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Post by Taith on Mar 9, 2008 15:22:44 GMT -5
At the metallic clang of Crystal's sword on Vomst's mail, the pig Taith currently battled cried to his comrades. The major's been wounded!
Jostled about fiercely in the confusion, Taith's heavily pierced ears caught Finn's command. Guardians! Take any prisoners you can get! Leaping into a nearby tree, she moved silently and swiftly, following the pigs movement unnoticed.
They moved at a surprisingly fast rate for an animal with cloven hooves, Taith soon found out. As inconspicous as a shadow, Taith focused her attentions onto a group of three that had fallen behind. Murmurs of a great red building being as camp worried the ottermaid slightly; the only great red place she knew of was redwall abbey.
A humid summer night fell, covering the woods like black velvet. The small group had made camp, and her plan could take a while to enact...
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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Mar 10, 2008 9:56:00 GMT -5
Tasna pulled her cutlass from the chest of a pig. She wiped sweat from her brow and looked up at the scene around her. The guardians had had the upper hand the entire battle. After the arrival of many other comrades, along with some new faces, it looked like the Guardians of Mossflower would be able to rise from the ashes after all. She had doubted them so ealier. The sun was lowering, so she figured it was late afternoon. How long had they been fighting?
She took out her sling and eyed Major Vomst. Crystal had hit him forcefully in his chest, so now she saw him stumble and on the ground. To her right, a pig cried out, "The major's been wounded!" All around Tasna, the few remaining pigs panicked, looking in all different directions. After a few seconds of realizing what had happened, the pigs darted for the woods. Fools! Tasna pulled a larger stone from a pouch at her waist and put it in her sling. She aimed carefully and released it, letting the stone fly. It hit a pig in the back of its head. She watched with satisfactory as he fell to the ground.
About to turn away, Tasna's ears perked as an order from their war commander rang out. "Guardians! Take any prisoners you can get!" Tasna nodded and ran to the grounded pig. He was still alive, but knocked out. Tasna took his spear and tapped the butt of it on the pig's head. His eyes opened, but then he closed them again with a squeak.
Willowtail stood ready as the pigs retreated. One bashed into him on its way to the woods. Willowtail growled and ran after him. Nothing that greasy and ugly will get away from here! He loosened his whip and lashed it out. It wrapped around the pig's wrist. Willowtail stopped running and pulled back with all his strength. The pig yelled as his feet left the ground and he went flying in the direction from which he had just come. He pinned the pig down with his booted footpaw and he tied his foe with a rope he and Tasna always carried on their belts.
The pig lied on his back, rolling back and forth, muttering curses at Willowtail. The otter stood looking down at him, frowning. He looked over at Tasna to see she had gotten her captor tied as well. Willowtail called to Finnerator. "We have two pigs for questioning here!" He looked at his pathetic opponent and kneeled down, speaking quietly to him. "You're lucky you weren't caught by that otter over there." He pointed over his shoulder towards Tasna. The pig snorted and wriggled around in his ropes, trying, but failing to free himself.
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Mar 10, 2008 22:17:56 GMT -5
ooc; Sorry for this post. Rushed. xx. Crystal So what if you can see, The darkest side of me? It was an out-of-body experience. The chaos of the battle insured around the vixen, which seem to be the only creature rooted to the spot amidst the fighting, blood, and death. She suddenly wondered whether this was all just a fevered dream, and if she was really just deathly sick aboard the Nightpearl. Then the next thought that fixed through her was, if this was a dream, was it a rapid eye movement sleep or a non-REM generated dream. She didn't want to forget this, but it would also be nice for it to be non-REM, since then none of the Guardians would be hurt. And so her body count wouldn't escalade any more.
However, it wasn't a matter of REM or non-REM, it was a matter of the undeniable fact she was awake. Nothing in her wildest dreams could have cooked up this vile mess, and thus it was the only way she knew it was reality apart from the pain lancing through her previously mangled leg. However, Vomst seemed to be in far more pain than her, and grim satisfaction crossed her mind. The pig Major clutched his chest, his mail smashed where her sword had bit into its gleaming surface. "The Major's been wounded!" Somewhere in the fighting, things came to a screeching halt. A pig's gruff voice was shouting out in an obviously disbelieving tone. "He's down!"And as much as it disheartened the barbaric forces against her and her allies, Crystal was filled with a cliché, angst-induced sense of some kind of blood-soaked pride. The smile that had radiated light and happiness she had earlier given Sandegar returned to her face, however, it seemed tainted, and not just from the slowly drying blood caking her features. Her dark persona, in all its vampric, decaying infamy, was showing itself as fully as the sun should rise. It seemed as if every step she took filled her more with that horrid pride and happiness. Vomst was howling at his troops to go on fighting, not paying much heed at all to her. Using this golden chance, the vixen pranced away on star-studded feet to retrieve her earlier dismissed weaponry. Putting the chain back around her waist and the large broadsword, she flounced back towards the fallen pig commander. She knew if he tried to run she could easily overtake him. "Guardians! Take any prisoners you can get!"Finn didn't have to say that twice. The vixen stooped and picked up the pig's weapon, looking at her reflection in it for a mere second. Snapping her kama shut loudly; she stood behind the pig Major. Waving the closed weapon dismissively whilst threatening to run him through with his own, the vixen airily called to Finnerator. "I've got chuckles here, Commander, and we're both eagerly awaiting the flower-garden picnic." Roving her eyes back to the pig, she snarled sharply at him. "Move and you're dead. We can get information from the rest of your troops without you. I'm not as kindhearted as some of the rest. Now seat yourself, my dear," she spat with contempt, "before I see if you have a brain 'twix your ears by threading your pretty little sword through your greasy auds." Revenge is sweet. So many times I've lied, And there's still rage inside....xx
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
Ret. War Commander
Head Boundary Guardian
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Mar 11, 2008 22:51:18 GMT -5
As the fighting began, Rinafera turned instinctively, throwing Fourth out of the battle. "Father, I can fight!" He protested, but Rinafera could not possibly endanger his son's life. The hare pressed himself against the flat of his sword and closed his eyes, begging whatever entity that ruled Dark Forest would help his son be wise and leave the battle. Whipping back around, he lunged for a pig, leaving his arm out-stretched as the tip of the thin blade hit flesh, but he knew that his style of fighting would take too long for a scrap. Thus, he adjusted, using his saber in a renegade soldier form, simply swinging it without regard for the enemy's body. But these weren't noble enemies. They were pigs!
Fourth took, long, slow breaths, his chest heaving up and down. However, something stirred inside of him, and he knew what he had to do. The young hare wanted to fight for his new home, fight for his dad, and impress Alex, either way. Thus, he pushed himself up, his brown eyes scanning the area for a moment to run up the rampart steps. A pig was thrown against a wall and knocked unconsious, so while there was no longer fighting in that area, he jumped to the steps and hurried up them. "Mum! Mum!" Fourth called, rushing through the Fort to find their room. While Daisyblade had been unpacking, she saw the fighting and had gotten out her bow, pointing an arrow out of the window. "Mum, where's my saber I've been practing with?"
Daisyblade whipped around and dropped her bow. "Fourth, there is no way I'm letting you go into battle!" Fourth, however, had other ideas. He found the saber before she could answer, and he took it back down the steps.
Meanwhile, Rinafera fought with another pig, hearing the yelling and such around him. He stabbed a pig in the abdomen and and threw him off to the side, only to run into another. The pig turned around and smiled, wielding an axe. The hare gasped; his sword had flew out of his paws when he fell. Rolling away, Rinafera had only one chance. But he was too slow, and the axe fell into his arm, tearing flesh. Blood spurted out and began to pour out in a throng, but luckily his arm wasn't severed. "No!" Fourth yelled as he ran down the steps, charging into the field. The pig who had thrown Rinafera down turned around and chuckled at the size of the young hare. Fourth aimed a stab at the pig's chest, but it was easily blocked, and he was thrown back down on the grassy floor.
Rinafera was in pain, but the drill of a devoted father allowed him to get up. He pushed himself up, simply not allowing himself to let his son die. Fourth was on the ground, panting; the simple force of the parry was enough to sting his weak paws. From behind, however, Rinafera stabbed the pig with his saber that he found on the ground. Fourth's eyes rose in amazement, but Rinafera then fell back on the ground. The two hares were sitting there when the battle seemed to end. "The Major's been wounded!"
Then, the voice of Finnerator rose above the crowd. "Guardians! Take any prisoners you can get!" Rinafera looked at Fourth and nodded to him. "I'm getting old, son. It's your turn." Fourth swallowed his fear, pushing himself up to his feet. "Crystal! Crystal! Anyone! Alex! Aren't there any medics? My father's injured! He's losing blood..." His vpice dropped to a whisper and he gasped in sorrow. "He's going to die..." Shaking himself, the young hare bent down by his father. "The battle's over, just some medic help my father!" Rinafera's brown eyes looked up at his son, and he grinned. "I'll be fine, so long as I know that you survived."
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Riverwake
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Post by Riverwake on Mar 13, 2008 22:03:09 GMT -5
OOC: I guess we're not using asterisks to signify action anymore? It doesn't matter to me, I just want to clear it up for my personal benefit. I'm gonna still use asterisks till I hear otherwise.
IC: *Seg pulled his last knife out his first kill.* So now what Riv? *Riv’s eye was panning the battlefield. It was mostly dead pigs, but there were a few straggling off.* I guess we’ll-
Guardians! Take any prisoners you can get!
*Segault begin to move to head after the stragglers.* No, Seg, the other guardians can handle it. I need you to meet up with Shard and Oakrim, and then report to Finnerator. Shard will know who she is. I’m gonna check for any friendly casualties. Let’s hope you find your target, and that there are no targets for me to find. Confirmed.
*Seg ran to the far trees, searching for his comrades-in-arms. He heard something hit the ground, and moved towards the noise. Upon arrival, he saw Shard wiping his bloodied blade on Oak’s shirt. He let out a small laugh.* Ok, you idiots, pull yourselves together. Shard, we need to report to a Finnerator beast. Riv said you’d know who she is. *He gestured towards the fort.* Lead the way.
*Riv was slowly making his was to the fort, examining the post-battle scene. So far, no friendly beasts downed, then he saw a pair of hares, one older, one much younger. The younger one looked terrified, then he saw why. The older one was severely wounded, and he was bleeding profusely. He ran to the hare’s side, and quickly assessed the wound. It would need a tourniquet. Riv ripped off his right shirt sleeve, then tore one side of it to make a long strip.* I’m not the best in the world, but I know some basic first aid. At the very least, I can keep you alive long enough for you to get some proper aid. *Riv slipped the fabric under the hare’s arm, and moved it about three inches away from the gash, on the side closer to the hare’s chest. As he started tying the tourniquet, he looked at the hare’s face. When he finished tying the knot, it hit him who the hare was.* By my eye, it’s Rinafera! You’re not dying on my watch, comrade! *Carefully setting Rina’s arm down, Riv got up and dashed nearby where many of the guardians were and quickly yelled out to them.* I need a medic, Rina’s down!
OOC: And yes, I did read Fourth's bio, and for the sake of it coming true, we'll just say that Riv tied tourniquet too loose for fear he'd tie it to tight and deaden the limb.
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Shard Prime
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Head Ranger
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Post by Shard Prime on Mar 14, 2008 11:47:23 GMT -5
Shard nodded at the otter, "Aye, brother. Follow, and hope you can keep up!" He scanned the battlefield for the otter, Finnerator. She wasn't far off, just chasing a wounded pig that was stumbling into the woods, following the rest of the defeated army. Shard pointed to her, "There she is!" He turned to Oak, "Stay in the trees, pick any off that you can, but don't kill them; just disable them." Oak nodded, understanding, and sprinted up the tree he just came down from.
Shard thrust his sword into his sash, and wasted no more time. He sprinted toward Finn's location, nimbly hopping over bodies and other obstacles. From the edge of his sight, he saw Riv and a smaller creature kneeling over someone, probably a fallen comrade. He kept his momentum, but spun around quickly, searching the battlefield and running backwards. After two steps, he turned back around, again, losing no momentum. Who was that? I saw everyone... Crystal, Raiden, Taith, Sandegar, Tansa, Aster... His eyes widened as he realized who the two must have been. Rina and Fourth...
Oak perched on the limb of the tree again, an arrow notched to his bowstring. His keen eyes scanned the battlefield again, missing nothing. He let his arrow fly, quickly notching another to the string. It pierced a pig's knee, all the way through. The pig fell, its leg now completely useless. Oak's eyes moved to Riv, who was kneeling over a fallen hare. Riv stood suddenly and dashed toward the other Guardians. "I need a medic, Rina’s down!"
Shard did not know Rinafera III very well, and Oak did not know him at all. Nonetheless, both were stricken with a sudden sadness, as if a part of them had just died.
You'll make it, Rina... You'll pull through...
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Mar 23, 2008 11:27:48 GMT -5
Two successive punches winded an off-guard enemy and left him struggling to stand. The others could finish him off if need be, Sapphire thought grimly. Yet another pink figure tugged a spare weapon from behind him and threw it at her from behind. As the spear neared its destination, the target unexpectedly turned on a left footpaw, and something that was very hard and very fast struck the missile accurately at its sweet spot.
That something was Sapphire's lower leg. The speed of her whirling kick, combined with the density of the limb in question, shattered the spear so efficiently that the pointy end flew into a nearby tree and stuck fast, quivering in the bark. A bend in both knees. A leap. Her open-palm backwards kick, executed with all the grace and skill of ten years' training, halted the charging onslaught of another pair with a sandal ground in each face.
The close-combat expert ran up the length of the aforementioned tree, somersaulted off the bark, and rolled midair to land safely on the ground, easily ducking and dodging thrown spears from the melee. As long as she had room to move, her training would ensure her a series of swift victories. ---------------- It was too late for Aster to block the large spear-head that came stabbing at her. Being the head medic at Redwall for far too long had greatly rusted her fighting skills; there was no time for regrets. The mousemaiden had just recovered from her first unfortunate situation when two more pigs came crashing straight at her. And this time, Sapphire wasn't around to help. As Aster cartwheeled neatly out of the way, she couldn't help but notice, with a small chill of fear, how the sharp spearheads sliced effortlessly through the sapling that she had been backed up against not two seconds ago. Those weapons were dangerous.
Close-range combat seemed to be their weakness. Inside that circle of stabbing metal points was a safe zone; the spears merely presented a burdensome hazard to the wielder there. Taking advantage of a minute opening in the smaller pig's defense, the flexible acrobat corkscrewed through the gap to avoid collision with the sharp edge. Quickly, she came up from underneath and jabbed her knuckles -- once! twice! -- into his pressure points. A few steps up the length of his body, and she seized his shoulder, effectively pinching closed the large nerve right beneath his clavicle, and somersaulted off of the falling enemy.
Too late. As the healer noticed the piercing instrument headed straight for her heart, wielded by the larger of the pair, she attempted to dodge, but in vain. The point tore into her flesh, scraped the bottom of her uppermost right rib, and exited through the skin on her back; and as she twisted her neck to the side to avoid decapitation, its razor-sharp edge came up and carved a straight line up and through her shoulder, the mouse's body weight helping generously. She hit the ground and righted herself.
For several precious moments, Aster didn't feel the shock of the wound. Balancing on her left forepaw, she spun her body like a top, footpaws extended out. They caught the offending hog, and he crashed to the ground, heavily winded from the blow. Before he could make a woozy recovery, she had come down hard on his major pressure point with her right elbow -- and that was when it came.
Pain. Searing, burning pain shot up the length of her wound; had it been any stronger, Aster was sure that she would have fainted immediately from both the pain and the blood loss. As it was, she had enough time to see the pig's head loll back, stunned, feel something pulsing out of her shoulder, and watch as her blood spattered haphazardly across her opponent's uniform. Then as she stood up and backed away, Aster witnessed an orange blob in her field of vision. She wanted to tell it to stop moving; it was making her so dizzy. And as she tipped backwards and hit the ground, just two words echoed in her mind. Stupid blob.
OOC: Yes, Aster blacked out from the pain and blood loss of her wound, and thus is unable to tend to Rina. I was puzzling over how to create a believable way for her to leave the situation, as she's SUPPOSED to be the head medic and Rina's death somehow involved the absence of a healer. Sorry this came so late!
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Post by aeroflyte on Mar 28, 2008 21:09:28 GMT -5
[c olor=Black]OOC: I hope this is a good intro... I wish I hadn't missed the battle. Man, Crys, That was awesome. Along with everything else. Oh, and with your permission, Fin, I'd like to change my name. Aeroryde is just sorta...bleah. ;D ;D
The brook swirled past a young otter. 6 seasons of roaming had only made him leaner, and since most of that time had been spent in the obscure islands of the East, he had added a few more weapons to his customary array.Other than a sling and dagger, there were also two curiously shaped cuffs around his wrists. Some odd looking equipment, such as some ragged gloves,darts, and a compact blowdart gun were stored in a satchel beside him, along with a pair of long, razor edged swords. silver tattoos adorned his body, forming strange shapes and symbols.
His time abroad had also finely honed his senses. He could sling a stone better than even the High Rhulain of old. He seemed to see and hear everything.
Therefore, he had heard the raging battle nearby. Tagger, for that was his new name, flipped backwards onto a tree branch, then flitted to the battle site without more than a rustle of sound.
The conflict looked nearly over, with a few bald creatures fleeing for their lives. The victors, Tagger saw, were- By the fur! It couldn't be!he thought. But it was. There was Finnerator standing over a pile of bodies, and Crystal, darker than ever, pinning down a baldy, blood dripping from her fangs.Sandegar, Nadia, Raiden- they were all there! He jumped out of the foliage, landing lightly. He grinned.
His grin faded as he saw the extent of the battle. Rinafera was on the ground, gravely wounded. A young leveret sobbed over him. "I need a medic, Rina's down!"Tagger felt a growl rise deep in his chest. Oblivious of the cries of "Guardians! Take any prisoners you can get!", he unsheathed his swords and flung himself on the vermin, cursing all of them, cursing the day when the Guardians were scattered to the four winds.
The growl became a full- fledged roar. "Guaardiiaaannns! Give 'em blood an' vinegaaarrrr!!"OOC: howsat for a post? Granted, it is short, but...
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Sandegar
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Post by Sandegar on Apr 1, 2008 9:05:38 GMT -5
On the ramparts above the battle, Alex shot her fourth arrow down at the battle, years of practice finally put to practical use. Immediately her right paw whipped down to the quiver at her hip, and another arrow moved in a smooth curve from the haremaid’s waist to her bow in a blur of steely, metallic black and kingfisher blue, the end gripped between her index and middle fingers. Smoothly the streamlined projectile slid into place on the arrow rest as Alex’s gloved thumb hooked around the bowstring and drew it back across her chest to the furthest it would go, her back straining with the effort. The tip pointed downward at a fleeing pig, now the only object in Alex’s vision. It was running away, with it’s back turned to the fort, wildly afraid.
Her back and shoulders were beginning to hurt, but she did not notice anything beyond her sudden realization that it was actually a living, breathing creature. Her paws began to shake, and uncontrollably the arrow shot randomly into the trees. The bow clattered from her paws to the ground, and Alex leaned against the parapet, breathing heavily as hysterical sobs forced themselves out of her. On the battlefield her sharp eyes could see her comrades, some wounded and dying, but they appeared as blurs to her, mere shadows, whereas four arrows, all fletched with blue feathers stood out, their tips buried in four carcasses. Four pigs. Four pigs that had been living until her arrows had penetrated their hairless skin and plucked the life from them. Four pigs that would never, ever return home.
The young hare crumpled to the cold stone floor, sobbing quietly, her gloved paws shaking uncontrollably. Her long ears drooped over her ginger hair and crimson headband, flopping over her tightly shut eyes. Casting off her crimson archery gloves hatefully, she grasped her shoulders desperately, her sweating paws slightly dampening the crimson cloth and golden epaulettes of her uniform jacket. What had she done? She whimpered quietly, trying to erase the image now burned into her mind, of the four fallen pigs and the four blue-fletched arrows. The same blue feathers, the same black arrowhead, and the same ash shafts as the ones resting now at her hip. With a pained scream, she grabbed the arrows from her quiver and threw them in pawfuls down at the ground, tugging at them with so much force that her pawpads chafed. Hatefully she tossed them one by one over the edge of the rampart, screaming continuously to block out her conscience as the arrows fell, scattering over the lawn.
As the last arrow left her shaking paws, she gave another, choking sob. As she lay there, curled up, a cold, numbing sensation spread through her body, as her consciousness was slowly stripped away from the edges, a frightening dark moving in like a creeping shadow, slowly taking over her mind. Alex did not fight against the eminent nightfall of her awareness. The last pinprick of the light that was her consciousness slowly faded away, and her eyes rolled back as she fainted.
Sandegar looked up exasperatedly as another pig ran forward to engage him in battle, wielding his thick spear like a staff. Polearms had always been his weakness, and a sword was not the right weapon for dealing with one. Slamming the long blade back into its scabbard, the hare ducked a blow from the pig and assumed a crouching position for the split second he needed to draw a knife from the side of his right boot. Slipping his paw through the loose ring of plaited strap connected to the pommel, he drew the knife and its blade, which was no longer than the length of his paw, in an icepick hold with the strap shortened by a loop around his thumb.
Rising up with his boots squelching in the mud, the hare dodged the spear and slashed forwards in a horizontal curve, at the level of his opponent’s throat. The pig stepped back, and raised his spear diagonally across his front in a defensive maneuver, while Sandegar leapt forward. Using the momentum of his spring, he swung his arm in an inverted parabola from the pig’s shoulder down to his waist, and then forcefully back up and forward in a gashing movement, his forearm pushing the spear shaft back towards the pig. The pig growled as the knife slashed up and forward, but it merely grazed the surface of his chainmail, and he laughed tauntingly at the hare. The pig shoved his spear forwards, pushing Sandegar back to land on his back in the mud with a numb arm.
His adversary quickly stabbed forward and down with his spear, but the hare reacted just as quickly, striking the spearhead away with his left forearm, using his bracer as armor. The pig stumbled a little from the force; however, the same force rang through the hare’s left arm, rendering it useless for the moment. Rolling over onto his stomach and launching back up, covered in mud tainted with blood, Sandegar flew forward in a powerful, speedy bound, twisting the knife in his paw to a saber grip, with his thumb on the flat of the blade, and pushed forward, delivering an uppercut. However, before the knife could make contact, the pig stabbed forward with his spear, and the hare’s own momentum carried him forward to impale his shoulder on the spearhead. Yet as Sandegar clenched his teeth together in anticipation of the inevitable pain as the tip pierced the flesh just beneath the collarbone, his right arm still delivered home the deadly uppercut, albeit to a different location. The knife dug into the pig’s unarmored throat, cutting through layers of bulk, and eventually the carotid artery.
As the hare’s feet touched the ground, he unthinkingly wrenched his entire body backwards to remove the spear from his shoulder and the knife in his paw from his opponent. Bright red blood spurted from the ruptured artery of the pig in a horrendous stream, splattering Sandegar as he fell backwards, the spear enlarging the hare's wound as it exited, followed by a torrent of blood. His shoulder seemed to erupt in fire, searing white flames that stole his breath. Collapsing on the muddy ground, the hare pushed the black cloth of his vest to the wound, trying to repress the bleeding, his eyes watering and his teeth clenched. Just as he fell, he heard the thump of his now-dead opponent landing on the ground, and he could see in his mind's eye the blood still shooting out in a torrential stream. That pig was dead. But somewhere near him, he could hear the pig he had hit on the head stirring, resuming consciousness (and this he noted with a certain sense of satisfaction) with a horrible headache.
But that didn’t matter. Was he dying? He didn’t know. He knew his shoulder was hurt. He had been too reckless in the fight, and he would be reduced to one handed combat. Worse, archery would become impossible until he recovered, and even then he would have to spend months regaining his former strength. He groaned to himself. He was supposed to be teaching Alex, setting a good example for her. Where was she, anyway? Had she shot anyone? His stream of thoughts suddenly stopped as realization swept over, crashing through the haze of his mind. Alex had never shot anyone from so close, he knew. Sandegar had been careful to teach her to be a sniper, picking off enemies from afar to allow for her to be a fighter without really understanding the implications of what Sandegar had to admit was murder, plain and simple. It didn’t bear thinking how she would react if she killed anyone and realized what that meant.
"You hollered for me Sandy?" It was Raiden. Finally a familiar voice! Where was it coming from? Still on the ground, Sandegar attempted to crane his neck, but gave a gasp of pain as blood spurted suddenly out of his wound. He tried to sit up, as well, but the pain only strengthened. Too many years of mostly ranged combat and only practice melee had decreased his pain threshold – he knew it was no use. Unable to see the mouse, he simply raised his uninjured right arm slightly, breathing shallowly.
“Raiden. Over there… somewhere, pig. Prisoner, awake now. I think. Get him, please.” With the taste of blood on his tongue, he rasped out the words, stumbling over them as the pain lanced through his body. He hesitated, pressing his paw against his wounded shoulder. “Find Alex, too. Not good after battles. Help her.”
And suddenly, in confirmation of his fears, he heard her voice clearly through the descending haze that he knew was his alone. She was screaming.
OOC: That's right, I finally posted. Even if it's deaddamned horrible. Yes, I know there's overlapping time. XP Yuck. I dunno why Alex fainted. Maybe she screamed too much?
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Apr 11, 2008 22:39:00 GMT -5
xx.Crystal All right! Give up! Get down! The hardest part of living, All Right! She wrote. Way down! To come down this time.
Crystal, unlike most of the Guardians, lived by a code of being only as loyal has her options. Normally, she had a good amount of options to pick from, but when faced with a hard but split second cast of chance… Screaming broke out in both ranks, Crystal still positioned over the pig leader, his own blade poised at his throat. Without regard of the pig’s weapon, she dug her claws into the padding on the hilt, feeling the fibers of it give way. Crystal was darkly considering finishing crushing the armor into his chest plate, and make the bone fragments puncture his dark heart. Still holding the menacing snarl on her face, the vixen gave a shudder. Somebody was screaming.
And that somebody… Was Fourth.
"Crystal! Crystal! Anyone! Alex! Aren't there any medics? My father's injured! He's losing blood..." His vpice dropped to a whisper and he gasped in sorrow. "He's going to die... The battle's over, just some medic help my father!"
Crystal’s eyes flashed darkly. This made her even more want to kill the pig commander in the most cruel and cold blooded way she could manage. “Is this what you want, scum,” she hissed at him, he voice sharp and quick as lightning, “to take family members away from children?”
Tears glittering at the brims of her eyes, she didn’t care if Vomst escaped. She vowed that if he tried to run like a coward, she knew that Rinafera would forgive her for leaving his side to track down the pig and kill him. Throwing the sword point down dangerously close to Vomst’s head, Crystal hissed at him, full out in tears now as she sprang towards the place the guardians were now gathering. She knew from the thick smell of blood as she neared that they would only be able to buy Rinafera time, but not save him. Leaping forward on the balls of her feet, Crystal cursed herself, wishing her brother was here.
Dropping on her knees by Fourth’s side, the vixen wished she had her bag, which she had dropped inside the wall. “Rinafera… No, damn it,” Crystal cursed at him, “you don’t get to die!” She said it as if trying to punish a child. She knew it was no use. “Rinafera, what can I do? Fourth, go get your mother!” Crystal knew she had no place giving orders, but something had to be done. And last request Rinafera had must be made clear. It was clear he didn’t have long.
The one thing that might save saved him, the bandages wrapped around her arms, were forgotten. In her few moments of panics, everything was lost to her. “Riv,” she said, instantly recalling the otter’s name, “Give a yell so that any medic gets their arses over here!”
At a loss for what to do now, the vixen felt hot tears burn her face. They’d just made up! It was murder! Looking into Rinafera’s eyes, Crystal blinked sadly at him, “I wasn’t good enough.”
Pull the plug, How I’d like to learn your name! I’m holding on, I hope you do the same! Aw, sugar….xx
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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Apr 12, 2008 18:11:01 GMT -5
Tasna punched the brown-spotted pig she had captured. She stood up and turned her head slowly towards all the commotion. Tears instantly welled up in her dark green eyes. “R-Rina…” She shook her head and muttered to herself, “No, it can’t be…it’s not possible. Not Rina…not him. Just don’t be him.” Tasna lied to herself, yet she knew the truth. It had been Fourth’s voice that called out to practically no one standing by. It had been the filthy pigs- under Vomst’s command- who had done this. “I’m going to kill them. I’m going to make each and every pig suffer for this. Crys had Vomst already…and she won’t leave a scrap of meat. That pig…will surely die.”
Tasna managed to stand up and walk over to the bunch. Tasna looked down upon Crystal, whose own tears made Tasna’s run down her cheek in raging rivers. “Crys…” She felt Willowtail’s paw on her shoulder. She roughly shoved it off with a growl. Tasna glanced at Vomst out of the corner of her eye. He hadn’t moved yet, but if he ran, Tasna would catch him, and hold him down for Crys. Then she could finish him off.
Tasna knew this plot would never go into effect. Every muscle in her body began to give way. She slumped to her knees and looked at Rinafera’s face. She averted her eyes to Crystal’s where she could not bear to see the vixen’s tears. Tasna sniffed and wiped a tear that tickled her chin. “I…” Tasna stifled a sob in her throat. “I remember the wedding. Rinafera was so happy. And Daisyblade, what a perfect match.” Tasna recalled the day. She sat with Raiden, and some others that she couldn’t remember now. They were all chatting and laughing with Rinafera. Today, only tears were to be shed.
The otter bit her tongue, not sure of what to say next. “Crys,” she stopped, not able to think of any other words to say but four, “You…are good enough.” Tasna realized she used the present tense. She figured there was no reason on using the past tense if she was telling the truth. Crystal was good enough. She was better than Tasna. She was better than most of the people here.
“Crystal, you were fine. Nothing is your fault.” Tasna flinched. “Half of this could have very well been my fault.” She didn’t know how saying this would help, but she though that maybe, just maybe, she could take some of the weight off of Crystal’s shoulders.
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Post by Taith on Apr 12, 2008 22:29:17 GMT -5
"Crystal! Crystal! Anyone! Alex! Aren't there any medics? My father's injured! He's losing blood..." Fourth's desperate cries echoed over the wood, reaching Taith as she observed the pig camp. A grimace creased her face, malforming into a fearsome snarl. A nagging feeling of dread raced through her mind; Rinafera would not be there when she got back. A deciscion clouded her thoughts; pay respect to her fellow comrade and kill the pigs, or try to take them prisoner?
Her mind quickley decided, the expert archer notched an arrow to her bow, sending a black fletched arrow deep into the chest of a pig, sans chest plate.
Hurredly, the other two leapt up from around their small fire, shouting colourful insults and threats at their unseen attacker. Calmy, the black otter maid walked out of the shadows, her dark hood covering her face. Fiercely blue eyes glared from undernreath the silky fabric, twin long knives twirling fiercely at her sides. Over the hum ofthe gleaming silver swirling at her sides, she whispered Ah'll keel ye.
The larger of the pigs, a pudgy pink soldier, was first to draw his sword. Swinging his sword in a wide arc, Taith easily dodged the swipe, and moved in close to her target, drawing a small dagger from her pant leg. Before the ottermaid could make a stab at the pig, a heravy punch sent her sprawling.
Recovering quickley out of neccesity, she recovered her position fast. She easily slit the pigs throat, the warm blood spurting from his main artery.
Turning her fiery blue gaze on the reamaining pig, he quivered in fear. Run and tell ye army the Guard'ans o' Mossflow'r be out fer their blood.
The pig quickley scampered, and Taith rested against a tree, her head throbbing from the pigs blow.
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Finnerator Rudderbow
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Apr 15, 2008 15:09:41 GMT -5
*Finnerator quickly approached the injured pig though he was desprately trying to limp away from the site of the battle that killed so many of his comrades. She needed to find out more about the pig empire and to get that information, they would need to ask the pigs themselves. The pig spotted her coming after him and tried to break into an ungainly sprint, but didn't get very far because of the pain from the arrow in his thigh. With a determined look, he finally stopped and got into some kind of weak fighting stance with a broken spear in paw. Finnerator admired his bravery thinking that maybe the pigs weren't as cowardous as they seemed at first, but a little admiration was not going to help him at all. With her left paw she grabbed his spear and pushed it aside then brought the hilt of her dirk down on his head, effectively knocking him unconcious, at least for the time being*
*Suddenly, over the noise of the escaping pigs and a few warriors still waging battle, Finnerator heard a cry of agony. She recognized the voice, it was Fourth.
"Crystal! Crystal! Anyone! Alex! Aren't there any medics? My father's injured! He's losing blood..."
*The sea otter turned from her victim towards his voice. The first thing she saw was Fourth, kneeling by his father. Fourth's father, Rinafera. Finnerator couldn't see much from where she was, but Rinafera was on the ground and his shirt was stained with red. She sent up a prayer to any deity that might be watching then, but she couldn't do much else. Finnerator had no skills as a medic and knew that she would do more damage than good if she tried to help. Luckily, Riverwake responded in a matter of moments*
*With Rina taken care of, Finnerator tried to get her mind off of it and take care of the business at hand. She still had a duty to perform and there was no way for her to help him. Taking out a length of rope she kept in the quiver on her back, she started to tie the prisoner's... well, they weren't exactly "paws," but she tied them anyway. First the footpaws and then the forepaws. If the pink creature happened to recover conciousness, he would have a good bit of trouble trying to escape*
*Finnerator, now relatively sure that the pig could not run away, jogged over to the main area of the battle. Most of the remaining pigs had already made their escape and the fighting had ended. She tried to take stock of who was wounded or killed. Many of the pigs were dead or too seriously wounded to move. Sandegar looked like he had a wounded shoulder and then there was Rinafera... Where was Aster? If they ever needed a medic it was now. Finnerator knew she had next to no skills in healing, but she had to do something. She sprinted over to where Sandegar was holding a paw to his shoulder and giving some order to Raiden*
*Finnerator always thought this was the worst part of battle. When you realized how many people you killed how many of your friends died and how many needed help now before they died as well. The adrenaline rush was gone and now she was starting to think clearly again. There was blood everywhere and dead bodies all over the field in front of the gates of the fort. Finnerator never liked war.
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Riverwake
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Post by Riverwake on Apr 15, 2008 21:47:09 GMT -5
Many thanks, comrade.*Seg locked his vision in on Finnerator, and started running to the Fort's commander.*
*Riverwake, noticing the general shock of Rina's injury and that nobeast seemed to know the location of a medic, decided to take affirmative action to locate a medic. He noticed the brown blur known as Segault dashing through the field towards Finnerator.* Woah, Seg! Hold a moment! *Seg came to a halt next to Riv.* What's the info, Commander? When you report to Finnerator, ask permission to leave and retrieve Black Steel's fighting force. Before you ask me, yes, I want all twelve squads. Although everybeast is thinking on Rina, another attack is inevitable. Seeing that that Vomst character was a major and he had thirty under his command, I'd hate to see the force in it's entirety. We are definitely gonna need the whole crew. You've got your orders, now fulfill them! Consider it complete.*He continued his dash to Finnerator. He reached her in mere moments. She was standing next to an injured hare. He stole a glance at him, but quickly remembered his task at hand. He put on his finest command voice.* Commander Finnerator! *He saluted.* Segault Alexander Tremayne of the mercenary group Black Steel reporting in on the behalf of Shard, Oakrim, and Riverwake! *He lowered the salute and resumed his regular voice.* Sorry not to give you time to respond, but Riv wants me to go back to Black Steel HQ and retrieve our fighters. He says another attack is inevitable and we need more blades in the battle. Permission to depart?
*With the question of beastpower out of his mind, he returned to the fact that there was no medic present. His thoughts flew through his mind.* Now I know we had a medic back in the day, but who? Are they even here? Gah! Who was it? It was a mouse, wasn't it? Yes! Uh... female mouse, and um... she had a sister. No, they were twins! The Fleetpaws! Aster and Sapphire! Aster was the medic I remember! I've got to find her! *He took off to the only part of the area he hadn't seen, the cluster of trees where Oak and Shard were. He sprinted there and unlatched his spear from its holster on his back, just in case. He reached the edge of the trees, and he saw two pink figures circling something on the ground. He knew this could be nothing good. Deciding that the pigs were expendable, he threw his spear at the smaller, closer pig. It struck hard. The entire spearhead was protruding through the pig's chest, and the spear propped his body up. Already knowing the second pig had noticed his presence, Riv bent a small sapling in front of him. He was rewarded with a bit of spear sticking through the tree. He smiled. The pig had no weapon, neither did Riv. Good old fashioned paw-to-paw, or in this case, paw-to-hoof. He took the spear from the tree and threw it behind him, he then moved around the tree and squared up to the pig. The pig followed suit, understanding what was about to happen. The pig took a swing at Riv, Riv easily dodged and grabbed the pig's arm by the elbow. He cracked an evil grin as he brought his knee into the pig's arm. He heard a break. He quickly moved behind the pig and positioned one paw at the top of the back of his neck, and the other on his chin. He whispered into the pig's ear six words.* Such a fate awaits your leader!*He broke the pig's neck in a single movement. He threw the wasted torso to the ground, and examined what they were circling around. He realized what and who it was.* Damn the luck, our only medic is... *He checked her pulse. She still had one, so that was good.* she's only out cold, good. Better get her to the fort and analyze damage. *He got his spear out of the pig and placed it in his holster. He picked up the wounded medic and got back to the fort as fast as could. As he neared the rest of the guardians he announced to them the bad news.* Guys, I hate to be the bearer of bad news again, but Aster's out cold, and she's got several wounds. Anybeast have any medical skills at all?
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Post by aeroflyte on Apr 17, 2008 19:59:21 GMT -5
OOC: can some one please at least acknowledge my far superior presence???
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