The Horde Rises...

[Rakingclaw]

OOC: FYI dirge Sarak has a trident for a hand... and I haven't killed anyone yet. Oh and wolf I think the fox had a two handed axe in your last post.

BIC: "Really....Well thank you for volunteering to teach the others." Balash smiled wolfishly, with lightning speed and practiced ease he drew both Kukris, and with one swift movement he crisscrossed the blades along the rats unprotected throat, opening the dirty flesh in a spray of blood. Quickly altering his strokes he then drove the point of the left blade into the rats heart, and the other up under it's chin and into its brain picking it up off the ground in the process and slamming it onto the cold earth, his eyes never leaving the other three. As the vermin hit the ground and a pool of blood started growing around it's lifeless body Balash calmly asked again "One of you flea bitten skum take me to Isold, or die it is that simple."
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"Pleasure foxy ill make sure to tell everyone I meet where I got my new cloak from!" Sarak launched into a vicious downward slash as he brought his trident hand over the blade seeking to bury the prongs into the foxes face. His eyes never leaving the fox he roared at the oncoming ermine "Wait your turn rotback! I still need leggings to finish my outfit!" His big yellow eyes burned with madness, his mouth locked in a vicious snarl of wild unchecked rage and hatred.
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In a flash of snapping beak and claw Duskbloom attacked. His large black wings and crimson beak slashed and battered, a cold sharp hiss escaping his nostrils as he bore down on the white weasel. "Meeet your eeend foool! I amm deathss sswift wingss come to ssswollow your sssoul!! and fffeast on your flesh!!"

[Wolf Fenrir Helix]

OOC: So I did... Eh, he could have had another few weapons too.

Dirge, you mean "Deus ex Machina" not "Deuce ex Machina", correct? Also, The Rat V Rat, and Fox V Wildcat bits are further down the road, with the foraging parties.
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The rat dropped noiselessly to the ground, while the other three turned to face the killer.

"'s worht more than our lives to return without victuals rat-beast. Lady Isolde will have our heads if'n we do."

One of them drew a curved scimitar and held it loosely in his grip.

"Wait for hour, then follow us. We will return then."
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"I'm not about to die for your pleasure!"

Tyristan leapt back a few paces, missing the trident by mere inches. Still fighting smart, the former mercenary fox kept leading the larger wildcat towards the superior numbers of the camp.

"And again, I must tell you; Kill me, and our Warlady will have your head on a pike in retribution!"

Sliding shield into the way of the weapon his sword was parrying, he slashed at hip-height, aiming to cut muscles in the Wildcat's leg and slow him down.
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Isold's grin left her face very quickly... The swan was acting like anyone else who fought her; full-on attacks from the front. Twisting, turning and ducking, she avoided the beak and wings with almost casual ease.

"Oh, shut your mouth feather-brain! I've fought rats with more skill and brains than you!"

Without warning, she swung the iron weight on the Meteor hammer's end at the swan's left wing at the shoulder. As soon as she had swung the hammer, she threw the dagger at the beast's right shoulder. Hopefully, with both wings usless in the fight, she would then have the advantage.

[Rakingclaw]

Balash sneered at the insolent rodent "I will wait fifteen minutes.... and not a second more." looking at the four rats he placed his hands on his kukri's "Your time is running out rottskums I wont be patient if your late."
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"Foxy you will die and IT WILL BE MY PLEASURE!!" Sarak hissed "and as for your warlady she can come and try!!" Leaping up into the air as the blade swished under his feet Sarak kicked out seeking to plant a clawed foot strait into the foxes nose.
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Duskblooms frontal attack had been an attempt to draw out the weasels weapons, yanking in his wings at the last second and narrowly avoiding the hammer and knife. He struck out with his beak trying to get under the weasels guard, and out of reach of the fearsome hammer.

[Wolf Fenrir Helix]

"So you do have a brain hu... Umph!"

Well, that was her own fault for not paying too much attention to where the swan's beak was... Especially after the belter it gave her in the ribs, which sent her flying backwards a good dozen feet. Picking herself up, she coughed a few times then wiped the blood from her mouth.

"That... Hurt... A lot."

Trading dagger for the sword next to her, she threw herself into the fray again, this time parrying the beak with the sword and aiming to connect a decent blow to the bird's ribs with her hammer.

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"If you are that impatient to meet her, then take the road back that way."

At that, the desert rat pointed up the path the foraging party had gone.

"We have our orders and they will not be over-turned by your words."

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"You talk big for a windbag cat!"

As Sarak leapt into the air, Tyristan anglewd his sword, so that the cutting edge would take the kick, rather than his face.

OOC: Be careful Rak... I may just make this guy a PC, rather than an NPC... I like this guy a lot.

[dirgecallers]

Lentle looke on as the two beasts met in combat. Niether the fox, or the cat would win if it were brought to a dead heat, he realized. Even more worriesome, was the fact that Isolde was no where to be seen. Mayhap she was still caught up in the business of the swan.

Lentle picked up his quarterstaff again, this time with more determination. Two dead minions certainly would not please the captain, much less the death of a potential recruit. Sure the cat was crazy, but so was that scorpion he had 'recruited', and Idsolde seemd to have been happy with that....No, it was finally time for drastic measures.

Lentle got closer to the scene of the fight and positioned himself behind the fox. He addressed them both in a voice loud enough for them to hear. "Fine, kill one another! What do you think will happen to the victor then? He will surely die, if not from Isolde's wrath, then from the wounds he has taken. If you are so confident in your abilites then as to ignore me, than I am afraid I shall have to be someones second."
He bowed to the cat in a manner that was almost formal. "It will be a pleasure fighting you if I get the chance."
( done)