade as the two battled back and forth across the snow.
However slippery and fast the ermine was, he didn't possess the speed of Duncan's paw. Vaskor released a guttural cry of pain as Duncan's sword sank into his shoulder.

Wrenching himself away the ermine attempted to flee clutching at his wounded shoulder, his breaths coming ragged bursts. Casting a fearful glance towards the hare Vaskor made his last mistake, tripping over a shield sprawling muzzle first into the snow.


~*~*~*~*~*~

"You varmint, ye should'a learned a few manors a'fore comin' here." Aver advised rapping Roscoe's captured paw to knock the knife away. He raised his arm so that the weasel was standing on his tip claws "Ye ain't a warrior mate, what're ye doing fightin' in a horde?"

[Groddil]

OOC: Thankee.

BIC:

Charm swung the axe, sheering the tip straight of Alfhild's arrow.
"No. You could have just walked off. You didn't. You don't get that chance again."
The otter cracked her neck.
"I'll call my army off if you do the same. You and me. Whoever dies, their army retreats."
A squirrel handed the otter her javelin.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Welcome.
IC-
"Put me down!" Roscoe snapped, kicking his footpaws.
"It's none o' yer business why I'm here or what I choose to do, Riverdog. I'm impulsive..." He lifted his paws entirely off the ground to try and tire Aver.

--

"I accept your challenge," Alfhild spat, dropping her bow and lunging at Charm.
She tried to scratch the otter's face with her sharp claws.

Rapshade the Swift watched Alfhild fight Charm. He slipped away, knowing that he'd have to wait until Charm was out of the picture in order to kill his aunt.
Either that, or he could walk straight into the wave of armed Vigil soldiers and get himself slain.

Sneakily, the black ferret headed out of the Great Hall and down one of the corridors leading around to the other side of it.
He could hide somewhere and ambush her as she came out...aha! The vermin's eyes lit up.
There was a room with double doors, and it seemed empty. It was the perfect spot. He ran inside and pressed himself against the wall, blending in with the shadows.

On the other end, Grant was unlocking the door for Bracklew.
"There you go...We were actually going to block this off so they couldn't use it as some kind of secret route, but if you need it for something, that is fine. Rayne, I'm going to go see if I can find Petu."
The old mouse scurried off.

--

Duncan took a flying leap just as Vaskor was about to fall, and he wound up on top of the ermine, pinning him to the snow.
The hare partially flipped the vermin over to look at his face.
"Sorry...I'll make it fast," he said halfheartedly, "It's more than you deserve."
The Salamandastron warrior aimed a blow at the assassin's chest.

[Groddil]

Charm lifted a foreleg in front of her face, slashing the axe sideways towards Alfhild's midsection.
"Everybeast, stand down. All of you!"

[Ashleg]

Alfhild jumped up, onto the table behind her, and knocked an oncoming hare onto the axe.
"Ooh!" She yowled, grinning mockingly. "That must've hurt!"
Vadoma jumped up at her side from seemingly out of nowhere, tail lashing in anticipation.

"Attack Charm, and keep her distracted even if it kills you." Alfhild ordered her, before weaving off through the crowd and disappearing.

"Understood, Chief. I may be a healer, but I'm also a fox. There's a reason I have these," the vixen mused, and bared her teeth in a snarl. Vadoma advanced towards the axe-wielding otter, hopping in her way so she couldn't chase after Alfhild.
She had gained hold of a poisoned knife, and she aimed the tip in a downwards slash at Charm's forearm.