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Post by Malum on Jul 6, 2010 4:25:10 GMT 5
Malum looked over at Slynch when he scooted over to her, but said nothing. Suddenly, she spotted a manuver her parents had used many times before, scoot closer to an other enemy when their back's turned. Before she could think about what she was doing, sge gr4abbed a nearby squirrel's bow and arrow, and fired.
The arrow shot through the air, heading straight dfor the foxes, leg, so he would be unable to move.
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Post by Lisolette on Jul 6, 2010 5:22:00 GMT 5
Awoone Swiftkill didn't notice the arrow. It hit its mark, spot on, right into the side of the foxes knee. Awoone let out a howl of pain, before crumbling to the ground. As blood pumped out of his wound, pain shot through his body.
The rats and canines, seeing their leader lying limp on the ground, began acting like madbeasts. Some of them through themselves at Convel and Nyx to ensure that they wouldn't kill their leader. A few wolves came over and picked up the wounded Swiftkill, ten rats and five wolves creating a moving circle around the fox and his wolves, attacking anybeast that dared harm Awoone.
The group and their wounded leader left the battle with only two rats fatally wounded (but still living) and a heavily bruised wolf. It would take an hour until the rest of the horde joined them. When the last hour of fighting past, Slynch looked so happy that some of the beasts that knew him were taken back becuase they thought it wasn't possible, "We won!" He gave Malum a big squeeze, "We beat that stupid fox, Mally! And it was all becuase of your arrow!"
Springpetal had been the squirrel that the ferretmaid had taken from her, "And my bow..." She mumbled, but no one heard her.
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Post by Malum on Jul 6, 2010 5:40:34 GMT 5
Malum blushed.
"It was nothing really... Just a lucky shot really..." She said.
Nyx hopped over and hugged the ferret-maid in her wings.
"Thanketh Mally! Thou saveth'd thy life!" Nyx screamed.
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Post by Lisolette on Jul 6, 2010 13:55:47 GMT 5
Slynch grinned at Malum, "It's two against one, Mally." The weasel said cheerfully. He looked below, to the wolves. He winced as one of them started a loud cheer from his fellow species, "Can't those mutts keep it down...?" He grumbled, but it was an optomistic one.
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Post by Malum on Jul 7, 2010 1:33:59 GMT 5
"Soo...are we going to Redwall now? Since they retreated?" Malum asked Sir Chewy, when suddenly, a squrrel landing in front of them.
"So, you folks are the ones who helped us?" She said, eyeing Malum, Silex and Slynch. She bowed down to them. "Many of us owe our lives to you. Now, lets head for Redwall... I'm Abbess Nutmeg, and I invita all of you to come to our humble abbey." She said, gesturing over everyine, sir Chewy, Skipper, Lisolette, Skipper's Wife, Reykur, The Hooper squirrels, The MacTire Clan, Silex, Slynch and Malum.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jul 7, 2010 2:30:14 GMT 5
"On behalf of Clan MacTire, I accept. Dia duit, a ligean ar é a bhogadh, buachaillí! Áiteanna a bheith againn, bia a ithe, naimhde a mharú! Níl mé ag fanacht le haghaidh aon stragglers! Feicfidh mé tú a fhágáil taobh thiar!" The kilted wolves started moving, while the piper played a marching tune. Swords were sheathed, targes slung upon backs, and roars of Gaelic approval were shouted at Convel, due to his pronouncement in that language. Rupert and Convel met and spoke for a moment, discussing tactics for the defense of the Abbey. The fox would be back, both knew, and with reinforcements, revenge on his mind, and angrier than before. There were about thirty wolves, shifts would be worked out, arrows distributed, and food rationed. They would prepare the Abbey for a long siege, while Convel and a select group would lay ambushes upon the enemy, creating a guerrilla war, while being able to rotate wounded beasts out, fresh ones in, and being able to resupply.
Convel stayed quiet after wards, waiting to be approached by someone. A quick check of the air told no tales, leaving Convel wondering if he was being overly paranoid.
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Post by Lisolette on Jul 7, 2010 10:24:33 GMT 5
Slynch nodded to the Abbess, "Of course, Mother Abbess." The weasel said, respect in his tone. -~*~- Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the trees, and a little molebabe clad in an habit fell dow. "ZUUURR COOOONVEEEEEEEL!!!" The molebabe fell on the MacTire Clan leaders head with the lightest of thuds. Unhurt by the drop, Soiler hopped to his feet and began to slash the air with an invisible sword, "O, Zurr Convel, vat was amzin'! Oi nevah saw anytin' loik et! Dat dere foxeh zure nevah saw et comin', ahurrhurr! Boi ecky, dat was en azamin' battle!" He pointed to the ferretmaid, Malum, "An ye made'em go awayz! Goodness, dat was a great shot, mizzy! Oi nay 'ave saw such a goo' shot! Can ye teach me 'ow to shoot like that!? An' Zurr Convel, can ye teach me 'ow to use a sword? Dat way when Oi become a gweat warrior like ye two, Oi can be gurt in close-combat and long range combat! Hurrhurr! Oi can't wait to see all dose mean Varmints run away when dey see me, Soiwer the Molewarrior! Hurrhurr!" Soiler looked down from atop the wolfs head to the Abbess, "Oop! 'Old on, Zurr Convel!" He climbed down the wolfs arm and when he couldn't crawl anymore he hopped down. After making a soft landing, he scurried over to the Mother Abbess, "Abbess Nutmug! Dere iz somethin' wrong wit Papa! 'Ee's moany and burnty and wetty-and there's red stuff comin' out o' 'im." Soiler frowned deeply, "'Ee's kinda icky, too." (ooc: DUH duh DUH!! After a brief celebration, potential bad news arrive to the goodbeasts of the MacTire Clan, the Hoopper Tribe, and Redwall Abbey! What's wrong with Foremole Rootarkin!? He's alive!? What happened to him!? And why can't I write REAL molespeech!? D: THAT IS THE QUESTION!!) |
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Post by Malum on Jul 8, 2010 2:46:24 GMT 5
"What?!?!!?" Malum said, looking at th baby. "Who's bleeding?"
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Post by Lisolette on Jul 8, 2010 8:24:17 GMT 5
Soiler frowned, "Moi daddy! Foremole Rootarkin!" The molebabe cried out. He tugged on her hand and began dragging Abbess Nutmeg away from the others, "Oi dunno wot 'appen to 'im. Oi juzz cloimbed up a twee and Oi looked down and there 'ee was! All icky! Oi cloimbed down to 'im and 'ee told me to go get ye so I gave 'im a kissy on the fore'ead and climbed up and ye know the rest." Soiler stopped talking and pointed to a bush with a tiny digging claw, "'Ee's be'ind that ver bush."
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Post by Malum on Jul 8, 2010 8:43:36 GMT 5
Abbess Nutmeg ran over there and saw Foremole lying on the ground.
"What happened?!!?!" She asked, trying to stop the blood.
Nyx hopped over with something in her mouth.
"KRRRAAAAHHH! Cloth to stoop rust from coming out of thou bpdy." She said, proudly. "Of course, I can fly about 5 people on my back. And maybe one baby..." She layed down on the ground and spread her wings as ramps. Malum walked up and pulled Slynch and Silex up. She motioned for Abbess Nutmeg, Formole and Soiler.
"We can take him to Redwall quicker this way!"
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