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Post by Malum on Jul 3, 2010 11:21:05 GMT 5
"Ooookaayyy..." Silex stuttered. "This way..." He said pointing and walking back to where the wolf and fox were previously.
"Krrraaahhh! Howler and Sneak thissa way?" Nyx asked, tilting her head to the side.
Suddenly, Nyx jumped up and lunged forward, attacking the rat trying ti sneak attack them. Then, she retured to the rat prisoner and continued to drag him across the ground in step with them.
"Yeah, the fox Nd wolf are over there." Malum sAid pointing.
"Kraaahhh... After thissa ussem goin to WallRed Abbey?" Nyx asked
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Post by phrostphyre on Jul 4, 2010 3:23:00 GMT 5
(Satan decided that the month of June was a good time to steal my soul. I had to dodge bullets, tanks, jet fighters, and generally make mayhem and mischief all across Hell before he gave it back to me. Then I punched him in the face for taking it and walked out.)
Convel had had a time with the fox, dodging, slashing, taking hit in exchange for hit, foul curses in Gaelic rolling off his tongue whenever he was hit or the large fox taunted him. The fox's kilt was all wrong. Tails? It was supposed to be tartan, as invented by the Northern Highlanders many seasons ago. The targe Convel had borrowed was taking a beating, as was Convel. The wolf was large, even for his species, he was strong, and the stamina of youth all were on his side. But experience, cunning, and wiliness were working against him. The tartan clad wolves watched, with bets being exchanged, shouts of advice offered, and general all around festiveness prevailed. They were wolves. Nothing could harm them, and besides, they were Highland wolves. Anyone who dared meddle with them would find either a sword in his belly or a dirk in his back.
Convel, however, had bitten off more than he could chew. Outmatched by experience and sage years, the already wounded wolf could do nothing but survive, taking as few hits as possible, and giving back only two to the fox's every five.
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Post by Malum on Jul 4, 2010 4:35:13 GMT 5
The group of missmatched creatures arrived at the battle and un-sheathed their weapons. "Looks like the wolf needs some help..." Malum said, her eyes getting a fiery red as she remembered that arrogant wolf picking her up and causing her battle to end. "But, then again, I'd like to gut that wolf myself...  " Malum said, un-sheathing her sword and making slashing moves in the air. "You know we can't meddle! It's the basic rules of the ground-dwellers!" Sir Chewy said, rolling his eyes. "One must not attack or kill the object of another warriors fight." "KRAAAHHH!!! Well, nothing says a sky-dweller can't attack, does it?" Nyx asked, unfrilling her wings. "No...wait. NO! You can't sneak attack him!" Sir Chewy said, stammering. "Watch me! KRRRRAAAHH!" Nyx screamed, launching into the air, and flying above the fox. "Kraaahhh... Wind speed very fast, weather clear, and the suun, right above me. Now, if i dive then the sun will blind him and he won't be able to see me." She said, smiling in satisfaction. Then, she dove, screaming out in a great cry. "KKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! KILLEE!" |
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Post by Lisolette on Jul 4, 2010 8:29:13 GMT 5
(ooc: Eat that Satan. >  ) BIC: Awoone Swiftkill was taking names and kicking tail. The wolf was defending himself as he best he could, proving to Swiftkill that his foe wasn't going to last very much longer, and the fox and his horde would walk out of this battle with new slaves for their monarchs and new recruits for Awoone's army of canines and rats. "KKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! KILLEE!" Awoone Swiftkill gasped and spun around just in time to see the raven attacking him. Growling with rage, the fox lunged at Nyx's feet and ducked, dodging the onsluaght of talons, "Go ahead! Attack me, Vermin of the air! But it'll be the last thing you ever do!" Swiftkill snarled. In a tree not far from the battle, a flicker of light flashed in its limbs. A rat-archer (rare, yes, but not impossible) put a fire-arrow to the string of his longbow. Closing one eye, he aimed at the black body of Nyx... -~*~- Slynch had noticed the flicker of light in the tree. A cold stone fell in his stomach, "Which one of you is the best climber?" He questioned anxiously. Once the best climber spoke out, the weasel grabbed his/her paw and began to drag them around the battlescene and towards the tree, "I saw something in the limbs over there-I have a bad feeling about it!" |
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Post by phrostphyre on Jul 4, 2010 9:37:50 GMT 5
Convel took a chance. As the fox turned his back, Convel lashed out with the hilt of his sword, punching the fox in the back of the head. Jumping back, Convel watched the scene unfold, while blood dripped from his sword, himself, and the fox's blade(s?). The clan wolves watched, too. If Convel wound up dead, they'd elect Rupert as clan chief and be on their way. If Convel survived, they'd die if he said die, kill if he said kill, and follow him to the last breath.
(If Convel and the wolves make it out of this, they're gonna need to borrow the Great Hall for an Oath-Taking to give their oaths to Convel. Highlander tradition. He's the clan chief, and they need to swear their oaths to him to keep Clan MacTire alive. Can we borrow it for a night?)
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Post by Malum on Jul 4, 2010 9:45:00 GMT 5
OOC: LOL A rat-archer... NO! You fool, you put the arrow in the bow with the point pointing FORWARDS! UGGGHH! you're holding the bow backwards! You're just gonna shoot yourself  I just noticed something.... In your siggie, your 2 nuetral charrie hate each toher.. Lol...corny inside joke... "KRRRRAAAHHHH! " Nyx screamed, pecking at the fox with her sharp beak. Malum watched as Slynch grabbed the squirrel and ran towards the tree. Malum looked up in one of the nearby trees and saw a rat. Grabbing a stone, she hit the rat and stole his bow. "Let's see what's in that tree." Malum said, aiming higher that the flicker of light, just to scare the creature. "THHHWWWAAANNNGGG!" The bow wen't as the arrow went whizzing by and dug into the bark of the tree. Silex was anxiously watching Nyx battle his ex-cheif. He rubbed his hands together and tried not to scream encouragement to Nyx. Silex was thinking. Thinking about how he was treated in the horde. Thinking about what had happened to him within a day, how his life had changed so dramatically. Silex sat silently pondering. |
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Post by Lisolette on Jul 5, 2010 4:53:57 GMT 5
(ooc: Sounds cool to me. ROFL! You're right, Mally! XD ) BIC: Awoone was temporarily stunned by Convels punch, but Nyx's peck reawoke him. He let out a growl and sliced at the ravens stomach. He spun around and luanched a kick to Convels chest, right under the throat... -~*~- The rat, who was named Airknife, pulled against the string of his bow. Smirking evilly, Airknife released the fire-arrow. With a small chuckle, he watched the burning arrow whiz its way to Nyx, coming closer and closer to a fatal shot... -~*~- The squirrel was a pretty, young female of the Hopper tribe, the younger sister of the Hoopper tribe-leader, Akaline. Flirtacious was the squirrelmaid, with dazzling blue eyes that could charm the cruelest of adders, and soft, blonde fur. Her name was Springpetal, and if Akaline died without a mate or children, Springpetal was to be the leader. Springpetal wore a crown of fir leaves and a soft, white dress with leaves hanging down from them. She wasn't part of Slynchs friends, but when she heard him ask who was the best climber, Springpetal couldn't resist to call out. And it was true that she was a great climber-Springpetal was the best climber in her tribe. "Where're we going!?" Springpetal called out to the weasel. Slynch looked back at her. He felt hot all the sudden, as if he was about to melt. But he shook it off-why should he feel that way about some silly squirrelmaid that he didn't even care about? Malum was the maid for him, "We're going to that tree!" The weasel pointed to the limbs where the flicker of light came from. Suddenly, the flicker seemed to become larger and larger. Slynch and Springpetal realized what it was in a matter of seconds, but Slynch kept his realization to himself, unlike Springpetal. "Fire-arrow!" The squirrel-maid gasped. A moment after she said that, Slynch realized who the fire-arrow was coming at, "Nyx..." He whispered. "Who?" Springpetal inquired. Slynch ignored her, "NYX!" He screamed, "NYX! LOOK OUT!" |
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Post by Malum on Jul 5, 2010 8:01:34 GMT 5
OOC: Didn't meen to make fun of rats, I just thought about one of those stupid ones in the book....Sorry   The raven heard the scream and saw the spark. Acting out of instinct, she beat her wings as fast and as hard as she could. AS the arrow hit the wind from her wings, it wasspun around, and sent spinning back towards the tree, pinning the rat to the tree by it's foot. The rat screamed, and fell, or at least, TRIED to. The arrow was made of iron, so it had peirced his foot, all the way through and had dug into the tree. So, the rat was caught dangling in midair, vulnerable for attack. Nyx spun back to the fox in time to see him get hit on the back of the head. She screamed out. "KRAAAHHHH!!! FOXEEE KILLEED! Now, time to kill all of the horde beasts." Nyx joked, eyeing the rats hungrily. |
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Post by phrostphyre on Jul 5, 2010 8:57:25 GMT 5
(Mwuahaha, prepare for snoring, drunk, wolves all over the place! They're going to party like only Highlanders can!)
Convel didn't see the kick nearly crush his windpipe. He was busy watching the raven, and when the kick hit his throat, he fell backwards, and rolled. Coming up angry and ready to fight, Convel launched a vicious barrage, the steel of the sword seeking an opening, the steel as fast as lightning as it came alive in his paws, the kilt moving as he stepped forward and back, side to side. Convel had found his space, and the only things that existed were the fox, himself, and the blades that were like a mongoose against two cobras(?). Convel let go of the strap to the targe, and in a quick motion, brought out his dirk. Using the sword to block, Convel stabbed with the dirk, aiming for the stomach.
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Post by Lisolette on Jul 6, 2010 1:01:41 GMT 5
(ooc: Oh, no. It's alright. I don't like rats anyway.  Unless their domestic rats. But Redwall/nondomesticated rats are allowed to be made fun of in my book. X) I bet Abbess Nutmeg is going to have a lot of fun with that, Phrosty...) Awoone Swiftkill was able to dodge a stab, but still got cut by the wolfs dirk. Growling angrily, the fox slashed at Convels chest before whirling around and striking at Nyx. But with his assissin, er, stuck, it was time for a new strategy. Awoone hid an evil grin, and began to back away from his foebeast, Convel, and grew closer and closer to Nyx, who was busy with his horde, Their stupidity will be there downfall...-~*~- Slynch let out a sigh of relief. The fire-arrow seemed to illuminate the rat-archer, Airknife. Slowly, the flame of the arrow began to consume the assissin, and the tree he was pinned to... Springpetal shuddered at his screams, "Come on. Let's get back to the others." Slynch nodded, and they walked back to his friends. "Sorry about that," He told them when they got back. He felt somebeast poking his arm. The weasel looked down to see the squirrelmaid feeling his arm. "You know..." She said, "For a Vermin, you're pretty handsome..." Slynch stared at the blonde-furred Springpetal. With one jerk he freed himself from her grasp, and quickly scooched over to Malum. |
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" Malum said, un-sheathing her sword and making slashing moves in the air. 
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Unless their domestic rats. But Redwall/nondomesticated rats are allowed to be made fun of in my book.