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Salamandastron: Dining Chamber
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This is the dining chamber for the mountain of Salamandastron.  It is a
veritable cavern, the necessity of feeding so many hares making the room
so big.  Dominating the room is a huge banquet table made of solid oak.
Nobeast knows how such a venerable object came to be here, but its
presence is undeniable.  Smaller tables skirt the outside of the room,
each sitting near a large torch burning brightly in its sconce.  The chair
at the head of the table is different from the plain maple chairs that
occupy the rest of the room - it belongs to the Badger Lord.  The massive
object is graced with a carving of the very mountain it is in, with the
sun setting over the sea.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Out]                                 [K]itchens
[M]ain [H]all

The doors to the dining chamber crashing open and drawing most everyone's attention, Zoe enters with a determined and dangerous glint to her eye, with a somewhat more subdued-looking - as in, still capable of rational thought - Oxeye following behind her. The Colonel makes her way purposefully over to the end of the table and then jumps up onto an empty chair, holding her paws up above her head to gather everyone's attention, "Lain, one of our healahs, has returned t' us from the clutches o' the corsairs!" She pauses, allowing this to sink into the murmuring quiet of the hares. She then continues, "She also brings word t' us as t' how to greatly wound these vermin! An ambush! Everyone, get t' the armory, get yer weapons, and gathah at the niche! We'll need a cart full o' lumber, and -lots- of arrows.. On the double, now!" She then  drops back down to the floor and turns back towards the door, trusting that her orders will be carried out.

Telek looks up from a half finished meal at he Colonel's entrance, watching and listening blankly. He doesn't know Lain personally, in fact not at all but orders are orders and he rises leaving his food where it lies and heads for the door.

Leaning against the wall near to the doors that lead out of the dining room chamber, Jarril watches and listens, then shakes his head slightly.  "I hate being right."  He murmurs and then calls out to his officers in his patrol.  "Alright, ya heard her.  Get suited up and meet out in formation at the niche as soon as possible.  Come on, food times over, wot!"

Furnier had been sat where else but the dining room? At least when he's not in the infirmary. :P His arm, now healed enough for some light work, puts down a piece of food, and he stands as he hears Zoe, calling to nobeast in particular, "Can I go?" as if he had already been answered, he heads for the doorway.

Without any change of expression, and without a word, Sundew stands from her seat at the table, glancing at the rest of the hares. Making her way to the door, she glances back at those still seated and claps her hands. "That's it, get movin' chaps, c'mon now, look smart, eh?'

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Rahier had been quite happily stuffing his face compliments of the plateful of food set before him. At the orders, he hops back out of his chair, crumbs flying everywhere. And get moving he does.. a sad parting glance to his mostly unfinished meal, before dashing out.

Burdock walks into the chamber, ready to catch a bit of tuck. His eyes look up and see all the hares looking serious and standing up. His ears flop down and his bottom lip purses. "Hrrm... I dont 'pose dinner be o'er yet, mates?"

Zoe_Lang doesn't even register the confusion and activity around her, but instead simply continues on to the door and out, perhaps to gather her own weaponry, and then on to the niche.

Salamandastron: Niche
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You are next to a niche in the side of the mountain, which blocks out
everything to the west with its immense rocky bulk.  Just barely visible
is a small fissure in the rock, through which it looks like you could
'enter' the mountain.
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                  Visible Exits:
[A]way from [M]ountain                [Enter] the Mountain

Jarril stands about near his officers and looks of all serious-ness, even if it's to keep his officers feeling better about it.  Giving encouragement here and there, the major inwardly sighs knowing that some may not be coming back, even him for that matter and taking a look about where he had called home for a while, the hare smiles and nods his head before checking on his weapons again.  "Ah fiddles.  Getting ta setimental in my young age."

Beach

The intense sun bakes the golden sand of the beach.  To the north and south all that can be seen is sand.  The salty air flows off of the glassy green surface of the ocean to the west.  Far out on the ocean a pelican swoops down and flies off with a fish.  Pearly shells rest in the sand.  It is your typical beach scene, nothing out of the ordinary can be seen.

Exits: [Sh]allows, [U]pshore, [T]ravel [D]ownshore

The setting on this fateful day is a relatively high out-cropping of cliff, surrounded on three sides by nothingness and with only one direction in which to retreat. Below this cliff lies the sea, waves crashing up against the rocks. It is a relatively still day, and for all appearances, the cliff appears empty. Upwind and uphill from the cliff, a small, dense gathering of trees rest, but beyond that, all is still and quiet... That is, until a large force of hares appears, marching towards the cliff, two carts in tow, one full of wood and the other full of arrows. When the large group reaches the edge of the cliff, they begin setting up, almost all eyes towards the water below - after all, they are expecting a ship below.

Jarril moves about within his own patrol, looking at Sundew in case she has any orders to pass down to him.  "Alright.  Let's get set up.  Archers, make sure ya got ample supply of arrows and stand by for further orders."  Moving past Taron, Jarril smiles.  "Make sure our healers are ready ta deal in any casualities."  Moving back towards Sundew, the major salutes.  "Sah, all is being prepared, any other orders ya want me ta pass down ta my officers?"

The Confederates are split up into two different groups; one group almost directly 'neath the LPers, and the other hidden in a shallow trench amidst the foliage. The one in the foliage is the larger; not all beasts are willing to go underground. A lookout, painted the color of bark, rests on a limb, watching the group. Smiling to himself, he slides down. The beasts underground, however, are not as fortunate; the only order they will get will be the order to charge, if it is loud enough, and not the position of the enemy. Saltar, himself, for various reasons, kneels amidst the foliage, in light armor, a saber in one hand and a dagger in the other. All remains to be silent amidst the two groups of vermin.

Sundew looks Jarril in the eye as she speaks, occasionally glancing out to the water below. "Tell 'em to give it all they've got," she says, audibly but quietly. "Everythin's prepared then, I take it? Today is a day out of all days, Majah.."

Taron nods to his Major and says "Aye sar." patting the two quivers on his side, "Though I dont be thinkin we will have many casulties with such a high advantage." he smirks and nods turning towards the rest of the patrol going through and speaking with the healers, as he strings his bow.

Slipping a rather fresh javelin into his belt, Oxeye re-checks his bound paws for the hundredth time. For a moment, the buck shoots Zoe a concerned glance... before assuming a completely professional appearance. The hare is looking forward to maybe finishing off any survivors of their intended ambush -- particularly that wildcat. For the moment, he lingers close to the cliff's edge. Arrows are for archers, and so he doesn't bother to take up a bow. Ox stands with his eyes narrowed and jaw set... Come on Delvei.

Hares? Not just hares. :P From out of hiding, comes a red squirrel. But not any red squirrel. His right arm is bound tightly, he carries nought but a dagger...and he SHOULD be at the mountain. :P He decides he can show himself to the hares now they're too far away to send him back, so he thinks. :P "Um...Hi..." he waves the dagger as he draws up to the party, presumably only loud enough for the closest to hear.

Burdock stands by the others, lookin out at the sea. His red fur shimmers in the sun light and his eyes glint with excitment of battle. His head shifts into the direction of the squirrel. "I say! What d'ya be doin' here, Furnier? This b'aint no bally place fer you tah be! I 'pose yeh want yer own slice o' the jolly ol' battle pie? Harr, warrior spirit, this 'un!" his nose quivers and a small smile appears, his large buck teeth showing under his white muzzle.

Zoe is standing beside the carts, giving orders about this and that, but mainly about setting up the fires for lighting the arrows. And, soon enough, the fires are set and beginning to smoke and crack, and soon enough to flame. The runners of the group are set to the task of maintaining these - unless they can shoot an arrow decently straight, that is.

Bludstripe stands with the command group overlooking the operations, his helmet held in the crook of his arm. He looks out on the ocean and tries to spot any sign of a ship. His stomach knots up with concern, unease filling his form. Its just too easy... He shakes his head and growls softly, muttering under his breath, "Time to pay those vermin back in full for the wrongs they've done us." He turns around to cast a glance back to the forest. His blinks a couple times and narrows his eyes. Did that branch just move?... No. He looks to Zoe, "Everything going smoothy Colonel?"

The look out signs hurriedly at Saltar, pointing, waving and making bow signs. Finally, Saltar nods his comprehension. All the steel amidst the group in the foliage has been covered by mud to prevent the telltale glint of steel. For the beasts 'neath the ground, it doesn't matter. Saltar nods to his beasts, and they all come to their knees, still almost invisible among the foliage. They do not move.

A towering, hefty weasel named Gritchel clutches her spear and pokes her sandy snout out of one of the corsairs' pits.  Squinting at the hot, shimmering beach and tugging at her ragged brown tunic to fan her matted chest, she pants to a grimy rat beside her, "'ell's teeth!  Can't see a thing!  'S so -'ot- down 'ere!  Dark forest take all of 'em, hares -and- Saltar!  I-"  The rat cuts her short, hissing, "Stow th' gab, Slobberchops, an' get yer ugly 'ead back down 'ere!"

Nodding his head back at Sundew, Jarril smiles looking about.  "Nice day that it is, colonel.  Definately the one ta get some exercise and all."  Nodding his head, the major walks back to convey the colonels message to his patrol before giving some other orders here and there, before rechecking his own weapon.  Moving a paw to touch his dirk, the hare frowns.  "Great.  Forgot that broke."  Looking about he sends out another order.

Furnier just nods kinda sheepishly at Burdock, as though he was expecting reprimand. "Yeah...um...I wanna prove I can 'elp the Patrol with the fightin'..." he continues toward the patrol, clutching his only weapon of the dagger.

A apple in his mouth, Remi approaches Zoe. He blinks as he spots the badger lord and bows. "Me lord, wot wot. I could shoot a eye out from a verm from bally miles off. Colonel iffn I may wif yer orders lassy wot wot? I'll shoot dem faster den we can eat a feast an' we'll be home by dinner! Got me bow an' arrows, plus some medicinal stuffin's, weeza be needin' it."

Sundew smiling at Jarril's cheeriness, Sundew glances back on the hares of her patrol, before casting her gaze at the Badger Lord, and Zoe_Lang. After a few minutes of silence, she checks herself, and returns to giving orders to the patrol, reassuring some of the hares and generally preparing herself.

Zoe_Lang glances towards Bludstripe and then dips her head in a nod, "Aye, m'lord, everythin's goin' t' plan.." Her voice is grim and tinged with the bite of vengeance. She gives the badger a sharp salute and turns back towards the sea, scanning it with a paw to her forehead to block the bright sun. Where's the ship?

Rahier nods to Taron and the other talking healers, quite ready himself. The healer stands grouped with the others, squirming a bit as he apprehensively adjusts his belt and satchel. While staying warily away from the edge of the cliff, he does peer out across the water, paw bridged over his eyes.. looking to spot the ship.

Bludstripe's ear flicks as he hears Jarril nearby, a smile playing on his features as he tugs the cloth wrapped bundle that was shoved in his belt, and tosses it towards the hare. "Hopefully you won't need it today laddybuck, but I finished it last night." He winks and settles his eyes back to the sea, hazel eyes locked on the waves. His exterior is cool as ice, but he is ready for battle. He is hungry for it... Vengeance the only way to sate the hunger.

However, when Remi speaks, Zoe gives him a distracted glance, "Aye, aye.. sure 'nough. Get in line with the archers, eh?" She then looks back towards the sea.

Burdock shakes his head wearily, his long ears sway softly. His adjusts his belt and pats his dirk's hilt and glances back at the spear strapped to his back. He clicks his tongue against his teeth. "Best report tah Ms. Zoe, Sah! She'll be wantin' tah know yer here!" he points in the direction where he can see Zoe giving orders.

"Tha healars are all set in yer patrol sar." Taron says coming up behind Jarril, "And they be seemin a might bit optimistic about today's campaign." He says with a smile, his ears standing strait on end, "Me earlier feelings might have been for nothin sar." he says before glancing at the nod from Rahier.

Mora, a young rat with a missing ear is amongst the others crouching in the foliage. She clutches her twin daggers and peers out at all the hares. An evil grin spreads across her muzzle as she waits impatiently...this will be fun.

Furnier simply nods, and looks over to Zoe. Uh-oh. -_- He makes his way through the crowd until he eventually reaches the colonel, prodding her shoulder so she knows he's there. "Um...hiya..."

Jarril deftly catches the dirk and smiles, inspecting the blade closely and smiles.  "Not a mark on her, you're the best, sah."  Putting the dirk into it's place, the hare at least has something that he can defend with at close range but goes back to re-wiring his bow and testing it.  "Pity, wanted ta at least see some of them close up when they died, doncha know."

Grinning abit, Remi pulls one of two packs from his back. He drops one down near Zoe. "I trustin' yah won't eat me applers righto Colonel? Keep'n nice and safe." The hare finishes his apple and notches a arrow to his bow before moving over to the archers. "Sooner we finish them scummers off, sooner I can make some of me apple pies fer the others."

Broody Boxer. The buck remains not far from the cliff's edge, shifting his footing to gain firm ground. Hopefully there lies no evil rats with daggers beneath this Oxeye. He grunts, ignoring the proceedings as the LP archers begin to get ready. Where is that bloody ship?

Making her way over to Zoe_Lang, leaving her patrol in Jarril's capable paws for a few moments, she nudges her fellow Colonel gently and gestures to the cliff-edge. "Everythin' set? Hopefully this'll all go smoothly.. s'bout time they got what's comin', eh?"

Oron is standing stock still staring down at his footpaws shufflling in the sand. He coughs falsely, and adjusts his sword so it is at an angle where he can reach it easier during battle. Sighing deftly, he gazes seaward, scanning the horizon.

Suddenly, a red sail comes into view---a black skull can be seen, though hazily, on it, with a saber through one eye. It is sailing close to the shore, as if it's pilots are afraid to edge away. Muffled shouts come from it---a signal to Saltar. Grinning, the ferret motions for his beasts to take one step forward, and they comply---silently, without rustling many branches.

Luckily enough, a wind picks up.

Bludstripe places his helmet on his head, specially forged by a close friend for him, the dark colored armor gleams in the sunlight, inlaid with crimson the suit lends more to the air of power the badger possess'. His eyes take a second to adjust, but he could not miss that sail. He unshealthes his sword and plants it between his footpaws firmly leaning on it as he roars out his orders. "Sails on the horizon, ready yourselves hares!"

Her eyes widening and then narrowing as she turns to see Furnier, Zoe is about to respond when Sundew then steps up to her. She glances between the two and then with a slight shake of her head, she glances back towards the sea - and sees the ship! Forgetting all else, she calls out, pointing, "Ship's in view! Ready yerselves, archers! Get ready t' dip them arrows 'n' fire!" Thus, it's likely that most everyone is looking to the sea.

Mora promptly takes a step forward, eyes alight with the anticipation for the battle. She hardly dares to breath, however, until the command to charge is given, lest she give their position away.

Burdock perks his ears up, and his whiskers shake in dread and ecitment mixed together. His heart cluthches and his footpaw stamps into the ground. "Come tah me, yah blinkin' vermin. Ol' Burdock wont be fooled by yurr slippery ways ah'gain!" Burdock growls, his paw grips his dirk hilt.

Shaking off any expectations of a response from Zoe, Sundew keeps her gaze fixed on the ship now in full view of the company. Back with her own patrol, she nods to Jarril, and glances back to the archers. Waiting.

Gritchel continues to climb up a ladder set against the wall of the pit.  "Aw, shuddup!" she sneers at the rat below.  "Ye bossy-bottomed ole--Ack!" she shouts as the sand suddenly gives way and she falls on top of the rat below.  He quickly throws a paw over her mouth, but not quickly enough: a brief yell rings out, then suddenly, is eerily silenced.

Furnier turns his head as do most of the hares as they all see the sail or hear the shouts. He watches the sail, fidgeting with his dagger...wait. What was that yell? o_O

With out hesitation Taron moves back into his patrol and begins final preparations for his arrows, drawing one and running a paw finger along the feather, "Best bluddy arrows I have." he says to himself as he sets it on the string awaiting the next commands from the colonel or his major.

Jarril moves up to where the other archers are in his patrol and tests the wind.  Dipping his arrow into one of the small fires he lifts up and ears standing erect, tests the wind again before re-adjusting and fires.  Watching the arrow fly in the air, the arrow falls just short of the ship and the hare frowns.  "Just one more."  Taking another bow again and readying it.

The ferret Archon nods, signalling for everyone to move forward, now under cover that almost no one is looking towards the forest. A sigh escapes Saltar's mouth; a quiet one. "I'm going to -kill- that Captain. Or... Maybe they didn't notice..." he muses to himself. "Prepare to charge."

Bludstripe turns suddenly as he hears a noise behind him. There was no mistaking that shout, even with the helmet on his head. He growls and pulls his zweihander from the sand, holding it at his side as he begins stalking towards the unknown source of the noise. "I heard something..." He mutters, voice resonating in his helm.

Oron's eyes narrow as he runs his paw up and down his sword. His heart is beating faster and faster, like a drumroll. As a noise emits in the background, his ears perk up. "Someone's there."

A large black weasel gabs the two vermin. "Arrg, yeh bloddy idiots! Yeh keep quiet 'till 'ee Cap'n orders udderwise! if'n not, yeh'll be more scared o' me 'n 'ny ugly hare!" He snarls.

"Fire? Didn't hear nuttin' bally bout light me arrows on flame!" Remi looks out at the ship. "I'll put that there fear 'side fer now or try 'least." The hare rather timidly lights one of the arrows and pulls back. "Dis oner hears fer me pops wot wot!" He takes aim towards the boat...

Glancing around absently at the yell, Zoe shrugs lightly, "'Tis just some excited hare in the ranks, Blud.." Frowning distractedly, she calls out to the archers, "Ready yer arrows, ye lot! Be ready t' fire!" She raises an arm, watching as the ship seems to inch so -very- slowly nearer..

Oxeye's ears twitch at the sound. His eyes narrow further, but he doesn't panic or slip into some highly-suspicious bloodhound-form. Instead, the buck simply cracks his knuckles. His eyes linger on the ship, but his weight has definitely shifted... almost as if he expects some other sort of attack, on mere instinct...

Gritchel and her rat companion gurgle and squirm as the weasel grabs them and snarls into their ears.  "S-s-sorry, Sir, er, Yer Honor, er, Yer Wership!  Won't 'appen agin!" Gritchel babbles.

What the weasel Gibbs lacks in brains, he certainly makes up for in brawn. He crouches in the foliage like a rat in its hovel, armed to the teeth and prepared to attack on command. As the vermin creep foward in the thicket of forest, he duly follows, ignoring the snivelings of Gritchel in the ranks. He must stick to his duty, or he'll fall behind, and that will be deadly.

Oron pulls an arrow out of his quiver, testing the wind on it before he readies the arrow on his bow. He pulls the string back full length, his eye falling straight in a line on the arrow as he takes aim, but does not fire.

Bludstripe cracks his knuckles around the handle of his blade as he squeezes it, growling loudly. "I know I heard something..." He stands at the rear of the hares, looking down to the treeline... Nothing. He shakes his head, and turns back to the ship. "Just the battle lust playing tricks on my mind." He says quietly, his voice now lined heavily with malice. If everything goes to plan he'll never lay a paw on a vermin foe, but how often does war work out properly?

Dipping his notched arrow into the flames next to him, the healer sighs "Ere we go now." Taron draws his bow back slowly, closing one eye sighting down the shaft of his arrow aiming at the large red sail, awaiting the order to fire.

The hare's ready to roll! Remi waits for the order as well, watching the ship.

Furnier just stands, mainly because most poses have slipped by. -_- He looks at the small, tarnished dagger, wondering if perhaps this will be enough...

The Captain in question swears quietly at his men. He draws his dagger smoothly, crawling up to Gritchel. "Listen, I'll cut yor throat if y' don't stowit, unnerstand?" Meanwhile, Saltar edges forward, as far as it's safe. He continues to wait, eyes moving to examine his exact position. Then, a roar escapes his mouth, suddenly, and, after a moment of bewilderment, the vermin are all obliged to take up the yell as well. There is no need to say 'charge'; the scream is enough, and the forces surge forward, pikemen with shields held firmly and pikes lowered, followed by archers with arrows nocked to their bows. They fire a volley, though at this range it's likely most of them will miss.

The scream is loud enough for the Captain to hear. "Ataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!" he screams, pushing himself upwards in bounds. About ten troops surface at once, bewildered to find themselves about ten feet away from the hares. "Er." the Captain falters. "You heard me! Attack! Ignore the badger!"

The beasts take it up as a warcry. "Ignorrrrre the badgerrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

Mora takes up the loud roar as she dashes forward with the others, brandishing her daggers. She's in the back ranks, but that's just as well. There's plenty of time to enjoy the fight once there.

Bludstripe whirls about just in time to have an arrow bounce off his shoulder plate. His voice roars out over the vermin, "AMBUSH! ABOUT FACE HARES!" The bloodlust is full on him as he charges towards the on rushing vermin, numbers not mattering, all he wants is to deal death to his enemies. The sword swings above his head as he howls his chilling warcry, "Eulaliaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The black Weasel, nammed Ripsnort, licks his sword, the cold metal shining. His feet pound up out of the ground and he growls. "Arrrrraaahhh!! Yeh bloody rabbits, come tah me, I'll make sure yer eyes don' see ah'nudder day!!" He swings his sword, shield in the other paw.

Gritchel starts as the first yell echoes against the cliffs.  "B-b-but Cap'n!" she stammers miserably.  "Weren't that th' order ter charge?"

Mallow room-pages, "Ack!  Well, we'll say my pose came before that one from Ripsnort.  Sorry about that.".

With a war cry good enough to freeze blood ringing in their ears, many of the hares turn around in surprise, and given that many of the archers stand on the edge, one is knocked by another and, attempting to rebalance, he nevertheless tumbles backwards and off the cliff. At this, Zoe blinks, looking to the space where a hare previously stood but now does not. "Bloody 'ell.." Blinking once more, Zoe then turns towards the charging  vermin - and then those that pop up from the ground as if from no where. Oh, fun. She draws her sword quickly, a steady stream of curses exiting the Colonel's mouth as she looks around, and it's obvious that they're outnumbered severely.

Burdock whips around, he is closest to the vermin being in the back of the hares. He gets out his dirk, stumbling trying to get ready for them. His eyes widen, and his ears stand up on end.

Another weasel, Bloodtail comes racing across the dunes, grinning like a mad fool with the other vermin. He grips his shortbow and cutlass as he charges towards the hares! "Me gonna have some hare stew tu'nite I will!"

Uh-oh. Cursing as the cries reach his ears, Oxeye spins on his heels, paw raised. Forget some stupid ship. Here's his chance to really throw a punch or two. The hare springs into action, sprinting towards the forest line -- eeerrrr. Enter the pit-vermin. His step falters, as he turns to face those that arrive from the sands, as well. Ox leaps towards the nearest corsair, paws flying and footpaws lashing out swiftly.

Bludstripe's sword immediately claims one of the ten charging beasts, and his head is disconnected, spraying his comrades with blood. The captain ducks, rolls, then discreetly shuffles sideways. Another volley of arrows whips out.

Sundew swears under her breath and shouts the order to her hares to turn and face the oncoming attack. Realising the situation and the serious ratio of numbers in the corsairs' favour, she swears some more and draws her lance, glancing at the hares beside her, whom she may not see again after this day.

Vern raises his sword high in the air, running as fast as his legs can carry him. But when the marten spots Bludstripe, he soon starts to stop his mad rush, backing up in fear. He shudders at the sight of the badger. "Uh-uh-uh."

Furnier is confused by the sudden loud yelling. He turns with the hares, looking around in bewilderment. "Wh-what's happenin'?" he stares as vermin seem to just raise up out of the ground. Like zombies. o_O

Jarril misunderstands the yell and fires at the ship with his fire arrow, seeing it hit home at the top of the sail, not seeing what is behind him at the time he lodges another arrow into his bow and stops.  With his ears twirling around the hare feels a cold shiver run up his back.  "Oh ya gotta be pulling my bally tail..."  Turning around and looking or trying to through the rows of hares he see's a quick glimpse of something coming at them.  Changing his bow to look into the air, he fires one fire arrow up and frowns.  "Archers!  About turn and fire over our troops!"  The major souts out loud.

Furnier room-pages, "If someone ICly notices me and I don't ICly respond, sorry. It's because I can't read the poses in too much detail.".

Gritchel hesitates, looking around miserably as the other vermin clamber out of the pit ahead of her.  Finally, all have left except her.  Trembling with fear, barely able to keep a hold of her sword, she whines, "Er . . . charge!" and scrambles up the ladder.

"Oh bally heck wot wot!" Remi blinks as the vermin pop up from the ground. "Dontcha know when yer in the ground yah supposed tah stay in the ground?" The arrow gets fired towards Bloodtail, a firey streak going through the air!

The pikebeasts continue their charge, but suddenly grind to a halt---they stand there, shields protecting them in a tight phalanx, the archers firing arrows over their heads. Saltar is, surprisingly enough, in the front rank, a shield in front of him. He peeks over the top of it.

Ripsnort runs into Vern, his teeth show att he stupid vermin. "Ignore 'ee badger, get those rabbits!" He runs towards them, ducking an arrow and rolling. He comes up near Remi and swings his sword, quicker than lightning.

Oron throws his bow down on the ground, drawing his sword quickly as he springs up, whirling his sword aloft. He hurls himself into the fray, yelling bloodcurdling cries. "Eeulaaaliaaa!!!"

The captain sees a target---Oxeye. And Oxeye isn't a badger! Whoopee! The corsair in Oxeye's way falls to punches, but the Captain swings his sword at the hare's shoulder. "Hah!"

Watches Jarril's arrow hit its mark and then turns around as it occurs to him what's happening, he blinks quickly looking at the major, "Sar?" he says looking back at the charging Corsair he draws back on his bow again sending his flaming arrow towards the charging beasts.

Burdock flashes he dirk at Gritchel. "Yeh got more tah be 'fraid of then The ol' Badger Lord!" He runs right at her, dirk ready and battle face on. His foot paws spray sand and dirt everywhere.

Jarril barks out orders, not exactly meeting any of the vermin yet.  "Keep in rank, fire at the targets!"  He loads one and fires quickly, downing one coming up from the beach.

Bludstripe holds his blade in two paws, armor clanking as he deals death left and right, stuck in a sea of vermin that act as if he doesn't exist. He ignores the vermin that ducks away, instead taking on those that stand before him, seeing the military formations coming together behind the charge. Another arrow clangs against his chest plate. He roars out in frustration, there's too many! He swings as fast as he can, trying to make a dent in the force attacking, but its not making any difference.

Still cursing at her stupidity, Zoe attempts to rally the troops into some semblance by the mere force of her shouting, but apparently everyone's in too much of a panic to do anything but act out 'every man for themselves'. Thus, she pushes through the hares till frozen in place to meet the vermin charging from the pits head on, her eyes narrowed and her sword held at the ready.

Vern heeds Ripsnort's words, charging madly into the adrenaline rush, sword pointed forward. He fights his way through a few hares, finding his way to Oron. He swings his sword, making a downward cut for his shoulder.

The burning projectile hits Bloodtail across the left arm, burning it abit and cutting a slice through his tunic. He growls as he tries to make his way through the hares towards Remi. The weasel sheathes his cutlass and fires a arrow from his bow towards the hare!

Sundew pushes through the ranks to join Zoe_Lang at the front, ready for the charging vermin. Ignoring the yells of those around her, holding out her lance with a steady paw, she waits, the beauty of the day lost upon her in the midst of an attack.

Saltar's mouth open and closes as he shouts. "Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!" He looks about worriedly, then signals to a Colonel. "Take all the beasts that can be spared from the line and CHARGE!" The colonel nods his obediance, signalling at men, and then a group begins to charge, to aide their comrades in the fray. Saltar curses as one of his beasts screams, a Confederate arrow poking out of back.

Gritchel's halts as Burdock rushes her.  A horrified, pitiful expression transforms her face as she lamely raises her sword and stands her ground, shield before her, muscles taught.  The harsh sound of metal striking metal sounds as her blade meets Burdock's.

Rahier stumbles back in surprise as the whole bunch of vermin spring forth from the ground. A look of incomprehension, before the shouting hits his ears. He fumbles for a moment as his eyes are fixed on the approaching vermin..tearing his sword free from where it hangs at his belt. Assuming a fighting stance, he holds his sword before him in both paws. Over the loud din, his ears latch on to Zoe's shouting..he shuffles back to join the Colonel, blade pointed outwards.

Oo! A certain blade slices a jagged line in the buck's shoulder before he can turn to face his assaulter. It's a Captain. Not that Oxeye recognizes such a rank... but a corsair is a corsair.  The hare has time to smirk vaguely, before throwing a series of punches and kicks -- particularly, a powerful hook aimed at the ferret's jaw and a long, swift leg to sweep the beast's legs out from under him. Grrrr. "Y'lot are just a buncha cowards, aren't you?" Ox snarls, stepping back to avoid the ferret, laying low another vermin as he approaches before returning his attention to the Captain. "Loverly plan. Ambush, eh? Wish I'd thought o'it."

Jarril moves through the hares until he finds a frontal position and unleashes a few quick arrows on target be they shields or the actual vermin themselves.  Placing another arrow into his bow, he spots a rat coming right at him and fires at point blank range, seeing the arrow go right through.  "This isn't working."  The hare aims again and knows he have to drop the bow sooner or later, preferably sooner.

Whoa, Furnier can't stand and daydream now, as a rat swings a sword at him. Now, Furni might seem like a right wimp, but that played an advantage earlier on in his life. :P He might not have much fighting skill, but he's no stanger to killing. The rat swings the blade at his head, and he ducks aside, going for what the ex-thief used to always attack: his opponents neck. Splatch! The rat falls, clutching at his neck. Furni ignores him, instead more interested in the sword. Two blades now! Rock on!

Burdock grits his teeth as the vibrations of the blade hit his arm. He parries back, holding out his blade. Stepping back forward to attack Gritchel, his blade movements are wuick and cunning. Swipe, stab, whoose, jab, slash! Burdock is aiming to kill!

The captain grunts as he is tripped, then rolls, the fist aimed for his chin missing. His sword swings out in a hard arc at Oxeye's legs.

Taron fallows staying close to his major, "Give em the blood they want, he calls out letting loose a few arrows towards the vermin. He looks towards his major and says "Sar, this isnt going to be good."

"Bet that bally hurt ol' chum wot wot! My apologies an' al that dontcha yah know and stuffin's!" The arrow fired by Bloodtail hits the sack of apples and spears some of them. "That blighter shot me dead center in me apples! Me APPLES I SAY!" Remi grumbles and moves forwards abit, watching Bloodtail. "I didn't wanna haven'ta hurt yah but...yah did the unthinkable, shootin' me best fruits!" The hare moves towards the weasel and draws his dagger.

Ewan lacks too much a sense of creativity to belt out some stunning warcry. He simply surges towards the nearest hare - Sundew - at an impressive speed for his sheer size. "Y'bloody ingrate!" he manages to holler. It sounds ferocious, though he's ignorant of it's meaning. Rawr. Upon reaching a range close enough to the hare for an attack, the weasel slashes his blade towards the ground diagonally, aiming for Sun's chest.

The lowered pikes are now almost at the front line of the hares. "Aide your comrades! Go on!" the colonel screams, hanging in the back.

"THERES TOO MANY ZOE!" Blud roars out over the din, blood dripping from his blade, as he concentrates on removing a particularly brave vermin from his innards. Suddenly that fox whom he was just about to disembowel is join by several more snarling corsairs, making him take a few steps back, "WE NEED TO FIND A WAY OUT!" He roars, his eyes alight with love for battle.

Gritchel pants, eyes wide and bloodshot with terror.  "Please!  Ack!  No!" she gasps as she falls down in the sand on her back.  "Mercy!  Mercy!" she blubbers, crawling backwards and waving her sword wildly, blocking Burdock's blows through sheer luck.

Lamerok is charging with the others. He has his broadsword drawn and he starts to swing randomly at the hares close to him.

Oron readies his sword, and snaps around in surprise at the charging vermin. He snaps around quickly, to find Vern running ahead to him. Blades clashing visiously, Oron steps forward and backwards, jabbing in all different places at the same time. The buck is chances a downward slash at Vern, grounding him.

Pulling himself forward away from the ranks of his fellow corsairs, a weasel advances on Zoe, swinging cutlass wildly in anticipation of bloodshed.

Ripsnort growls, his eyes flash around as he finds a hare with his back to the weasel. Rip quickly stabs the hare and moves on, ducking attacks and arrows.

Coming up through the melee, Kenai brandishes her dirk at several rats, cutting down a few before getting slashed herself. Gritting her teeth, Kenai winces at the Badger Lord's roar. "Too many..." she murmurs, peering around for a way out of the chaos.

Jarril nods at Taron as he unleashes another arrow.  "It's that damned ferret.  Wish I could spot him so I can tell him how smelly he is."  The major frowns a bit more and decides to ditch his bow after the next shaft is released right into a stoat.  "Try not ta get separated and stick to my back, Taron!"

At the last minute, having been alerted by the insult, Sundew leaps out of the way and the sword manages only to slice the fur on her left shoulder. "Bloody ingrate y'self!" she shouts at Gibbs, swinging her lance deftly, aiming a blow at his face with a hindpaw shortly afterwards.

A snarling weasel comes up behind Gritchel, stabbing at her back. "Mercy, huh!" he screams. "Coward!"

"Don't talk much, eh?" Ox grunts in return, lifting one paw to avoid the sweeping blade -- before another vermin charges at him. Balance lost, the boxer narrowly avoids the Captain's attack as he's nearly tackled. "What is -with- y'lot? Damn corsairs! Where's that Gen'rel?" Oxeye roars, throwing his latest attacker, a rat, off with some difficulty. He's being swarmed. The hare has time to draw his javelin before bounding back to the Captain, bringing the long weapon down upon the ferret.

The weasel cackles as he moves slowly through the hare's defenses. Bloodtail pulls out his cutlass as he watches Remi, grinning. Teeth yellow and stained, the vermin reaks of liquor. "C'min getta'it rabbit!"

Backing into Kenai purely by coincidence, Spritz glances over his shoulder at his wife, aiming a throwing knife at a charging ferret.

Watching as countless hares are felled around her, Zoe snarls and charges forward, meeting the weasel as he advances. Not wasting her time with swinging her sword unnecessarily, she instead takes a well-placed slice at one of his cutlass-swinging arms.

The javelin slams into the Captain, forcing the air out of him. He struggles to his feet, bringing his sword down to slash the javelinshead off the javelin. "That the best y' got?" he asks, choking on blood.

Mora works her way through the vermin pressing forward from her position in the back, shoving them aside as she hurries toward the battle. Then she reaches her goal and dashes for the first hare she sees: Kenai. She heads for Kenai's side, attempting to stab her with one of her twin daggers. She doesn't shout or make noises right now. She's hoping to surprise this hare as best she can.

Furnier punches a stoat right in the muzzle as said vermin slashes his cheek. Ow. Using the sword to finish off his foe, he kicks at a rat aiming to ambush him, winding the beast heavily. Proper bo.

Vern's arm arm gets a huge, nasty gash strewn upon it, but he knows he can't give up yet. He lashes out at the hare, headbutting him harshly. He attempts a downward stab for Oron's leg, grinding his teeth in pain.

Taron nods to the major giving a few more shots with his arrows, "Aye sar, blood an vinegar." he says as the vermin start getting to his area.

A good cut measures down the weasel's arm, the creature growling at the colonel as he swings the cutlass clumsily, aiming for Zoe's shoulder...

Yelping in surprise, Kenai peers at the body that has collided with her back. One quick glance, reassured, and she block an incoming blow with her dirk, the shock sending a violent sting through her arm. Mora's attack does suprise her, and she takes a shallow dagger stab in her side. She doubles over, wincing, before taking a slash at Mora's neck.

Bludstripe swings his sword in a horizontal arc, blood rushing down the runners of his blade before it bites deep into the neck of the rat before him, removing head from shoulders as a gauntleted paw lashed out, crushing the muzzle of the fox next to the rat. When the beast falls he spots the charge pikebeasts. "WATCH THE CHARGE! SPEARS AND SHIELD COMING!" He tries to alert his hares, command forgotten in this ambush.

Burdock tries to block an attack and steps back, only to stumble on a dead rat's body. He falls, his dirk flying out of his paws. His eyes blink and see it glint in the sun before falling, out of reach. His turns his head to look at he vermin above him.

A scared rat turns, peering at the line of charging pikes. "Eh! I'm a rat, I tell ye!" he screams; but the pikemen cannot afford to stop, and they slam into the first rank of hares, slaying the rat.

Jarril unleashes the next arrow and falls another of the corsairs and reaches back.  "Great.  Ran out of them."  Putting the bow around his back, the major takes out the dirk and stands his ground.

Shoulder and ribs aching now, the buck is panting. "Ah, y'would be dead by now if I was givin' th'best I got, ferret," Oxeye rasps. His javelin splinters, and the boxer tosses it aside. Ox then throws a powerful footpaw into the Captain's side, dropping to introduce his fist to the ferret's face. Watch out for that sword, Oxers...

Feeling the presence of Kenai falter slightly behind him, Spritz whirls around as he throws the knife almost carelessly at an incoming ferret and pulling out a knife and slashing wildly at the corsairs that seem to pound on him in this instant of weakness.

The captain's head reels back as he gets hit, then he slashes downwards, also drawing a dagger from his belt to stab it at Oxeye, feebly. "All y' got...?"

Gritchel rolls over, but still takes her own comrade's knife in the shoulder.  Screaming, she stabs out blindly with her sword, hitting the other weasel in the paw.  Not giving him any time to recover from the injury and lash out at her again, she scrambles to her footpaws and runs as fast as she can, now that Burdock appears to have left her for dead.  She heads for the cliffs, the only place where shelter from arrows above may be found.

The white hare growls abit as he watches Bloodtail. Remi grips his dagger in one paw and his bow in the other as the weasel charges at him. He drops down on his back, slamming his footpaws into Blood's belly and tosses him up and over! Bloodtail hits the ground with a dull thud, dropping his cutlass. Getting up quickly, Remi jumps on him as the beast's claws slice his right side abit as he slams the dagger into the vermin's throat. The hare stands up, fur now reddened and picks up the fallen cutlass. "We best be gettin' our bobbin' bally tails 'rout outtah here mighy quicken' now!"

Ripsnort see's Burdock fall and steps up, laughing. Get ready tah die, hare! Not'ing cin save yurr ugly mug now! Harr harr!" He brings down his sword on the unprotected hare.

A most likely insane weasel grinds to a halt and kneels, smiling into the pale face of a dead hare. His dagger falls to the fallen hare's neck, and he begins to cut in a frenzy, soon holding a dripping head by the ears. Laughing, the weasel throws the harehead at Bludstripe's face, grabbing his spear from his back and charging the badger.

Ewan snarls ferally as what he hoped was a well-aimed blow barely nicks the hare, only to be repaid by a parry of her lance. "Argh!" His arm raises /just/ in time, blocking the metal head of the weapon from slicing his face from his skull. He, however, is no martial artist, and receives the punch head-on, sent reeling. The weasel stumbles backwards and bares his yellow teeth at the hare upon recovery. "Hell's Teeth! Ye ritten beetch!" Gibbs deftly spins his sword in a fit of anger, delivering a well-aimed uppercut towards the hare's stomach.

Oof. Dagger sinks into Ox's flank -- avoiding anything vital, naturally. This one will live to fight that wildcat, rest assured.. The Captain's sword draws another jagged bloddy streak across his other shoulder. "Y'don't deserve all I got, y'bloody excuse fera ferret..." hisses Oxeye, throwing another punch to the creature's jaw.

Jumping back, only to stumble over a fallen comerade, Zoe falls, sprawled, over the legs of a dead hare, only to come face to face with the dead, staring eye's of another hare. Her eyes widening, she scrambles back and tries to get to her feet before the weasel comes for her again.

Jarril makes some quick orders with the hares around him to get them into some sort of defenceless order.  Moving to the side quickly on a oncoming fox charging at him, the hare stabs at the side and watches the fox run into another hare with a pike.  Turning around, Jarril blocks another blow and mutters.  "I never complain on taking close combat training again."  Pushing at the rat that goes, "Eh?"  The major replies.  "Oh nothing, wot."  And kicks at the rat's leg before slewing it.

Gritchel finally reaches the cliffs.  Leaning against them, panting, she throws a paw over the wound in her shoulder.  The blood flows dangerously freely.  She blinks, as if in a daze, and sinks down to the sand, still alive, but breathing heavily, eyes closed.

Bludstripe feels something bounce of his back with a meaty thud. He turns to see a head of a hare he knew... Trained.. There at his feet. He looks up and see the beast responsible charging at him. The boar roars his rage, eyes ablaze in the dark recesses of his helm as he counter charges, blade spinning aloft as he clashes with the dim witted vermin.

The captain lets go of his sword; perhaps he can no longer hold it. He grasps his knife through numb paws. "Hah." he mutters, blood dribbling down  his chin. "I'm a cap'n. Course I do." He hurls the dagger at Ox's throat, feebly.

Oron bites into his lip until it bleeds, dodging the powerful headbutt, but the blow knocking him backwards onto the sand. His blade clashes with Vern's in a glittering silver arc as he blocks the stab for his leg, and instead piercing his footpaw into the ground. Oron yelps in agony, but pulls the blade out of the bloodied sand. Woo! Two blades. "Why won't you just..." Both swords twirl in a deadly whirlwind, slaying Vern in an instant. "Die!!!"

Growling in frustration of missing the damned hare, Deadeye charges upon Zoe, cutlass raised above his head.

Rahier casts about for a new target, paws clutching the hilt of his weapon. Rather, one finds him.. a rat lunges at the battle-ready healer, his quick blow turned aside. Rahier leans back with the force of the deflection, sword going back over his shoulder, before spearing the rat through the chest. Whoo! He pulls back on the sword, the blade catching in the now quite-dead NPC's ribcage. He curses, pushing against the corpse with his boot.

Holding the knife and sword upside-down as though to stab, Furni's tough, wannabe-warrior gig is rapidly deteriorating as he watches the battle around him. He should go, try and escape...no, he can't! He wants to be a warrior, so he must FIGHT like one! He turns, ready to attack the nearest vermin...but the nearest vermin, a fox, gives him a massive punch in the jaw. OUCH! :P He clutches at his face as best he can while holding the blades, mouth bleeding. X_X

Taron takes a step forward Taron cracks his bow across the face of a weasel and looks at it for a moment it now rendered useless, "Aye neithar shall I sar." he says trowing the usless toy at the weasel as he draws his sward and dagger, blocking a few hits.

Burdock The sword comes in contact with Burdocks belly, but he manages to kick Ripsnort with a large footpaw. The balde still in his belly he drags him self up. Standing wearily he pulls the sword out of his belly and slices Ripsnorts head off who was about the attack Bludstripes back, in a single motion. He salutes Bludstipe. "Sorry 'bout all the troble I caused, Sah. T'was good tah serve yeh!" He falls, laying on the ground, and his eyes shut.

Although the sword penetrates a shallow way in the top of Sundew's belly, the Colonel laughs before coming right back with a retort- "Next time ye try to kill me, scum, at least try and do it properly," With this, she lunges forwards with what she hopes is complete accuracy.

Dimwitted? Not in the least. As the spear splinters, the weasel draws a sword, slashing it at Bludstripe's arm, and the other grabs at the badger's neck as he jumps upwards and forwards, trying to get the badger to fall down.

Mora ducks as her neck is slashed at with the dirk, though she gets a nasty slash across the forehead. She shouts angrily, "Bloody 'ares!" then she thrusts a dagger for Kenai's belly, and a dagger for her thigh.

Jarril gives a chuckle as if mocking the vermin with his laugh, stopping a few advances with the blade.  "Well, can't say they're not trying, eh?"  He ducks and feels the sword just that bit too close to his ears whizz by and changing tactics, Jarril lunges forwards and rams his head into the rat.  Getting up, he stabs down before the enemy could get up.  "Too fat as well, wot."

Gritchel opens her eyes again and blinks at the merciless white sun overhead.  Slowly, she begins to tear a piece of her tunic with which to bind her wound.  She is halfway through the task, when what little strength of will she has gives way again, and she falls senseless to the ground with a thick, sandy thud.

Her teeth baring in a snarl as she regains her feet and Deadeye charges, Zoe stabs her sword out at the unprotected stomach of the weasel, silently thinking that the beast could have done with some good, old-fashioned Sala training.

Ox isn't that dulled by loss of blood -- not yet. The hare's paws lash out as only a boxer's can. One fist connects with the Captain's paw, grabbing them and forcing them back. The blade does miss the hare's neck, but succeeds in slicing the fighter's tunic and, in the struggle of trying to disarm the ferret, slashes Ox's paw too. Wince. "Captain? I'll b'sure t'tell y'Archon that such a promotion was undeserved... as I'm sure y'won't have th'chance t'speak t'him again." The other paw meets the Captain's jaw again. "Evah." The words are cold and final, despite the boxer's gasping for breath. Hang in there, Ox.

Whirling his cutlass madly, Deadeye's blade connects with Zoe's, slashing insanely away at the Colonel.  Yep, this one could do with some Sala training.

"Any bally beasty needn' a..." A rat jumps out in front of Remi as he scurries about, bow over his shoulder and cutlass in his paws. The hare barely has time to react and swings the blade as hard as he can, cleaving off the corsair's head. "..medic. Well dontcha know, that there rat could be usin' one, wot wot. I'm a archery beaster and healin' hare not a bally miracle worker doh!" The white hare goes about searching for LP's to help out and bandage.

Throwing a rat off his bleeding shoulder, a small dagger protruding from it, Spritz slams the rat to the ground turning only just in time to see the greater threat of Kenai's.  "Kenai...!" he yells, trying to grab the attention of the haremaid...

Furnier gives a yell of pain as the fox pierces his shoulder. Why do no hares help the li'l squirrel? ;p With a half-panicked follow-up yell, Furni reaches out with the sword, right in the fox's eye. X_O

The captain's chin is getting punch too many times for comfort. He drives his knee up at Oxeye's groin. "Oh, real-" suddenly, his already feeble voice stops, he falls, hitting the ground with a dull smack, an arrow protruding from his back. An archer stands, bow still held up; he obviously meant to hit the Captain. Nocking another arrow, he aims at Oxeye's shoulder and fires.

Bludstripe stands tall, not faltering as the vermin clings to his chest. He winces as the blade bites into his arm, unfortunetly the one holding his sword. No matter for a beast caught in the throws of the battle lust. A gauntlet grips the weasel by the throat, squeezing as the vermin does to him. "I'll send you to Hellgates with my own two paws weasel" He hears Burdock behind him, and the finality of it touches Blud. All the rage wells up, tightening his paw about the beast in his clutches.

Gibbs is lucky, today. By sheer manner of blessing, seconds before the doe charges for him, he stumbles backwards, a rock having tripped his footing. Her lance head skews a hearty chunk of meat from his thigh, though nothing he'll perish over. The weasel howls, barely resisting the urge to clap his paws over the wound. He sways backwards, nearly collapsing, but manages to pitch himself foward, slashing his sword in a horizontal arc, aimed for one thing only: hare fur.

However, chaos can be an advantage, as well. Zoe is pushed backwards by the insane attacks, blocking each as they come. However, she's bound to miss one, and she does - taking a shallow but long slash to her arm, she hisses, leaping at the weasel and drawing a hidden dagger in the process, which she attempts to lodge into the crook of his shoulder and neck.

The major works hard in both his blade and shouting out insults to those that dare to come near him.  "Oh come on.  Anyone at all, bally able ta fight and not actually fall about the place.  I've seen better moves from pregnant rabbits, wot."  Blocking another blow again he jumps back from a swinging attack and goes in quickly.  Paw smacking into the side of the fox's muzzle, knocking a tooth out.

Eyes widening at the sound of Spritz's voice, Kenai looks up just in time to parry the dagger headed for her belly, the other dagger sinking into the side of her thigh.  Slashing out with her dirk, the haremaid quickly puts pressure on her thigh, trying to keep it from bleeding too much.

The weasel coughs. A friend of his, a rather heavy weasel, turns, screams, and charges at Bludstripe, hitting the weasel's back and adding more weight to the attempt to drag Blud under. The weasel being choked's claws try to scratch Bludstripe's throat out, eyes shining his insanity.

Fighting quite gracefully the healer only manages to hit steal as his blades clash against the blades coming his direction. "Too many Sar." he says looking around occasionally to see if any hare has gone down that can be helped.

Oron cackles harshly as he meets blades with aa crazed weasel heading straight for him, scimitar pointed forward. Grinding his teeth as the swords clash, he feels a shudder as the blow leaves a tingle skirting down his backbone. The weasel dumbly lets go of his sword, letting it drop to the sand. The blow was so hard, he was knocked senseless! Oron's sword is raised above his head, emitting a sickening thud as it jabs downwards. He yanks his sword out of the carcass, the glittering silver dripping wet blood. "Anyone want some of-" A rat emits a shriek as Oron's blade hits him full in the face. "-this?"

Lamerok starts to pant and stops charging he holds his ground. He has a dagger stuck in his chest just under his shouder.

Moving through the groups en'mass in battle, Remi ducks and weaves about, still holding the cutlass. He ends up near Furnier and bows slightly. "Dis ain't my idea of bally fun laddy!" As the fox falls under Furn's stabbity, the white and well red hare blink. "Well played wot wot!" He turns as two rats come towards him. "Oh not this bally 'gain!"

Taking the hidden dagger in his shoulder Deadeye, nearly drops his cutlass, staring at it with a weird sort of awe.  "Stup'd rab't!" he growls, swinging his flimsy blade with both paws at the Colonel's head.

"Confounded blightah -- " Ox curses, managing to roll away from the Captain before said knee could strike home. Meep. Leave his groin alone. The boxer turns, ready to throw another punch... before he witnesses the ferret fall. His dark eyes dart towards the offending archer. "That was m'kill, idiot..." Ox snarls, before straightening. His chest is heaving, blood staining his tunic and coat. With one deft paw, the hare removes his tunic. Barechested Oxness. "Let's see jus' how fast y'can knock that bow, eh?"

Bludstripe stumbles backwards as the pressure begins to mount, blood dripping on his chest plate, and some of it is his. His sword is too large for this kind of fight. He roars in the face of the beast closest to him, releasing his throat and pounding him mercilessly in the face as he falls over, pressing down into the sand with a thud as his left paw scrabbles for the other beast clutching to him.

In what could almost be a comical scene were it not for the battle, Rahier works on freeing his trapped sword from the dead rat's ribcage. The blade is sawn back and forth, the healer trying to use his foot as leverage against its bloody torso. Uh oh, another charging corsair! The healer redoubles his efforts, managing to finally yank free his weapon. But not fast enough to turn away this latest verminey slash, that which gives the hare his own nasty-looking gash across his forehead. Ouch! He stumbles backwards, paw pressed to his face, slashing at the air in front of him. "Aggh!"

Mora uses both daggers to block Kenai's slash, then she tries to shove Kenai backward, and hopefully get her to lose her balance.

Jarril looking at Taron, the major calls out.  "Right, I want some hares.  We have ta break from this and make some sort of escape route."  Ducking slightly and no one to fight, the major slips away quickly, seeing if there is anyplace to go at all.  Picking up any arrows on his way.

Furnier tugs the blade from his shoulder painfully, replying to Remi, "I didn't expect a battle t'be like this..." he throws his dagger at one of the two rats...but it misses completely. -_- Darn, one weapon lost.

The weasel's nose breaks, sending the cartiledge back into his brain, and he slumps over, dead. The other weasel atop him still has his dagger, which he jabs downwards.

Wincing as the weasel's sword cuts right across her own thigh, ironic, after just having injured Gibbs in the same place, Sundew falls, rolling on one side to avoid being trampled by vermin, or those of her own company. Gritting her teeth, injured in two areas, she attempts to get back up. Come on, Sundew..

Meep! Zoe ducks the blade, but sure enough, it takes off the tip of one of her ears - which, until this point, she's manage to keep intact. That's what she gets for forgetting to tie them down in her hurry. Growling, she stabs out at Deadeye's side.

Slashing aside a weasel with a knife, Spritz fights forwards towards Kenai, steadying her by reflex just as Mora shoves her back as he is attacked by a rather vicious ferret.

The captain still shudders in life, but feebly, nearly unable to breathe. The archer steps up closer to Oxeye, pulling an arrow back and shooting an arrow into Oxeye's shoulder. He pauses, agilely grabbing a dagger in his right hand and slitting the Captain's throat as he passes, then straightening again.

Bludstripe howls out loud as the dagger bites down through his armor, piercing the chest plate and digging into his chest. The blow is dulled by the steel but its still enough to push to his ribs. Massive paws grab the weasel about the face, twisting as hard as he possibly can. He needs to get his hares out of here before any more blood is spilled.

Taron nods quickly moving towards a close hare helping him vanquash his enemy, giving a slight wave to fallow he runs after Jarril saying "I have one he calls out looking around helping hares as he moves by them untill he has about three or four fallowing.

Oron swings his blade in a deadly whirlwind, killing two birds with one stone. He snaps around quickly, only to find another rat, chuckling as he closes in on him in a mad rush. Sucessfully wounding Oron, the rat cackles a bit. The buck yanks the blade from his shoulder, he weakly runs the blade through the rat easily.

"I'm not bout tah be sent tah me pops appley orchard in dah sky wot wot!" Gripping the rat's blade, Remi watches the two rats. "Now cantcha we all justin'.." The vermin on the left throws a dagger at the hare but misses and the one of the left charges at Furninr but finds a cutlass shoved through his belly courtesy of Remi. More blood flies at the white beast, blinding him. He stumbles about...

The weasel's neck snaps. A ferret, killed by an arrow, falls down ontop of the sizeable pile.

A large grey vixen sweep up. Her eyes flash around and his pew holds a large double headed axe. "Get ready ta die, ye mountain scum!" She gets ready to fight, her purple coat wavign in the blood soaked wind. "I am Kishar an' I mean business on this day!"

On the fringes of the battle, a miserable figure crouches.  It appears to be a Long Patrol hare, at first glance, but closer inspection would reveal the figure to be much too short for a normal-sized fighting hare.  And much too stocky.  It is, in fact, a rabbit: Mallow, dressed in a discarded, patched-up uniform, hiding from hares and vermin alike as she tries to slip away from the mountain.  She observes the battle warily as she moves, pity in her eyes as well as fear.  Suddenly, her eyes light on Furnier, and she freezes.

Jarril slowly makes his way through the mess until they reach another edge, but facing where the mountain lies.  "Right, we need ta get this lot through and get our lot out."  Watching a hare in front of him fall down.  "Make sure we can get a way out!"  The major goes to defend himself, but just barely and feels a sharp pain run up his arm.  Feeling himself being pushed down, the major grits his teeth.  "My you're a big 'un ain't ya.  Must've been all those pasties."

Oron watches hares fall around him, gripping his shoulder tightly as he grinds his teeth in pain, rubbing grint from his eyes.

A malicious cackle erupts from Gibbs's throat. He stomps foward towards the fallen hare, each step deliberate and confident that his quarry is under his power and his power alone, now. "Hawhaw. Tahm t'die, yew /scum/." With a large flourish, the sword crashes down towards Sun's unprotected body, deadly tip gleaming.

Smirking at the slight victory of taking off a bit of the ear, Deadeye doesn't see the lunge the Colonel makes, the sword piercing through his side, the weasel howling with rage.

Oxeye's right shoulder jerks back as the arrow hits its mark. A grim smirk alights upon the buck's muzzle as he bites back any protest or cry of pain. His ear flicks at the archer's actions upon dispatching the Captain. "Stop wastin' y'time with killin' y'own beasts an' ready y'damn bow," Ox grunts. Because before the creature can move, Oxeye gathers his strength and surges forward, leaping into the archer and swinging his uninjured left arm around in a powerful sweep.

Sundew kicks out at Gibbs' footpaws, hauls herself to her feet and takes the upper hand.

Bludstripe begins coughing loudly tearing the beast off him. He rests on one kneel, blood drooling from the visor of his helmet as he grips his sword once more, rising to his footpaws and tries to find the retreat route. If anyone where to take a closer look they would see the blood pourinf liberally from Blud's chest, slowing slightly, but still enough to start a puddle at his feet.

Gretchel wakes up for the third time.  As if desperate to finish before she faints again, she frantically begins to bind her shoulder.  This done, she looks up at the cliff behind her in contemplation.  Then, slowly, steadily, she begins to climb. . . .

Lamerok catches his breath and starts to charge into the hares again.

That's one of the two rats taken care of, but now Remi is temporarily blinded, and Furni only has one blade to fight the other with. He stands his ground...Hold on a sec. He's a squirrel, isn't he? One of the most agile beasts here. He rolls as the rat's blade seeks him, kicking out to trip the rat. He brings his blade up to finish the rat off...but is suddenly distracted as he spots Mallow! What's she doing here? o_O

Regaining her balance with the help of Spritz, Kenai quickly attacks Mora, lashing out at the rat as best she can.

Kishar cackles and throws herself upon the bleeding badger lord, coming down with her heavy axe. "Yeh will never see yon hare beasts again, yeh badger o' death! Meet me, Kishar, and hear my name last!" Her eyes flash crazily.

Jarril see's the large form fall limb from another hare stabbing at the heavy rat and begins to push him off.  "Right, now let's create a way out of here."  Moving forwards, the major blocks, side blocks and then stabs a stoat through the neck.  Lucky so far in no injuries.

Oron rolls down, covering her head in protection as a carcass flies over his head.

The hares following Taron move to help defend the spot they are in, "We are ready for you Majar." he says pushing through right beside the officer, the three hares keeping there backs clear.

Wiping blood from his eyes just as Furnier fends off the rat abit, Remi jumps onto the vermin's back and slams him to the ground, knocking the seabeast out cold. Getting up, he blinks and nods. "Bally thanks there pallywag, squirrel dontcha know an' all that wot wot!" He grabs the cutlass from the first rat's carcass and scans the area searching for a way out.

Mallow shoves her hat down over her eyes as Furnier sees her and starts to slink off into the forest.  But just before she disappears from sight, she stops.  She turns around, and slowly begins to creep towards the squirrel.  "Psst!  Furnier!" she hisses, heedless of the rat Furnier is locked in combat with.

Rahier continues to stumble backwards towards the others, half-blinded by the blood flowing down into his eyes. He futilely attempts at blocking the advancing blows, earning another slash along his arm. Grr. A yell, as he plunges his sword into the offending weasel's belly. Whoo, score another NPC! ;p With that threat gone, the healer turns, sighting Jarril through the redness. Dodging another corsair type, he makes for the major.

Bludstripe coughs again, pain not felt yet from his wounds, just the need to clear his lungs of the fluid. He raises his sword, pitting it against the vixen's axe. "I am Bludstripe the Blade, and I will not find my way to Darkgates this day, but I will see you do vermin!" He roars in her face, both paws locked on the handle of his zweihander once more.

Smirking at her not-so-small victory, Zoe takes this opportunity of vermin pain to yank her sword from Deadeye's side and then to jam it, quite unceremoniously, into his neck, easily severing a vital thing or two. The weasel crumples to the ground, and first removing her dagger from his shoulder, she then takes this opportunity to look around and, spying Bludstripe, she makes a run for him, though she meets a blade or two on the way. Must get to Bludstripe and figure out what. the hell. to -do-. Mrgh. "Bludstripe!" This she yells out loudly.

Oron rolls through the red sand, covering his head in protection as a vermin carcass flies over him, pierced by a fire arrow.

Mora takes a slash right across the stomach, being so close to Kenai that it's really impossible to escape. She swallows, looking down at the gash in her belly, "Damn..." and then she falls to her knees. She looks up at Kenai, and attempts one last slash for the hare's leg, "...I hope to see ye in hellsgates..." she gasps out. This rat's going down.

Furnier doesn't hear Remi at all and pays no heed. What could Mallow be wanting at a battleground? Plus, he doesn't want anybeast killed on his behalf. :P He heads over to the rabbit, but by the time he gets out of the fray, he's got a few more slashes and a nasty bruise upside his head. "Whaaat..." he says, slightly dazed, "are you doin' 'ere? 'S a battle!"

Kishar slams her axe hilt against the blade and with one paw whipe a long dagger out of her cloak. She stabs it at the break in his armour, the arm pit.

Oron stands up quickly, only to spot Lamerok through the sea of battle. Picking up his blood-stained sword, he sprints to the monitor, slashing downwards at the monitor's arm as he curses under his breath.

Hissing as the dagger connects with her leg, her skin slowly splitting open from the wound, Kenai stabs Mora, heaving slightly as she stumbles, a paw gripping her shoulder to steady her.  "Steady there..." Spritz murmurs, fending off vermin after vermin after vermin, his tunic getting by far less intact as every moment passes.

Jarril continues through the vermin, eyes burning with determination, the hare forgets all about training and fights with instinct, his blade flashing quickly in the sun, the red splotches flying about he stops after a ferret falls to the ground.  Looking around, the major sneers.  "Well, who's next?  Or is this all I am going to get is those that can't fight well?"

"I know!" Mallow snaps.  But her ill temper vanishes as she gazes over Furnier's wounds.  "I don't belong here.  And neither do you.  Come on, they've lost.  We need to get away from here!" she says urgently, tugging at Furnier's sleeve.

Spotting the badger lord, Remi stops here and there checking on some fallen hares. He bandages a few that are alive and the ones that are not, he frowns and growls abit. The young beast moves as quick as he can, a small trail of blood following him from his side wound. As he gets close to Zoe, a fox grabs him by the throat and hoists him into the air. He gasps as the beast's paw tightens on his throat.....

Lamerok sees the hare attacking and puts his sword up to late. The hare's sword cuts into his shoulder. He swings his sword at Oron's side.

"ZOE! RALLY THE HARES BEHIND ME!" Blud howls out before twisting himself, hooking her axe on the curves of his blade, and pushing to the side of the glinting steel he caught from the corner of his eye, using the vixen herself as a shield against her own treachery.

Mora is stabbed, right in the neck. She thuds to the ground and her heart ceases to beat. Her lungs cease to breath.....Mora, the one-eared rat, becomes just another corpse on the battle field...

Taron blocks with his sword and jabs with his dagger downing a few vermin, "Sar maybe sound the ward for help with the retreat?" he asks doing a spin cutting the stomach of a fat rat with his sword.

Oron falls, as the sword connects with his side, gashing him as more blood spills out. "Bloody 'ell," he gasps, jabbing at the monitor at a lightning quick rate, especially for someone injured.

Furnier instantly shakes his head. "H-how can I leave? I can't leave...I gotta help..." suddenly a stray rat leaps from the fray and...snicks the tip from his big bushy tail. ;_; Giving a yell of dismay, Furni whirls around, turning the pained hopping into an attack, slaying the rat in the name of his tail. o.0 He turns back to the rabbit. "You gotta go. Now."

The vixen howls as a clumsy rat slashes at her back. "Net me, you idiot!!" She pushes down on the lower hilt and ducks as that brings the axe blade and Bluds sword forward. She kick out hard, trying to knock the badger down.

Lamerok takes a few steps back trying to block the jabbs. One jab cuts into his side.  He curses and swings downward at Oron's shoulder.

Pausing in her path towards Bludstripe, Zoe's eyes come to rest upon Remi as the fox lifts him into the air. Really, almost absently, she charges forward, swinging out easily at the fox's arm - which he holds Remi by - and detaching it from the rest of him. This would no doubt leave Remi falling the ground. Zoe continues on, her ears perking at Blud's howl. She nods, waving her paw in the air as she goes, "Rally t' t' me! Rally t' me!" Those that can follow behind her,, do, and they are as a tight pack of swords, bristling for any vermin that come near as she makes a beeline towards the Badger Lord.

Oxeye's right shoulder jerks back as the arrow hits its mark. A grim smirk alights upon the buck's muzzle as he bites back any protest or cry of pain. His ear flicks at the archer's actions upon dispatching the Captain. "Stop wastin' y'time with killin' y'own beasts an' ready y'damn bow," Ox grunts. Because before the creature can move, Oxeye gathers his strength and surges forward, leaping into the archer and swinging his uninjured left arm around in a powerful sweep. *REPOSE FOR SALTAR*

Saltar looks about from his position. From where he stands, it looks as if the tide has just began to turn. He draws his sword, holding it aloft. "Everybeast! CHARGE! Kill them once and for all! Take the mountain, be kings, rule! Charge! Kill! Rule!" those are the words that matter. "Er. King!" with a yell, the Confederate army lowers their pikes and charges.

Bludstripe is beginning to slow, the blood flow slowed considerably, but the damage having been done. He needs medical attention, and soon. He doesn't let it show through his actions, as he takes the momentum from his swing, and dives, swinging in a downward diagonal arc to wear the fox is, her kick taking him full on in the stomach, but hes wearing armor, so it will probably hurt her a bit more...

The hare falls to the ground...with a fox arm attached to his throat. Remi sputters and pulls it off and gets up, following after Zoe, cutlass in paw and bow on shoulder. His throat is bruised up and he coughs a few times. "Bally wo...owwers..I ow yah one there Zoe.."

Mallow begins to speak, "Well, perhaps we can't get away just yet, but we don't have to risk our lives while we wait for things to get q-"  She jumps and stares in horrified shock as Furnier is attacked and almost instantaneously kills his attacker.  When she finally regains her voice, she babbles, "Go?!  You just said you can't leave!  You're mad, you are!  I knew it from the first day I set eyes on you!  You can't go and kill yourself like this!"  She snatches at his arm.  "Don't leave me here!  Don't leave me alone!" she yells desperately.

Oron's teeth grind together in pain, his sword clanging visiciously with Lamerok's as he blocks the fierce attack. Lashing out, he slashes downwards at the monitor, trying to rake his chest.

Following Zoe's command, Spritz fends off the waves of beasts, trying to find an opening for him and Kenai to move, his arms slashed open multiple times as Kenai struggles to stop the incessant bleeding from her thigh and leg.

The punch connects, sending the archer backwards. His bow is knocked from his paw and sent flying. He trips---yet, strangely enough, the dead Captain still clutches his dagger, upwards, in his dead hand, and the bowbeast slides onto it.

Lamerok pulls his sword and blocks the attack and as he does he pulls out one of his dirks and stabs toward Oron's chest.

And rally to Zoe he does, redirecting his unsteady shuffling to join Zoe's group. Rahier keeps pace with the group, bloodied sword also held outwards against those nasty corsair-types. Mostly, he's become preoccupied with wiping the now free-flowing blood from his eyes.

Zalophus Spoof While occupied with the vixen and large stoat creeps up behind the badger lord. He snarls stabbing at the weak points in the Badger's armour. His sword flasges and his deep brown fur is seeped in blood.

Jarril hears the familliar sound of a ferret and he frowns.  "You go sound the alarm.  I have something ta do."  Looking through the hares he calls out.  "Hey! Saltar or whatever they call ya.  Have ya had ya bath then yet, cos I can smell ya.  Its disgusting."  The major fighting his way closer to the leader, not caring if the sound of battle droned out his insult, it felt good in saying.

The Vixen screams in pain as her foot cracks on the armour. "Yeeeeaaaaarrrr!" The sword slams into her and she looses her grip on her axe and falls to the ground. Her hazy eyes glare up at the badger.

Taron looks over at Jarril as one of the following hares fall, "Aye sar," he calls out rushing past the two hares that were left from his little group, "Come an." he yells to them moving toward the colonel, dodging beasts just pushing through, slashing any vermin that gets in his way, taking a few hits to the arms trying not to slow down.

The Confederate army thunders downhill, but, surprisingly, Saltar still hears Jarril's comment. "No y' can't!" he says cheerfully. "I'm upwind of y'!"

Oron's blade forms a silver arc with that of Lamerok's, as he makes a slash downwards at the monitor's leg. His ears perk up at the call from Zoe to rally all troops, and he knows he can't stay here forever.

Furnier tries to ignore the pain and strange inability to feel the top part of his brush now it's no longer attached. He points at the rabbit in a very no-nonsense manner. "Fine. I get you outta here, well away, but then I gotta come back. I know I might die...but don't you see? My dream...A warrior..." but then, yet ANOTHER BLOODY RAT jumps him. >_< He drops his weapon as he's knocked down, his healing arm feeling a jolt of pain as he attempts to fight off his attacker.

Just for good measure, the boxer slams a paw into the archer's skull. "See y' in th'Forest.." Ox growls, raising his head to look for a new victim. The hare has an arrow in his shoulder, and darkly stained fur due to several jagged slashes across his frame. Look! A Badger Lord in trouble. With that, the fighter makes his way towards Bludstripe, laying low another weasel with a swift, but severely weakened, uppercut.

Jarril fights with a rat and headbutts him, wincing to the pain of doing that he calls back.  "I can.  It's the smell of fear Salter the snivelling windbag.  Too scared ta fight one of us then or was that you running up that sand-dune just a ruse."  He continues to move closer.  "Come on, at least show you can fight face ta face, wot!"

Bludstripe rolls on the ground, felling the dagger bite into his shoulder as the weasel assaults him. "Backstabbing son of a snake!" He roars, a paw reaching back to grasp the assuredly dazed weasel. A 300 pound mass of steel and badger rolling on top of you will do that. The vixen is left to recover... Unfortunetly.

Mallow begins to sob as she tries to throw her arms around Furnier.  "Oh!  Oh, thank you, Furnier!" she cries hysterically.  "But please, don't go back!  You can't die!  I'm sorry!  I'm so sorry for all those times I was so rude and unfeeling towards you!  If we make it out of here alive, I'll never, -never- be unkind to you again!"

The tides turning? Heh. Perhaps those still alive are a bit more organized, but at least half to two-thirds of the hares have been felled. Those left that can are following behind her. However, a few of them do glance over their shoulders nervously as Saltar's pikesmen charge towards them, but Zoe for her part does not slow. Instead, she quickens her pace, coming up behind Bludstripe. She then calls out clearly for those hares not yet with them. "Rally t' the lord! Rally t' the lord!" The tightly packed group of hares turn towards the oncoming charge, even though they have Bludstripe between themselves and the attackers.

Lamerok pulls his leg back a bit too slow and the sword cuts into it. He still manages to stand and he lunges forward with his sword with his dirk in his left hand

"Spr--!" Kenai breathes, watching a knife bury itself into Spritz's side, the hare inhaling sharply in pain.  "Vermin...!" he growls, still falling, but managing to slash the half-victorious vermin's head off before behind tackled over by a ferret, promptly stabbed by Kenai's dirk.

Saltar only laughs cheerfully as the army thunders on towards the hares. "Too scared?" he laughs cheerfully as his force comes closer. "The Badger Lord! Get the badger lord!" he signals to a group of beasts, who follow him, breaking off from the main group. He has safer fish to fry.

Sheathing the cutlass, Remi grabs his bow as he follows Zoe. He notches a arrow and fires, taking out a weasel charging at him, but he slows abit as he moves towards the location of the badger.

Well that's convenient. Lashing out a paw to trip a rat, Oxeye ignores the ever-increasing, and always annoying, 'pain' from his wounds and appears near Zoe. He bobs his head briefly, throwing a salute with his left paw -- unconventional, but it seems he can't move his right arm with the arrow secured in his shoulder. Then he returns his attention to fending off anyone who might wander their way past Bluddybadger.

Taron finaly gets close enough to the colonel "Carnel," he call out pointing his dagger towards where they started to thin out the line of retreat. "Carnel we've got a way out but we need more fightars." he says reiterating his point towards where Jarril is and the few left that they started with.

Oron ducks, causing the sword not to get him full in the face, but instead nicking off the top half of his ear. He winces in pain, rolls over, and gives a last lash-out to Lamerok before running to catch up with the hares that are rallying to the badger lord. "Time tah go, wot! Nice dealin' with yah, sah." And with that, he is up and running, clutching his wounded shoulder.

Jarril punches a stoat right on the nose and frowns.  "Aye, ya nothing but a smelly yellow stained bibbed scaredy rabbit.  All vermin leaders are."  Stopping mid-sentence the hare clashes with another fox and moves right up to the muzzle and growls.  "Get away from me, ya pest infested freak."

Furnier abso-bloody-lutely yells in pain as he's pinned to the floor, face down, and now with a dagger in his already-pierced shoulder. The rat pulls the blade out, but Furni's pretty much powerless to try and stop him... However, the squirrel tries to reach for his blade...

The weasel scrambles away and stands up, raising the dead vixens axe her slams it down as hard and fast as he can, no mercy in his eye's. The cold steel of the blade right on the badger. He snarls. "You shall die ya mountain dog!"

Sundew kicks out at Gibbs' footpaws, hoping to send the weasel sprawling. Hauling herself to her feet, she lashes out at him, laughter flooding her face to emulsify expressions of pain. Lance flying in all directions close to the weasel, she's right back on target. "Maybe another day, scum!"

Lamerok uses his dirk to block the last attack and shouts. "Coward!!"

Oron stops dead in his tracks, snapping around. His face is cold, and his eyes are like flints. "What did you say, sah?" He starts to head back to the monitor, sword drawn, blood dripping from it.

Notching a arrow as he gets to the group of hares with Zoe, Remi turns spotting the rat pinning Furnier. "I bally.." He coughs from the bruises and fires the arrow! It hits the beast on the squirrel square in the throat, killing him.

Bludstripe catches the axe by the hilt with his gauntleted paw, a begreaved footpaw lancing out at the vermin's midsection, and at the same instant, his massive blade is thrust towards his chest. He hears the footpaws coming. The hares and the vermin. He needs to get then home, then he could rest... All he wanted to do was close his eyes...

The weasel falls forward, a lance sticking out of his back. He falls on the Badger Lord, dead before contact.

Lamerok hisses. "You heard me well enough." He stands ready waiting for the hare.

Mallow screams as Furnier falls forward and she realizes that her friend is under attack.  A wild bloodlust enters her docile eyes and a scream of fury instead of fear flies from her throat.  Grabbing the knife that Furnier strains for, she leaps on the rat and drives the blade into its shoulder.

Bludstripe launches the weasel over his head with his footpaws, rising to his feet beneath the intial line of spears, scattering vermin bits about him as he tries to clear a path... His eyes fall on Saltar, and then the mountain. Save the hares... He's for another day...

About three fourths of the host charges towards the badger lord. Saltar and the rest, however, cheerfully meet the front of the hares. Apparently they're the elite. A hare stands in Saltar's  path. The hare swings his paw, which is caught by Saltar. Saltar twists, disarming. " 'Ello, mate," he says cheerfully, cutting the hare's head off. He and the elite fight towards Jarril...

Gibbs is completely and utterly smote by the blow towards his feet. Suddenly, the cliffside leaps for the sky as his field of vision and mind falls into vertigo. The weasel collides with the ground, grunting, his sword at his side. However, despite his dullness, he is wise enough to roll until he can gather himself to his feet, avoiding the stabs of her lance. Once righted, the weasel hisses at her, breath reeking of fish and alcohol. "Curse ye, filthay hare."

Shrugging the slain ferret off his back, Spritz glances gratefully at Kenai before throwing a deadly knife just past her nose, the blade fixating itself between a rat's eyes.  Pulling it out hastily, Spritz looks to the Badgerlord, wincing as he rises far to quickly to defend an incoming sword with a dead vermin's cutlass.  Slicing guts open, he stumbles back, growling as the corsairs advance and surround the couple.  Uh oh.

Oron is now close enough for contact, and whips around, slashing out with his sword at Lamerok's stomach, and his arms. "Nobody-" He makes a sweep for his legs. "-calls me-" He makes for a head-butt. "-a coward."

Furnier weakly pushes the rat off of him. Now his healing arm hangs by his side. He can use it, but to move it causes him agony from the two stab wounds. He stands, blinking at Mallow. "...Never expected that from you." he says, anaware that Remi had also helped. :P

A true wave of terror wilting her ears, Zoe looks on as the vermin charge towards them, growing ever-closer, but with an incoherent war cry she raises her sword, yelling out to five or six other hares to draw up in line with the badger lord with her. This forms a line of about six hares and one badger lord, all ready to meet the attack upon him. She snarls, meeting one of the vermin's blades with her own.

Lamerok moves sideways to avoid the sword and hops over the leg, but he goes to meet the hares head-butt and and thrust his dirk up toward the hares chest as he approaches.

Jarril tries to make his way over to where Zoe and Bludstripe is, head butting another rat, while skewing another stoat.  The hare's eyes ablaze with anger.  "Eulalia!"  Comes the shout as he skews a weasel in the neck before noticing another cut on his arm, the blood flowing down.  Slowly he makes his way and can see Saltar not far off.  "Hello, ugly-chops.  How's ya singing lessons going.  Hope ya improved since last time, wot."

"ALL HARES RALLY TO ME! EULALIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Blud's voice roars out over the sounds of battle, as he points his sword out to the charging vermin, ready to meet them head on. Death was not above taking anyone, even a badger lord, and he was ready.

Seeing Spritz get hit, Remi fires three arrows into the fray near her, slamming into the chests of two vermin and into the footpaw of one near her. Remi stumbles abit, looking tired. "Bally best get' comin..now.." He coughs more, rubbing his throat abit as the badgerlord yells.

Oxeye moves swiftly, despite said injuries, with only one paw and two footpaws to meet the oncoming army. He shifts until he's reaches the colonel's side. Why? Because Ox doesn't want Zoe to get all the glory... Right. "C'mon now..." the hare murmurs, a fist launching to handle the first corsair stupid enough to approach Oxeye.

Watching the weasel try to pick himself up, Sundew growls and, launching herself forwards with all the power of an angry hare, she slams into Gibbs, pinning him to the ground, her footpaw finding his sword and pressing it down into the ground. Feeling the weasel's hot breath on her face so close to his, she wrinkles her nose and digs her knee into his side. "Y'know summat? You really, really SMELL!"

Holding their position back to back, Spritz and Kenai feebly cry out their warcries in turn, the vermin advancing, although two go down by way of Remi's arrows. Retaliating in desperation, the two hares fight back, their combined force slowly deteriorating as vermin advance further onto them.

Mallow stands before Furnier, panting, eyes wide in shock.  "Yes. . . ." she replies uncertainly.  Then, gaining pride and confidence, "Well, there are a lot of things you don't know about me!  Ha!"  She looks at the dagger in the rat's back, as if for a moment contemplating taking it out of the corpse, then pulls a sour face, turns her gaze from it, and pulls out her own weapon, a rusted old dirk.  Striking a pose, she says in a voice meant to sound heroic, "On we go, then!"

Oron was definitely surprised by the sudden sword to his chest, but his quick reflexes proved him accurate in dodging and weaving. He contracts heis back, but sure enough, the sword rakes his chest as he cries out in dismay. "Agh! Damned monitor!" His eyes gleam like twin flames as he twirls around, slashing at Lamerok's unprotected back.

Bludstripe room-pages, "Folks, I'm starving. I was supposed to eat at 7. Lets finish this up please.".

A large rat named Slice dyed green attacks Jarril from behind. With his long sword the rat stabs at the hare. Slice's eyes gling with lust for killing and his tail, set with a metal spike, whips and tears at Jarril.

Glancing to the side at Oxeye as she spies him out of the corner of her eye, Zoe can't help but grin - it might be fatalistic, but the thought of battling along-side her mate seems rather romantic, to her. She then returns her attention to her vermin, who she dispatches as neatly as she can, and then calls out quietly but urgently to the side at the badger lord. "Blud! Let's charge 'em and break through the line! 'Tis our only chance t' escape! We can't just wait fer 'em t' come fer us!"

Rahier moves steadily forward to join Zoe and the other line hares, blade at the ready. He tosses his head in a defiant growl, bracing himself and the blade against the attack. A flash of annoyance at the wound in his arm, the pain taking a backseat to the danger immediately at hand. A yell and another growl! Grr! ;P

Furnier looks at Mallow. The squirrel feels awfully tired, but he must keep on. He tugs the blade from the rat without so much as a grimace, as well as the rat's own knife, and readies himself to fight his way out somehow. "O-Okay...Follow me..." he says in a shaky voice.

A officer who had gone out of formation for a moment side attacks the rat, sending the blow of the sword to move voilently to the left.  Although, not that far as it slices into the side of the uniform and into the side of his arm, cutting a few layers of skin off.  Crying out, Jarril growls as he lunges forwards at another rat in front and quickly puts his dirk right into the heart.  The other hare falls down as the rat slits the hare's throat.  The other four hares move to close the gap and protect their major's back.

Romantic? Aye, you might call that a slight grin on Ox's muzzle as another falls to Zoe's paws. At least he's to her right, and thus his own injured shoulder is obscured as he lashes out with his left paw. He grunts slightly, lifting a footpaw swiftly to forcefully throw another corsair to his knees. "Loverly day, eh?" He mumbles.

"Aye." Bludstripe nods to Zoe as he roars out another command, "CHARGE HARES! FIGHT YOUR WAY TO THE END!" He dives into the oncomming wave of vermin, scatterting them as far as he can, making a path home for his hares...

Saltar continues to fight his way through the thinning (they move to protect Bludstripe, I'd assume), lopping one hare's head off easily. Blood spurts onto his breastplate and face, which he wipes uncaringly off. He lifts his saber, blocking, with his beasts, Jarril's path to the badger lord. "Beasts!" he shouts to the rest of the Confederate army. "Stand ground! Keep that Badger from getting away!" the charge abrubtly grinds to a halt, as shields clank tightly against shields in a tight phalanx.

Oron blocks the side-attack, but the blow sends him sprawling. He jumps up like lightning, gritting his teeth as he visicously slashes at Lamerok's chest, and his thigh. "I don't plan on dying today, ole thingummy." He chuckles under his breath, even though there is nothing funny about right now. He might as well spend his last few minutes-or hours-of his life having some fun.

Her grin widening further at Bludstripe's yell, Zoe likewise charges forward, jumping up beside the Badger Lord once more and defending his side as he attacks the front, protecting him as much as she can. She responds to Ox between breaths, "Aye, -lovely- day.." Smirk.

Almost as soon as it forms, it breaks; screaming, a ferret is cannoned backwards, breaking the protection his shield offered to the beast to his left, who, too, dies. The pikes lowered, the beasts regroup, doing as best they can to fend off Bludstripe and his advance. It seems like an almost impenatrable wall, those shields, with the deadly pikeheads about two feet in front of them.

Lamerok manages to smile as the sword grazes his chest and jumps back. "I dont plan on dying either!"He hisses. He stabs at the hares chest with his dirk.

Nearly down and out, Spritz gives one final swipe of desperation, clearing into the path of the hares coming down.  "C'mon, just a little further...!" he grunts, pulling Kenai to the ground as a knife whips by them both.  Cursing under his breath, he fights alongside Kenai, a hare coming to the aid and taking care of a few other vermin.  "Scum...they just keep coming!" Kenai growls, impaling a stoat with her dirk and then moving onto a ferret.

Jarril and his officers that are still alive make their way until they only have a rat in the way of him and Salter.  Blocking a knife stab, the hare feels the tip press against his neck and with a last resort, kneels the rat into a place that would resemble a lot of pain.  Going cross-eyed the rat's grip on the knife falters and lets go for the hare to thrust the rat back against Saltar.  "Here, I believe this thing belongs ta ya ferret."  Spitting to the ground in disgust.

Mallow nods, fear beginning to creep back into her expression as Furnier's tremulous voice reaches her.  Making a noise like an elephant as she crashes through the foliage, stumbling blindly after the squirrel.

Simultaneously, Ox struggles to protect the doe to his left as best as he can. "Well, th' weather's nice, eh?" remarks the fighter, eyes locked on the ever-present horde as his left paw and footpaws act to keep said vermin at bay. Woo fun.

The white hare follows after Blud and the others, swinging the cutlass around when needed. Remi keeps going.

Saltar shoves the rat aside. "Indeed." Saltar moves up, calmly sliding to the side, sword held beside him, so that as he passes it will hopefully cut the hare.

Of course, there can't be THAT many vermin between Furni and the edge of the battlefield. :P He was at the edge of the skermish to begin with, before he started fighting towards the edge. Now, as his goal is in sight, he grits his teeth and - without really thinking about it, or ANYTHING, really =p - just decides to head-on fight the corsairs in the way. After all, there's a friend's life at stake. :P

Oron whips around, slashing the dirk downwards, hopefully trying to knock it out of Lamerok's hands (or whatever monitors have). The buck sees a rat charging behind Lamerok, and he rolls out of reach of the monitor to fend off any coming attackers from the pike intrusion. Easily slicing off the rat's head, he slashes his sword full-faced into another weasel.

Jarril steps back and winces as he feels the tip of the blade run over his chest but not too deep.  Looking at his own blood covering the metal, Jarril frowns and lunges forwards with a kick at the ferret.  "Lucky shot."  He curses while keeping his own blade ready to defend himself.

Lamerok drops his dirks and swings with both hands diagonally at the hares shoulder.

Sundew aims a kick at Gibbs' face as she picks herself up. "Well, if you won't bloody die, I'm going to let you here and be trampled. Scum." She spits on the ground by the weasel's face and charges off in hot pursuit of the badger and her own hares.

Rahier stands off to Zoe's left side, taking the place of another fallen hare. Blocking another attack with his sword, he gives Ox and Zoe a glance in the brief respite. "Hehe! Get a room, you two!" Another jab towards a corsair as he goes back to fighting, working with the other hares.

Saltar laughs as the kick hits his armor; it  still hurts, but probably more for Jar then for him. He swings his sword lightly out at Jarril's chest; a mailed paw reaches up to grab Jarril's.

Alden quietly creeps along the beach...he had heard the commotion from inside, and he had noticed that quite a lot of hares had gone out for some reason. He continues on, getting closer and closer, until he sees quite a few beasts battling, quite a few more already injured or slain. Blinking, the leveret draws his wooden play sword, and runs at the nearest mean-looking weasel with an angry expression upon his face. He attempts to thwack him hard on the footpaw, then he runs back a bit..."Hey!" he calls out..."What's going on??" The leveret appears quite afraid...

Jarril frowns and makes a jump back again quickly again but gets cut with another line.  "Frowning he side-steps quickly around that nailed paw and makes a attempt to slash at the ferret, wherever it isn't protected by armour.

And the hares battle on, Bludstripe, Zoe, and Ox at the front, clearing a way slowly but surely through the corsairs, though for the time-being, they seem to just keep coming and coming.

Oron curses under his blood-stained face, rolling out of the way from the monitor's attacks. He chops off a ferret that had been sprinting down the mountain in a mad rush, causing one of the vermin's arms to fall off. He whirls his blade aloft, his attention now turned away from Lamerok, and instead to the havok of the charge.

Gibb's neck snaps back against the ground with a sickening snap, and he remains motionless for several delayed moments, giving the hare ample time to flounce off. He is still so long, in fact, that one might imagine him dead, but then, like a dogged weed that refuses to perish, he rises like the dead with a fitting groan, paws flying to his injured face.

Slowly managing to battle their way to the rally point, Spritz catches a glimpse of his double-sided sword, immediately snatching it off the ground and swinging it expertly at ferrets, weasels, stoats, and rats.  More progress.  Just not there yet.  "We have to get there now!" the hare on Spritz's left yells, fighting off a voracious rat and then moving onto another.  "Kenai...?" Spritz yells, glancing over his shoulder causing his cheek to be nicked by a ricochet of an arrowhead from armour.  "I'm fine!" Kenai yells back, her dirk dripping with the blood of others.

Lamerok lets the hare go and starts to charge the hares again. He slowly works himself away from the fighting.

It seems that, seeing Furnier's bravery and loyalty, even Mallow can no longer be a complete coward.  Her former heroic mood returns to her somewhat, and she brandishes her dirk fiercely at every shadow, and, from the look in her eyes, the gesture isn't mere show.  The two come to a small clearing, from which more of the action can be seen.  Not far away, Jarril can be seen fighting the Captain himself.  Mallow stops, dumbfounded.  A longing look of admiration, a fire of nobility calmer than her former fury, creeps over her face as she watches.

Gauntlets are their for a reason; Saltar's mailed paw smashes onto the swordblade, leather and chainmail protecting it from being cut. "You're really very bad," he notes to Jarril, swing his sword up up at the hare's paw.

Oron fends off charging vermin, making his way through the sea of troops. He rushes to the aid of Blud's and Zoe's hares, desperately trying to keep himself alive as he gasps for fresh air. It's just enough for him to run to catch up with the hares, nonetheless battle. Slashing vermin of any kind, he rubs the grint from his eyes as he clasps his wounded shoulder.

Fighting her way through, blood-stained; injured; tired and determined, Sundew smashes her way through the depleting ranks of vermin, lashing out at those not occupied with other hares, dealing out injury and in one or two cases death. Feeling dead on her paws but hardly noticing, she pushes through, focusing on her one aim- get to the others. Keeping the large form of her Badger Lord in view, she makes her way over, finally reaching the front.

The boxer known as Ox keeps fighting paw-and-footpaw. He won't let any blade get close enough to the colonel, either. Woo.

Jarril sneers at Saltar and just spits at him while getting his paw out of the way just barely.  "I ain't the one dress up in all sorts and all.  Mind ya, hides that horrible fur of yours though, so have ta be pleased for something."  Stepping back he ponders.  "Right, enough of me attacking, ya can come at me now."

Lamerok finds his way to the edge of the fighting and slips off into the woods.

Furnier is looking thorughly beat up, though perhaps is better off than most creatures: Two stab wounds in a shoulder, various gashes, but a small amount of tail missing. -_- He continues to kick, and slash, and stab, and headbutt. Perhaps his unpredictability thanks to lack of fighting art gives his a slight advantage. He looks back to make sure Mallow is following.

Saltar's left paw moves slowly, almost invisibly towards his belt, where a small throwing dagger rests. "Indeed?" his sword flickers about in a distracting manner---and then his left paw flickers as well, sending a dagger up at Jarril's left eye. He accompanies this with a slash at the hare's arm as he dodges unexpectedly forward.

Good on Ox for protecting Zoe, but meanwhile a vermin's charging at him from behind, blade raised, but seeing this, Zoe sends a dagger deftly flying, which makes just -such- a pleasant crunching-squishing sound as it buries itself into the vermin's eye. Zoe gives a slight smirk as the vermin stumbles back, scrabbling at the eye to no avail - eh, he's already dead, whether he gets it out or not. Zoe dips a wink to Oxeye and then turns back to the protection of Bludstripe, though she does call out a breathless greeting to Sundew as she pulls up beside them. "Good of ya t' join us, Colonel!" She grins, lashing out at a ferret with her sword, separating him from his paw.

Breathlessly replying as she takes out a rat making for Zoe from the side, Sundew grins and takes a place by the Colonel's sad. "Glad I could make it, wot! Sorry I'm late.."

Oron's eyes glint like steel and fire as he boldly fights his way through the ranks. Finally reaching Blud's hares making their way up, he sighs with relief, only to be met by more charging vermin. Slashing and slaying out of pure determination and desperation to live, he grinds his teeth together at the sight of all of the fallen hares he knew so well. "Bloody 'ell! They jus' keep comin' an' comin', don't they?" The buck hollers to himself above the fray and pandemonium, slaying a fox with a simple thrust of his sword, the blade stuck in the tod's ear. Yanking it out, he continues his way up the mountain with the other remaining few hares.

Not expecting such a attack but neither was he trained that well in close combat anyways, Jarril didn't expect that and his left eye flashes white and in pain as the throwing knife bounces off the eye socket but not penetrating it.  Blood gushing out now, the hare doesn't notice the slash which cuts into his arm.  Turning around quickly he darts backwards and away from Saltar.  Smiling at the ferret, knowing he can't fight this one so best to retreat or try to anyways.

Mallow remains standing in the same spot, spellbound by the combat unfolding before her.  She gasps in horror as Saltar hacks at the hare.  She grips her dirk with two paws.  For all appearances, it looks as if she might rush forward and attack the weasel herself . . . but only for a moment.  Then she really is slipping towards the pair, ducking and weaving through the foliage, trembling as she creeps forward, but whether through fear or anger, nobeast would be able to tell.

Catching Zoe's antics out of the corner of his eye, Ox flashes a brief smirk. "Ah, I had it undah control, love," Oxeye murmurs. How unprofessional -- banter on the battlefield? Pfft. When has Ox been professional. The buck steps closer to Zoe, glancing at her once before throwing a footpaw up -- catching a weasel in the chest who had been intent on attacking a certain Colonel. "Sorry, m'verminy pal, can't 'ave this doe injured, y'know?"

Saltar laughs, a hearty laugh. "Go, oh great bold one," he says, clasping his swordhilt and wheeling about. He observes the carnage of the battlefield with a sickening smile; bloodied bodies of hares covering the battlefield, peppered---but not lightly---with the bodies of Confederates. Wiping his bloody sword, he sets off at a brisk trot towards the place where the battle will, eventually, be decided---at the thinning line of Confederates, holding back Bludstripe and  the rest from escape.

Sundew grunts as an arrow whistles past her ear, nicking off the top. She lists it under 'Minor injuries', along with the slight gash on her belly. "Our numbers are falling," she mutters in Zoe's ear, as close as she can get.

Furnier is suddenly jolted by a massive chill down his spine as he slays a stoat. The stoat falls, joining other carcasses, corsairs and hares, on the ground. But all of the dead ones seem to stare up at him... "Ga...No..." he shakes his head to clear it from the sudden battle-shock. "C-can't st-stop now, M-Mallow..." he says through chattering teeth. At the lack of a reply, he turns. "Ma-Mallow?!" Uh-oh...the rabbit's done a runner. :P

Rahier is also doggedly part of the group behind the big ol' badger. However, the swings he makes are becoming steadily less accurate, being that he can hardly see. He grumbles in annoyance at the troublesome gash. Grr! The healer wipes his bloodied face on his equally-bloodied tunic sleeve, making his vision at best a red haze. Another weakly deflected corsair blow. Mwah ;p

Oron's lip curls in a snarl as he lashes out at the nearest vermin, stabbing right through the rat's stomach, out of anger and frustration. "Why won't all o' you just die?! Die!!" He whirls his sword aloft, killing another. His heart is beating fast and faster, continously thumping as rage and determination takes over all of his senses.

Jarril calls out from within the mass of moving bodies.  "Laugh all ya like, ferret.  One day ya will die, whether it be from a far away arrow, another hare or maybe from those standing near ya.  Oh next time we ever meet, please brush those teeth, ya breath stinks, Ole smelly ferret!"  The major getting at least one more insult in.

Mallow stops, crouched under a bush, as Saltar laughs and runs back into the thick of the fray.  She jumps forward, then stops and turns her head in the direction Jarril went.  Drops of blood on the loam clearly mark his trail to where he stands, still insulting the vermin.  "Ho there!" she calls, timorously.  "Are you . . . alright?  Can I . . . be of assistance?"  Her ear perks up as Furnier calls for her, but she makes no reply.

Zoe rolls her eyes at Oxeye's banter, and then responds to Sundew with a nod, relaying the message to Bludstripe, "We've got t' break through now, Blud!" She stands fast beside the badger, awaiting for him to take some sort of final action. Which.. he does. Woot.

The blood coated blade of Bludstripes cuts a path to freedom for the hares, speed of the essence as he fights like a beast possessed, the steel flashing as each blow removes a vermin from this mortal coil. The path is open. "HARES! BACK TO THE MOUNTAIN! WE'LL NOT BE DESTROYED THIS DAY! EULALIAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Jarril keeps on moving to where he can get to where the Badger Lord is while his left eye is closed but bleeding a lot.  "Yeah, I need a healer."  Pointing up at his damaged eye as he makes his way to meet the retreating hares.  The hare winces in pain from the cuts about his body and a feeling of sickness nearly makes the hare fall over but he only stumbles.

A arrow hits Remi in the paw as he runs with the other hares, heading back towards the mountain. He leaves a bloody trail, still gripping the cutlass in his right paw as he moves off with the others with the intent of escape.

Oron hollers out blood-curdling cries in unsion with the badger lord, sprinting and running his way to freedom, his sword held high in the filthy air.

A voice in your head, that sounds like !!Taron!! says "would you be able to get me up to speed or not?" , you look around and no one is there. (to you)

The Confederates try in vain to regroup, but are routing; the badger lord is unstopable. A young captain in command of the front rank blows his horn. "Fall back! Fall back! RETREAT!" not only the first rank, but the second, and third, and all of them after comply, breaking and running. Cursing, Saltar grabs a javelin from the bloodied ground, hurling it at the Captain. It strikes the officer in the throat.

You page, "Fought Saltar, lost miserably and got several cuts on chest and arm and left eye had a throwing blade into it.  It's bleeding pretty badly.  You know, main artery and all.  Needs to be burnt to seal that up etc." to Taron.

"It's about damn time," mutters Oxeye, dispatching another before following the lead of the Bludstripe. "Aye, lot. Last chance t'give 'em hell. Blood'n'vinegar an' whatnot, eh? C'mon!" And so even as the corsairs begin to retreat, the injured boxer lands a few more notches on his belt for kills this evening. No Delvei, though. Curses.

Furnier would love to retreat...but where has Mallow gone? He looks around, heedless of the battle surrounding him and the strange coldness chilling him, as he unsuccessfully tries to find the creature he was supposed to be protecting. -_- Suddenly...Furni falls to his knees as an arrow hits from behind, barely missing his kidneys. Ouch. He falls to the bloodied ground, that tiredness setting in again...

Something of a smile dawning on Sundew's face, the Colonel picks her way through the carcasses, calling out to every hare to follow and retreat back to the mountain- safety, where they could count the losses and lick wounds. She takes on a stray ferret left standing in a field of his dead companions, easily slaying him with one stroke of her lance. Calling back to the other hares once more, regretfully leaving behind a mass of dead, hares she had dined with and conversed with, Sundew turns away and runs back up the cliff towards her home.

Jarril keeps on moving and frowns while muttering.  "Should've been more ready ta deal with him/  Ah well, not my bally time.  Mabbe next time, that or I leave him to Blud."  The major wipes blood from his left cheek and continues on.  This has not been a good day for the patrol at all, but then its only a battle and the war for the time being hasn't been won yet on either side.

Mallow winces and pulls her gaze away from Jarril's gushing eye.  "Erm, yes, of course, healer," she stammers, looking around helplessly.  As Jarril nearly collapses, she rushes forward and tries to put her arm around his limp figure.  "Here, let me help you," she says, though she is so short, she can be used as little more than a low prop.  "Perhaps I have something to help," she mutters, rummaging in a haversack slung over her shoulder.  Poor Furnier.  The memory of the one beast responsible for her survival, eclipsed by the presence of a new warrior closer to her own species. . . .

Finally managing to fight their way into the path of destruction, Spritz grips Kenai's shoulder, half for balance and half for reassurance.  Wincing a bit as they enter the path, he sucks in his breath, lifting his double-sided sword silently.

Joining the others in their battle cry, Zoe charges after Bludstripe, picking off vermin to the side even as they retreat, but she doesn't stop long enough to fall behind. She continues after the Badger Lord, grinning wildly just for the fact of being alive. Grief is for later.

Spotting Furnier, small as he is, Remi moves to help the beast towards the mountain. The hare grimaces as pain shoots through his paw and side, as well as throat as they slowly make way to the safety of the mountain.

Jarril looking at the rabbit he smiles.  "Oh don't worry.  It's just a scratch."  Feeling a bit bad for pulling that remark, the hare is glad he's in the middle of the hares and doesn't have to fight anymore.  With a wider grin the hare smiles.  "Got the wrong eye though.  I always target with my right.  At least I'll still be able to fire a bow or sling without much problem."

Oron whips around, slashing at the most vermin he can lay paws on. Dirt flies out behind his  thumping paws, giving him the detemination and heart to go on, to live. Charging forward, with a smiles skirting his features as he almost leaps for jo. "

Saltar curses. There is no way to catch them now; off they go to the mountain. A quick glance about the field, however, causes a smile to grow across he ferret's face once more. They are going home with CONSIDERABLY less hares then before. Picking up a lance, he begins shoving it randomly into the bodies of hares.

Footpaws pound the sand as he makes his way back to the mountain, Blud's at the rear of the hares, none will be left behind. He pants doggedly, but his size belies his speed as he makes it back, still breathing but barely. He needs help... Bad.

Furnier lets out a strangled growl-cry as he's moved from the comfort of the ground, the barbed arrow causing him a lot of pain. He squinches his eyes shut and eventually gets to his weakweak footpaws, aided by the hare, though he's barely standing. He IS only a youngster, really. :P

"Comon bally wot wot.." The hare coughs abit, speaking quietly. He moves to wrap his good paw around Furn's waist and help him along if allow. Remi goes as quick as he can.

Mallow gives Jarril a faint, lopsided smile full of admiration mingled with pity.  "That was so wonderfully brave of you," she says, her voice dripping with school girlish infatuation.  "And I--oh, the wound!  Erm . . . I'm afraid I have nothing to help you, but. . . ."  She tugs at the end of her tunic, apparently trying to pull of a strip with which to bandage Jarril's eye, but she is unable to rip even that moth-eaten cloth.  "Oh!  Blast!  Er. . . !" she groans, pulling vainly.

Oron still runs, ever runs, keeping his faith alive. Though he smiles slightly, he can't abide a parting glance at the bodies of the hares left from the havoc,and it was hard for him to think that they had been alive and speaking to him only not so long ago.

Jarril blinks with his good eye and holding out his sleeve he shrugs.  "Ah well.  I can be put on report."  Without saying another word, the major rips off the entire left sleeve of his uniform.  "This should do."  Wrapping it around his head the best he can.

Beach

The intense sun bakes the golden sand of the beach.  To the north and south all that can be seen is sand.  The salty air flows off of the glassy green surface of the ocean to the west.  Far out on the ocean a pelican swoops down and flies off with a fish.  Pearly shells rest in the sand.  It is your typical beach scene, nothing out of the ordinary can be seen.

Exits: [Sh]allows, [U]pshore, [T]ravel [D]ownshore

Salamandastron: Secondary Infirmary
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This is the Secondary Infirmary of Salamandastron, the room to where all
wounded beasts who must be treated immediately are taken.  There is a
small alley in the room, with 5 beds each on both sides of it, the back
wall just a mass of cupboards holding herbs, though not as many.  One of
the cupboards has no door, and a string dangles down, looping around a
pulley somewhere below the opening.  It is a dumbwaiter, leading up to
the Main Infirmary, used for transporting herbs and other medical
supplies to the Secondary Infirmary if need be.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Out] to Level One Intersection

Coming in barely, Major Jarril stumbles again while being held by two other officers, pretty much of his blue uniform is covered in crinsom colour, the left sleeve has been ripped off to make a temporary bandage over his left eye which continues to ooze blood down his left cheek.  Various cuts are over his body and he winces in pain as he is put into one of the cots.

Ayanna enters the infirmary, looking thoroughly anxious. Little Kail isn't with her for once, but that's not what she's anxious about. She heard about the battle...and Furni was no where to be found. She knows where he went.

I'm gonna twink Remi for once. :P Poor Furni, barely standing, supported by Remi. In fact, the only reason he IS standing is because he won't let any of those KIND, GENEROUS HARES carry him on a stretcher. :P He stumbles in, badly bruised, one shoulder and upper-arm covered in bandages, joining the old bandages on the forearm. That's a whole arm in bandages, as well as the arrowhead in his lower back, miraculously not piercing anything vital.

Hey, look-it that, everyone's fur is the same color - red. Zoe's no different. Though very little of it belongs to her, her uniform and her entire body is covered in the stuff. My, but the baths are going to get some use -tonight-. But, for the time-being, she merely makes her way over to a basin and dips her arms into the elbows, washing off as much blood as she can, and some of the other healers do likewise, preparing themselves for a long night of healing ahead of them. Zoe ignores her own injuries, mostly, given that her injuries were, luckily, very minor - a shallow but long slice on her arm and the tip of her ear off, as well as a few nicks and bruises otherwise. But beyond that, she's fine. She makes her way over to the first most critical patient that she can find, murmuring words of comfort to him as she assesses his injuries.

Ayanna dashes straight toward Furnier, "Furni! You need to lay down on a cot right now, you do. You shouldn't be standing when you're like this, you shouldn't!"

Padding in slowly, this hare has also taken a rather similar hue to that of the fallen Burdock -- a lovely crimson. Oxeye lingers near the door, not wishing to hinder the healers or waste their time. He's survived worse, supposedly. A few deep slash wounds to the shoulders and flanks, a glancing blow to the paw, and a stubborn arrow shaft to his right shoulder need not stop this boxer. Woo.

"Oh no..." a healer sobs, her face buried in her arms as she weeps in a stool, knees pulled close.  "You /can't/ die, Lain," she whispers, "You just /can't/!"  Her ears flattened, she ignores the current commotion, bloodied hares coming in and others being carried in on a stretcher.  A few too many.

Rahier shuffles into the infirmary, moving immediately to the basin. He's effected some temporary work on himself. A bloody-looking bandage wrapped around his head a few times, to stem the bleeding of what must have been a nasty gash on his forehead, and the length of his left arm wrapped up quite haphazardly. He washes his paws and most of his right forearm quickly, before turning to survey the casualties as they file in.

Jarril lies there and winces again as some other hare is looking him over.  "Easy, it flipping well hurts!"  He shouts as the eye is checked out.  "Look, go get someone who's dealt with this sort of injury before, wot!"

Taron moves into the infirmary not even doing so much as to remove his weapons, not worrying about any thing but the many hurt beasts, much like Zoe he moves towards the sink to rinse his paws of what he can, taring the sleave's of his tunic off and discarding them in the nearest place he can, he looks around and a nurse come up and whispers something to him, he nods and moves towards Jarril, and blinks raising an eyebrow, "Well Major you seem to have been better." he says looking him over. His wounds, the few he got are simple slashes and a shallow stab in the side, nothing to serious.

Jarril looks at Taron and points to his left eye.  "Well, maybe ya should check that out.  Throwing blade by Saltar got me.  I've had nothing but bright lights coming from it now."  Wincing the hare pokes his finger in.  "Doesn't look good, does it?"  Dropping his arm again and sighing.

Standing in the doorway for a moment, Remi then moves. He goes to help Furnier to a cot if allowed and then sits down and begins to work on cleaning the paw wound he has.

Furnier shrugs Remi off, supporting his shivering self by both paws on a cot, though not laying. He wipes his eyes with a paw, feeling faint but also striving to keep awake, mainly because either he's scared the shock and wounds combined might kill him, or through stubborn warrior stuff. He hangs his head in shame. "A-Aya...Sorry..." he says, shaking his head and going silent. After a minute, he speaks again. "I f-found Mallow when I was there...b-but I-I lost her...I-I ain't such a warrior..." he stutters, the battleshock still affecting him deeply. But even battleshock can't stop his wannabe-warriorness, it seems. -__-

Both hazel eyes locked on Lain, Triss stares blankly at the still figure of Lain. Her paw still clutches the young haremaid's paw. Triss' face is dry, her eyes parched from crying. She doesn't move a muscle, even as the victims of the battle arrive...

Soon enough, Bludstripe is likewise brought into the infirmary, carried on a rather large stretcher which is held by at least four hares. This is then set upon one of the cots, and seeing this, Zoe limps her way over to him, calling a couple other healers to her, and they begin working upon the unconscious badger. "Bloody 'ell..." This Zoe mutters across to the other healers. "We've lost so many..." She sighs in frustration, then wipes a paw across her forehead, only succeeding in smearing her paw with more blood, but this she ignores, "Well, let's get t' it... got t' save our badgah lord." And they begin.

Ayanna frowns slightly, but reaches out to carefully hug Furnier, "Furni, can you lay down on your stomach for me, please? I need to treat your wounds, I do...It'll be alright, it will."

Oxeye eyes Zoe... And the eternal debate begins: to offer help or not to offer help? The fighter continues to linger near the entrance. Naturally, the casualties from the ambush are much more pressing than Lain's condition -- and so Triss goes unnoticed at this point.

Hovering in the aperture with lowered ears and blushing cheeks stands Ewan. He surveys the bloodied and battered hares solemn, the scene making the fact that he was useless in the battle all too real for him. But, now, he's here, in the infirmary, where he can help. The buck's no surgeon, but he's mixed more than a few herbs in his time, and possibly, he can make a difference. "Rahier?" he calls quietly, stepping from the darkened doorway. "Can I assist ya?"

Taron nods as he moves to pull Jarril's paw away, "Don't do that sar, Just make it warse." he sighs and looks over to one of the helpers and says "Get me Healin supplies." he says grabbing a white cloth and looking into to Majors good eye, "Brace yer self sar, this isnt goin ta feel peachy."

Jarril grins slightly as he looks up at Taron. "Well, I didn't expect this ta be a walk around the trifle table."  He pauses.  "Drat, I am hungry as well.  But anyways, do what ya have ta do."  Staying quiet he sighs.  "Trust us ta get tricked like that.  This can't go on."  He goes quiet once more.

Zalophus slinks in, his eyes wide open. He had been away, to the northern seas for a week. All the beasts in the room take him by suprise. "Theres ah fire 'n smoke far upshore... and.." he stops, seeing all the maoning hurt hares. "What in my ol' mudder's flipper happened here?"

Once everything with Bludstripe seems to be under the control of the two other healers working on him, Zoe leaves them to it and moves on through the infirmary, finally stopping beside Jarril when she sees him, "Oh, you look in a righ' way, majah..." She peers at him, restraining a frown, and then glances to Taron, "Need any help 'ere?" If not, she'll continue on to someone else.

Rahier looks to Ewan, drying his paws. Weary and (very) bloody as he is, there's work to be done. "Ah.. maybe. I don't need any help, right now.." He answers Ewan, absently noncommittal. He gives Blud and co. a look, and being that that's under control, he walks down the rows of cots- satchel still hanging at his side, stopping at Furnier and Ayanna.. giving them a glance. "Mmhmm, let's get you on th'cot, eh?" He orders, to the injured squirrel, unaware of their previous conversation. Another look to Ayanna. "Y'can tend t'him?"

Taron looks over at the helper as the npc sets his box down on a portable table, He smirks and says "Ah, this might be a little easier on you." he says opening the box, he pulls out a cleaner cloth and two bottles of what looks like Alcohol. He hands one of them to him and says "hare drink this, Strong rum, with a little extra somthing." he says with a smirk, dipping the other bottle onto the clot

Ayanna nods slightly to Rahier, "I can, sir."

Ewan's jaw slackens, and he looks about helplessly, the feelings of uselessness striking him like a slap across the face. Gah. The buck pads over to where Zoe_Lang hovers behind the Lord's cot, softly whispering, asking what he can do. Anything. He'll mop up blood if he's bidden; /anything/ to rid himself of this wretched feeling.

Furnier obediently lays face-down on the cot, still shivering, no definitely not reluctant like he usually is. He draws both paws up, despite the agony in one shoulder, and just covers his head with his arms. :(

Taron looks over at the helper as the npc sets his box down on a portable table, He smirks and says "Ah, this might be a little easier on you." he says opening the box, he pulls out a cleaner cloth and two bottles of what looks like Alcohol. He hands one of them to him and says "hare drink this, Strong rum, with a little extra something." he says with a smirk, dipping the other bottle onto the cloth. The healer glances up at Zoe and shrugs "Maybe to halp with his ather wounds, I can get his eye," he looks around and says "Is thar any beast else who be needin help Carnel?" he asks glancing back to her.

After cleaning up his wounds, applying herbs and bandaging them, Remi rests for a moment as he sits with Furnier. He then goes to start helping him...

Jarril nods and downs the drink in one go and feels the warmth slip down into his body and coughs.  Croaking out.  "Whoa.  Where in the bally 'ell did ya get that from?  A pirate ship?"

Zalophus scoots over to Furnier. "Furnier! Furnier mate! Great neptune, what happened to yeh?" His voice full of almsot panic, the sea lion flaps his flipper on the ground.

Ayanna leans to give Furni a quick kiss on the forehead, then runs off to get needed items. She then returns with them, setting them down beside Furni's cot. She takes a small knife, then reaches to hold the arrow steady as she carefully cuts the bit of flesh the barbs are sticking to so the arrow can be easily removed with minimal damage.

Glancing over Jarril's other wounds, Zoe decides that they're not too critical. So, she gives a considering shake of her head, "Looks like ya c'n handle it..." The colonel gives a nod to Jarril and then turns, to find herself face to face with a whispering Ewan. Giving him a weary smile, she pats him lightly on the shoulder whilst walking past him, pausing just beyond him as she looks around, "D'ya think you could go 'round the room and take a head count fer me..? We need t' know... how many we've lost. So tha' we c'n inform the families." She then glances back over her shoulder at the buck with an apologetic shrug, "Don't imagine that's too upliftin' of a task, but... I've got t' get back t' work, now. I'll be ovah on the othah side o' the room. Find me, a'right?" She then turns, limping off on her task, pausing beside a cot long enough to close the eyes of a hare now staring lifelessly up at the ceiling, and to cover her with a blanket.

Furnier isn't really in any state to answer Zalo. :P Head hidden beneath his arms, Furni feels the pain of the arrowhead being cut from his back, his shortened tailbrush swishing around to show his dismay. He doesn't cry out, though. He's much too preoccupied with his thoughts, and the bad memories of the battle...

The hurting hare backs off as Ayanna works on Furnier. Remi closes his eyes for a moment as some tears roll down his bloodstained cheeks.

Well then. Oxeye's gaze sweeps the room once more, before slipping out the door. Ox will take care of his wounds his own way. Which... isn't the best way. In fact, it will probably increase his time away from the field, with the way he addresses wounds... but no one has to know that. Besides, the fighter needs a little... fresh air. Right. And so the boxer is gone, to deal with that pesky arrow. Woo.

Rahier nods a bit as she begins to treat Furnier. Aww, and pulling arrows is the best part. ;p He looks slowly to Zalo, despite the sea lion's panicked questioning. "He'll be alright, don' be rushin' around in here yellin' while we're workin'. There're injured beasts around." He scolds, waving a paw over at the wall. "Jus' wait till she's done." He doesn't wait to see whether the other actually complies or not, before moving back down the row of cots to look for somebeast else to tend to.

Ayanna quickly presses a cloth down on Furni's back wound, now that the arrow is out and the blood is free to flow. She shakes her head a little and sighs...

Zalophus backs away slowly. His eyes look about the room. He closes his mouth and whispers one last question. "How... how many died?"

Taron smirks and says "Anathar one of me ma's home remedies, just very potent rum, with some things you porbibly shouldn't drink too much of." he says as he sighs moving to kind of hover over him looking in to his 'eye' "Now ya can brace yer self sar." he says slowly dabbing at the outer eye before he goes and pokes is fingers into his eye socket."

Ewan quietly surveys the room, finding his task painfully easy to accomplish. One.. six... As he reaches twelve, his eyes begin to brighten with hope, but, quickly, his hopeful expression falters as he realizes this is the group as a whole, and no more living hares are to be found. The buck's ears droop, his head much the same, and he trudges dourly across the room to Zoe, a tentative paw alighting on her shoulder. He whispers in her ear yet again, though his voice sounds unnaturally downtrodden.

Jarril nods slightly and mutters a bit slurred.  "At least give me something ta bite down on, just in case, wot."  He closes his other eye and feels like he's been on a all nighter.  "How much of a hangover will this give me?"

Furnier, despite the commotion, hears Aya's sigh, and looks up. He still looks in shock, though. "Y-you're not disappointed...?" he asks. MASSIVE POSE.

Ayanna still keeps pressure on Furni's wound, "Disappointed about what..?"

Furnier looks on the verge of sobbing. He's already in tears. "About me goin' when I shouldn't've..."

"Yah bally did good wot wot." Remi opens his eyes and looks at Furnier. "Bravest beast I've ever bally seen lad." The small hare stands and moves around the numerous cots checking on the injured slowly.

Ayanna smiles at Furnier and gives his forehead another kiss, "I'm not disappointed, Furni...it's alright, it is..." and then she begins quickly, though gently, cleaning out his arrow wound.

Taron shrugs turning back to the box and pulling out what looks like a cloth wrapped stick "here," he says putting it to his mouth, "I dont be knowin how bad, I try to avoid the idea of drinkin it." he says with a smirk, not really sure how to go about pulling out his leftovers. after a few moments of cleaning off the outside he shakes his head and just goes for it going to try for one shot. His fingers move around the inside, as he makes a sickly face, removing what he can out of his new crater.

Never before had the hare ever witnessed anything so grossed to happen to him in having that being done to him.  The grooginess stops him from screaming out but he does bite down into the stick and moans, wondering now if it was worth trying to fight the leader.  Inside the wound starts to bleed again as the eye socket fills up with red liquid after Taron had finished.

Furnier sobs a bit, wiping his eyes. "Th-they were all lookin' at me...All th' deadbeasts...Loads of 'em died...It was 'orrible..."

Ayanna starts applying a poultice to Furni's wound and bandaging it, "You were very brave to fight there, you were, Furni..."

Closing her eyes with a sigh, Zoe dips her head in a nod at Ewan's whispered response... "Fourteen.. bloody 'ell, that means we lost..." Shaking her head in blatant refusal of such a thought, she opens her eyes and glances around the infirmary grimly, and then shakes her head to Ewan's next whispered statement, "Be glad that ya weren't, Ewan.. 'Twas a futile thing.." Well, that's just gone and taken all the wind out of her sails. Zoe walks away from Ewan without a second glance, her shoulders slumped, as she makes her way over to yet another critically wounded hare. How lovely and depressing.

"I wanted tah thank yah Zoe..." Remi walks over to the haremaid slowly and looking timid. "..don't like tah fight yah know wot wot. Was scared...." He blinks. "Maybe even bally bit coward like. But yah saved me life from that there bloomin' foxer, an' iffn theres anythin' I can do fer yah lemme know."

Rahier pauses in his rounds at the foot of one of the cots, wavering unsteadily where he stands. His paw goes to his forehead, wincing. Wooooh that smarts. If it weren't for the previous battle, one might mistake him for looking a bit drunk. ;p

Taron lets out a deep breath, as he pulls his fingers out "Bluddy hell." he says softly setting the blood soaked cloth aside, "ya still with me Majar?" he asks taking another cloth to his eye leaving it in till he can get something red hot. He glances at the helper and says "get me a pokar red hot, don't care where from." he says looking back at Jarril as the helper runs off.

Ewan quietly pads after her, a gentle paw alighting on her shoulder in a manner that he hopes is comforting. "Zoe..." he sighs, softly, mind devoid of the reassuring words he so desperately wants to voice. "Ya 'ave t'remember the ones that're still alive. They count, yeah?" he manages, weakly, dejected at his lame attempt to cheer up someone he hates seeing blue.

Furnier shrugs. "I-I just..." he sighs. "...I know n-now that th'fightin' ain't everythin' about a warrior..." all of a sudden, he looks really drowsy.

Jarril replies slurred as the stick falls out of his mouth.  "Should've killed him.  Couldn't even injure him.  Was foolish to try."  He looks at Taron.  "Thought I could've stopped this whole thing by killing him."  Closing his right eye.  "Not the fighter I thought I was and this is what I get."

Ayanna begins cleaning, poulticing, and bandaging Furni's other wounds, "..That's very true, it is, Furni..."

Furnier looks up drowsily, nodding in agreement. The shock is easing off a little, but seems to act like a kind of anaesthetic, in the sense that it's causing his weariness to be felt more and more, thus making him want to sleep. "I don' wanna sleep," is his protest, however. "I needta help...with th'stuff..." snore. -_-

As soon as Furnier is asleep, Ayanna's sad, worried, and very upset expression shines through. She continues patching up Furni's injuries, however.

Zoe_Lang stares blankly at Remi as he's speaking to her, and at first it would almost seem that she's not registered his words at all. But, after an awkward silence, she shakes her head slightly, "Ya don't owe me anythin', Remi. I did it because I could." She then glances over her shoulder as the paw is placed upon it, and she sees Ewan once more. At first, she's not sure whether to shrug the shoulder off, to punch Remi, or to snap at Ewan. Or maybe she'll just, heh, go to sleep, instead. After such a battle, she's up to all of these, but instead she refrains from all three, and with a nod to Ewan, her lips stretch into a dead-looking smile that's more frightening than reassuring. "Aye, Ewan, 'tis the ones alive that count.. and now I've got t' go see t' them remainin' alive.. Try t' make sure that everyone's comfortable, a'right? I'll talk t' ya latah." She then moves out from under his paw and over to another cot where a young buck - no more than 7 seasons - is sobbing and screaming as his lower arm is removed, too far gone to be saved.

The helper come back with a two foot long poker from a near by fireplace, Taron take it with the oven mitts the helper brought as well, "Sorry sar." he says pulling the cloth out of his eye and slowly touching the sides and inside of his eye, gently to not damage any more then is needed. The healer winces as he watches what he is doing, the sound of flesh sizzling heard clearly.

"Rahier, I'll help out bally 'course wot wot.." Remi yawns and nods to Zoe, watching her for a moment. "Lost alot but we gotta them verm good, didn't we?" He sits down near Furn again, eyes closing then totally closed. Snoredom.

Ayanna gets Furni all bandaged up...then she slumps by his cot and starts rubbing at her eyes as they get all teary. What's she crying about?...She didn't know any of the creatures that died, and Furni is still alive, even.

Jarril does cry out now as he feels the outside and the inside optical nerves being burnt but the bleeding stops.  Taking heavy breaths, the other eye streams with tears as the major has literally ripped the sheets in the cot from the sheer tension of holding them.

Ewan watches Zoe trudge off wearing an expression of obvious injury, eyes closing, chin dropping to his chest. He takes a moment to calm himself, fighting back tears as the sheer enormity of the situation begins to grate at his will. Gah... Ewan bites down on his lower lip and defiantly shakes his head, kneeling buy the wailing buck and stroking his forehead. "Shh... It'll be over, soon." He inwardly winces at how weak that must sound.

Zoe_Lang glances up briefly as Ewan kneels beside the buck, Zoe quietly goes to tending an ugly-looking, open wound in the young runner's gut. It doesn't look lik this one's going to live.. That'll bring the count down to 13 instead of 14. Wince. Zoe cleans the wound as carefully as she can and then goes to sew it up - but there's really not much skin left to pull across it. She looks away briefly, closing her eyes - and suddenly she's reminded of Lain. Her eyes blink open, and she returns to stitching up the ugly wound, and then glances around expectantly before bandaging up. Where is Lain? She's got to be either in here or in the primary informary.. She frowns uncertainly, and then kneels beside the young buck, "You'll be jus' fine, lad, jus' fine..." She pats his shoulder lightly, though when she glances over his head to Ewan, her expression is grim, and it's obvious that her words are more comfort than truth.

Taron turns back to his box upon handing off the poker, "Well, lets see," he pulls out a jar of a syrupy substance, "This is goin ta feel nice too sar." he says as he dips a brush like thing into the thin past, letting it drip into his eye, after a few moments he closes the jar and puts it back into the box pulling out a needle and thread.

Jarril doesn't move, his mind is working on how many he had lost under his command, those that had trust him to protect while he was fighting.  Looking about but not seeing much except for Taron's fuzzy head and the ceiling he nods slightly.  Eventually he states, "Just get it finished with."

Taron nods with a sigh and shakes his head "It want be long sar." he says as he be gins to stitch the eye closed, "I am glad ya held off that vermin sar, We would ave had trouble getting out if it warnt far you sar." he says quietly.

Ayanna just sits there next to Furni's cot, crying...

Jarril nods and lets the healer finish off and then smiles.  "Thanks."  He doesn't say anything else but just lies there.  "Am I to stay here or be moved upstairs."  The major wondering if this cot is needed by anyone else more in need to be sorted now.

"I'll stitch it up, Zoe. Ya don' 'ave ta." He gingerly pulls the chair closer to the bed, producing a rum bottle from beneath the cot and tilting it towards the buck's lips. "Have a drink, lad." Ewan inwardly groans and sets the bottle aside, noting that the buck has fallen unconscious. At least he won't feel any pain. With a sigh and a broken glance towards the doe, he begins to /very/ carefully mend the wound, praying the buck - not much older than a leveret - will survive.

Ewan doesn't falter in his gentle strokings of the wounded buck's brow. He sniffs, quietly, at first, though after a few moments of sniffling, it's apparent he wants to cry. He's a sensitive buck, Ewan, though he completely resents the tears that so heinously spring to his eyes, wanting to be strong for Zoe.

Taron finishes with the stitching, must have been a tailer in a previous life, heh, "Thar ya are sar." he says patting his shoulder 'if it isnt injured.' "alright now to covar it." he say moving back to his box and pulling out a long white cloth. putting it around his head and across his eye, tieing it not too tight but not too lose, "Thar ya are sar, and I think yer fine ta stay here." he says standing up slowly, "I will be back to check on you, I have to go see whats goign on else where as well." he nods and says "hang in thar sar."

Well, Zoe'll be strong for the both of them. Her jaw is set in determination, and even if she feels like crying at such a waste of life, she's not going to. She continues to stroke the young runner's shoulder, even as another healer sews up his now-amputated arm. And, even as the young buck's eyes drift closed, and his breathing slows... and then stops. -This- youth will not see another battle. Zoe continues to lightly stroke his arm for a moment longer, and then she slowly stands, shaking her head to the other's around, and moves to cover him.

Ayanna rubs at her eyes, finally forcing the tears back as she stands up. She heads toward Zoe, "..C-could you use my help with anyone, ma'am?..."

Jarril nods.  "Aye, thanks Taron."  The buck shifting to sit up slightly now and takes a deep breath.  "Very much appreciated, lad."  He goes quiet and looks about the room with his right eye and shakes his head, still feeling the drink affects.

Meanwhile, Rahier looks quite unsteady on his footpaws, the day and his wounds catching up to him. He wavers for a bit, both paws rubbing at his face, making an "Unngh" noise. The seriousness of the situation over at the far cot is lost on him, as is most everything.. it's obvious he's not feeling quite well. And this is exemplified in his yet increased wobbling, and...timberrrr. Thunk. On the floor, out like a light.

Taron closes his box and nods saying "Aye nothin to it sar." with that he picks up his box and moves towards the exit.

Ewan's ears perk - about the only life in him - at the dull thud of Rahier kissing floor. He leaves the stool and hefts up the buck with a grunt, gently laying his quarry upon a cot and covering him with a sheet, though purposely only drawing it up to his shoulders. The buck pats his comrade who he considers a friend, a slight smile tugging at his lips. ...Only to be followed by a frown. "Zoe?" he queries softly. "Do you think it's just lightheadedness?"

Glancing up at Aya after her task is done, Zoe glances around briefly, as if searching for something that might need doing, "Jus'... if ya could? Make sure everyone's comfortable an' get some food 'n' liquids int' the ones that're awake, a'right..?" She then looks to Ewan, apparently turning her head too quickly. Dizzyness. She blinks a bit and then nods, "Prob'ly.. I'll have a healah look 'im ovah, though.." She gestures one over, delivers the order, and then, well... she's out of things to do. She glances around again, "It... looks like everythin's undah control, really."

Ayanna looks a little alarmed as Rahier falls, but calms slightly as Zoe has a healer go over to him. She looks back toward Zoe, "Alright, ma'am....have you had all of your injures looked at?"

Jarril just leans back against the cot and doesn't move, the major's face has turned slightly stone-faced, the one eye looking about but in all honesty there wasn't much to say.

Ewan spares Rahier a final concerned glance before leaving matters to a healer and returning to Zoe's side. He observes her worn expression with a wince. "Zoe, you need sleep. Let me walk you to your dorm?" the buck suggest softly, half of him expecting a rejection.

Jarril places a paw on his eye patch and bites the lower lip for a moment.  Seeing another hare come to him with a small tray, he nods and watches her go off to another cot.  Looking at the tray, the hare doesn't fancy eating anything at all and as such he picks at it and plays with it before nibbling a tiny bit of something.

Zoe_Lang shakes her head absently, though she does glance at her arm which was wrapped up on the way back to the mountain with a bit of her tunic. The bit of her ear that's off has left the rest that remains covered in blood, and the blood's run down, dried upon her temple, but neither is obviously all that serious. They could do with a clean, though, as could the rest of her. Most of the blood on her isn't her own. "No.. Thanks, though, Aya.. I think the only thing I do need righ' now is a nice, long bath... Think ya c'n handle thi-?" She blinks, cutting off her question as Ewan returns to her side and speaks. She coughs lightly, looking a bit uncertain for the moment, "Ah, well..." Er. Yes. Apparently informing Ewan that she's off to bathe isn't her favorite thing in the world. "I've, ah, actually got.. some business up on the third level, doncha know? Care t' walk me as far as the dorms 'n' part ways there?"

Ayanna nods slightly to Zoe, "Alright, ma'am..." and then she quietly moves off to start making sure all the patients are as comfortable as they could possibly be while wounded.

Ewan dips his head in an affirmative motion, eyes carefully surveying her face to ensure himself that all things are well. A strong urge strikes him to hug her then and there, to hug and reassure her that things will be fine, but he resists, settling instead to squeeze her shoulder gently. Politely. "Aye, I'll walk y'there."

Nodding and then patting the paw Ewan places upon her shoulder, she then turns, limping over to the senior healer on duty, murmuring a few brief words to them before returning to the buck's side, "Well, let's get goin', then.. The soonah the bettah." She first glances to the door and then walks towards it, though she slows enough for Ewan to drop into step with her, and once she reaches the door, she exits, with only the briefest of glances back.

Jarril gives up on eating and hands the food back.  "Sorry, not up ta it right now."  The major explains.  "Actually, I think I sleep and get rid of this sick feeling."  Not saying another word, the major shifts about and lies back down again, making sure not to lean on the left side or put pressure on his wounded side.  Looking to the next cot next to him, the major takes a deep breath on seeing a fighter from his patrol.  Without saying another word, the hare closes his eyes, trying to shut out the images of today.

Rahier is quite merrily passed out on his cot, missing the opportunity to poke fun at that shoulder squeeze. Sigh.. :P