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RW Abbey: Open Ground
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True to its name, this is a wide open area, with little obstructions. It is covered by a carpet of soft green grass, grown longer near the walls, and the occasional patch of wildflowers, especially dandelions. You can make out the brass lined doors leading to the lower dormitories just to the side of the stone staircase that crawls up to the infirmary.

There is a ruin here located near the corner of the wall. The stones that it once consisted of have, for the most part, been moved elsewhere, leaving only the bare skeleton of the base of the old bell tower as a scar in an otherwise idyllic setting.
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Exits: [Up] the stairs to the Ramparts, [G]arden of the [L]ate Rose, [A]long [S]ide the [I]nfirmary, [B]ell [T]ower, [Infirm]ary, Lower [Dorm]itory, Redwall [Entry]

Teko runs down, "Dark leave him we have streatchers we could do more harm."  He runs past the unconsious Etow cause an aid looks to him, he runs over with another and starts to put him on the streatcher, "..we might need to work on him here..I wish i was a real healer, darn it all."

Posco's breathing slows and a rattle can be heard. He doesn't move, but just lays face down on the ground, the blood statring to flow a little thinner.

Korit kicks again, still trying to get the enraged mother off of him. This is all because he hesitated to shoot her. Maybe he isn't as insane as he can get, yet. He barks angrily, not being able to speak for some odd reason and trying to get away from the blood, which is more than likely in his mind, smell and all, just as always.

Teko's eyes widen, "No! Posco..Stay with me here...comone."  He is worried..."Silverleaf!..Zoe!"  He calls to just about all the healers he knows, "..darn Posco..stay with me."

Kail sits up a little bit, the dibbun covering his face with his paws as he wails, but that hurts him as his paw touches the nasty bump on his forehead. The still-dazed squirrel instead tries to hide in his tailbrush, though that's rather futile, of course.

Kevarr grunts as the kick impacts her once again. She replies to the bark with a loud snarl, and her random pounding becomes a little more precise. She aims at his stomach, his chest, his head, his neck, anywhere that she can spot even the slightest opening. And words come, though they aren't exactly coherent. "I'll /kill/ you! I'll /kill/ you! You damn vermin!"

Darklett hesitates to leave the gravely wounded mole, but sees Korit and Kevarr, and starts running towards them, a slight limp hampering his efforts due to the wound in his calf, but he still makes great progress.

Well, fortunately for Teko, Zoe hears the commotion in the open ground and comes running. Teko's calling of her name comes to her ears, but mostly she's just seeing 'chaos'. Yeah. Lots of 'chaos'. "The bloody 'ell?" She blinks, stopping short of the crowd, paw resting on her sword hilt. Habit and all that.

Korit decides to just stop fighting, curling up even more then he already was, so as hardly any of the blows will hit him in soft and more vulnerable spots. He barks again, this time not so angrily, but more of a pleading, wanting to run away. He can hear Darklett running towards them.

Teko calls over to Zoe_Lang, "ZOE! you are a healer right, IT's posco, He needs help..I don't know what to do!"

Kevarr doesn't hear Darklett. Most of her blows now concentrate on Korit's side and head. "Damn vermin! This is /your bloody fault/!"

Can you say 'bad timing,' boys and girls? Lassik comes out into the open ground, whistling a tune. She was looking for somebeast, and she found them, ironically. But she found a whole lot more than she bargained for, too. The shrewmaid stops whistling and frowns, paw moving to her rapier. "Wot in 'ellgates..." she mutters, not really looking for an answer.

Jarril comes out from the abbey and wonders just what is going on, a slight frown coming across his face as he mutters, making his way over the grass slowly, as slow as a runner can go anyways, following Zoe.

Darklett slows to a halt, seeing Korit is no longer resisting... Wow, she's really going at it. He calmly walks up to Kevarr and places a paw on her shoulder. "Kev... Kevarr. Kev."

Kevarr doesn't so much as offer a twitch in response. She is quite unaware.

This time, the shout draws Zoe's gaze as well as her ears, and for the moment the site of Kev beating Korit barely registers. At least for the moment. She runs over to Teko, dropping down beside the two. Posco is glanced over. "Where's 'e hurt?" She can see, of course, but, well, chaotic. Rawr.

Rahier is right behind Zoe. And he doesn't walk as slow as Jarril. ;P No, he pops up right beside the Colonel, brows raising at the scene. Hrm. The buck picks Kev as the highest priority, since she's beating that poor fox's head in. ;p He trots his way over, and, well. Darklett had little success, so Rahier's going to try and tug her off Korit. "Kev!"

On the streacher, the blade can now be seen, the sharp rapier is at least halfway into the mole, the hilt up and deadly. Blood has stained the black fur, and has trickled down the side. Posco gives a few shudders, trying his best to hang on to the little life he has left.

Korit kicks out again, just hoping that this time, from being in his tightly curled up position, it just might fling her off. He doesn't want to HURT the marten, but if he doesn't somehow get her off, he'll likely be beat to death.

Kail just keeps crying. :'(

Yet another beast decides to add himself to the confusion fighting creates.  Dekar steps into the scene, armor at his breast, glimmering cape over his shoulders, and long black headfur pulled behind him.  In his usual stance, the paladin has both of his paws on the pummel of twilight, and shadowbane.  "What in the lights name?" The paladin whispsers to himself, moving to get a better view.

Teko looks at the rapier.."..I don't know..pull it out..wouldn't that make the bleedeing worse..I don't know."  Panicy..great for his chances of being a healer.

Lassik looks around... at all the frantic enraged beasts... at the possibly dying mole... it's all a bit too much. She wanders over to Kail and just hugs him tightly, because it's all she can think of to do. "It'll be okay..."

Kevarr is tugged by Rahier. She fights against it, by using her own weight, though Rahier doesn't receive any kicks or blows. Those are reserved for Korit, at which she still continues to swing furiously, even if Rahier manages to pull her far enough away that she can't reach. The kick again lands on her turned him, and it will leave a larger bruise than the others.

Darklett eyes Rahier as he tries... "Can you take care of this...?" He doesn't wait for a response, and turns to hasten towards the mole.

Kail twitches a bit as he's hugged, until the shrew isn't squeezing any bruises he gained from the rather nasty tumble. Once accomplished, however, he hugs back, terrified of just about everything in the area.

Rahier hugs his arms around the marten's middle, and digging boots into ground, tugs. And he seems to be succeeding in hauling her away from Korit? "Kev, /stoppit!/"

Jarril makes his way so that he is in between Kevarr and Korit and stands there frowning.  "Kevarr.  Calm down for bally sake."  The buck looks at Rahier, before turning to look at Korit again then returns to staring Kevarr in the eyes.

Korit feels her weight being half pulled off of him, so, as quick as a bolt of lightning, he uncurls and is off the ground, only to stumble backward, landing on one knee and an arm. He sneezes, blood dripping down from his nose where she punched him at one point. He groans, closing eyes.

Indeed, Rahier succeeds in tugging her away. Jarril though, gets in the way of her punches before Kevarr calms down, so several of her blows are likely to hit. And as she sees Korit roll away, she puts on an extra burst of strength to try and lunge at him.

Korit shakes head, trying to clear his senses and get the smell of blood out of his head. Wipes his nose with the back of his paw. The tod looks quite frustrated indeed about the whole thing. His mind is blank and everyone's fogged over.

Lassik looks up at the mole over the squirrel dibbun's shoulder and frowns deeply. She mutters something to herself. The shrewmaid allows her hug to loosen a little, but she doesn't totally release Kail.

Jarril does get hit but the major stands his ground and takes them, moving slightly to block a few at least.  Seeing Kevarr threatening to get at Korit again, the major throws caution to the wind, the major goes right in front of Kevarr and attempts to grab hold of her arms.  "Now, stop this right this instant!"

"Let 'im be, K-" Erk. The marten lunges. Rahier has his arms about her middle, still, but he's in such a position she could take advantage of his being off-balance. Which means he could be going for a ride into Korit. XD But he attempts to recover quickly enough, tugging back again.

Looking him over a bit more, she nods. "Righ', well, -have- t' take it out." Teko is given a hurried glance. "Gimme yer shirt." She holds out her paw, fingers snapping. "Hurry, hurry!"

Mmm, indecision. Darklett changes his mind and runs back to Korit, pinning him down. "You're not moving. You're not going -anywhere.-"

Kevarr has two hares on her now. Both arms are grabbed, and though she keeps straining, she's tiring quickly in her struggles. Her breathing is labored and angry. However, when Darklett moves toward Korit, she calms.

Kevarr now has a great deal of blood running down her face from her ear wound. But compared to the other wounded, this is nothing much to worry over.

Looking him over a bit more, Zoe nods. "Righ', well, -have- t' take it out." Teko is given a hurried glance. "Gimme yer shirt." She holds out her paw, fingers snapping. "Hurry, hurry!"

Korit stares blankly up at the hare, then, with a sob, begins crying like an injured dibbun. Dark, in his vision, is covered in blood and the smell is unbarable. He can't think straight, plummeting further into madness.

Teko well..isn't wearing a shirt...though he does remove his robes, leaving only his sleacks, "..here..take it."  Quickly, looking deftly worried about Posco.

Rahier releases his grip on the marten as she begins to calm, trusting Jarril's also got her covered well enough. The major turns to Darklett, gesturing to Korit. "Remove him. Take 'im.. t'th'hall, or summat, jus' get 'im outta here. Make sure he don't run away." His gaze flicks to Kev's ear, but he doesn't think much of that. Head wounds bleed a lot. ;p Hrm. Who else is hurt..

Lassik allows a very slight smile. "Well, then, bit o' a rough scuffle but I'm sure everybeast will turn out okay..." She sounds much more hopeful than she is, and it's not very hopeful at that. Now that she's gotten control of herself, she decides to lift the dibbun entirely off the ground, holding him in a tight embrace and doing her best to avoid the bruises, though she's not sure where they are.

Jarril keeps hold of Kevarr's arms and looks at her now, a quick glance to Rahier before returning it again.  "That's it.  Just calm down."  The major ignoring the pain in his leg for the time being from the kick, unsure of the damage but concentrating on calming the marten down.  "Now why don't ya just sit down on the grass and tell me what happened.  Best ta have a cool head for that, wot.  Ya remember more details that would be more useful, doncha know."

The robes are taken - they'll do - and are then situated around the blade. Zoe points. "Press down. -Don't- cut yerself, fer the love o' the spirits. I'm goin' t' pull it out.. Make -sure- ya press ovah the wound once it's out, ya hear me?"

Darklett nods to Rahier, and picks Korit up, seeing as he's not exactly resisting. Dragging Korit along on his shoulder, he makes his way into the Great Hall with the fox.

Teko nods, doing exactly what she tells him, calming down as he does it, he cares more about posco then his own fears now.  "..ok..got it."

Kail yowches a bit as one of his bruises complains slightly, but disappears as he shifts. Whimperwhimper.

Kevarr relaxes more, though she continues to eye Korit with what can only be called a murderous glare. "...Wh...is everyone okay?" There's a lot of activity around her. She tries to twist her head to view Posco.

Korit isn't crying anymore, in his frustration and madness, but is breathing hard, as if he could hyperventilate. He allows himself to be carried off without a struggle, though, knowing it's Dark who has him.

"Righ', good." She stands, so that she can pull the rapier out at a straight angle. And.. she does so, as gently/carefully as she can. Once this is done, she kneels back down, setting the bloody rapier beside it and pressing her own paws down over top of Teko, "Keep the pressure, a'right? Jus' like tha'." Thus 'demonstrated', she removes her paws, and glances over her shoulder. "Someone get supplies from the infirmary! Compresses, bandages! Watah!"

Jarril answers Kevarr's question, but noting the look from the marten.  "Some beasts are hurt but they are being treated by healers as we speak.  But what about you?"  The major looks at the ear.  "Ya need ta have that cleaned up yaself."

Teko keeps holding on the pressure tightly, listening to the chaos around him.

Nagia walks into the open grounds, paws in his pockets, with a dull-grim expression on his face.  He stops, giving a glance around the area.  He quietly, and rather awkwardly scratches behind his head.

Lassik blinks at Zoe's orders... she wants to go herself, since she's more able than some, but she's also worried about the dibbun. She has a feeling she's going to regret this.  "Kail, d'yer mind if I let yew down? I need t'elp..."

As the blade is pulled out from the mole, Posco snaps his eyes open for only a second. They open so wide, whoever, that the whites from sround his black pupils are seen, a rare thing to the mole. Grunt! The noise rips through the mole as he gives a great shudder. His breath grows shallow and he becomes still.

Kevarr waves off Jarril's concerns with a rather violent paw. "I'm fine. Who's hurt? Are they going to be okay? That Fates be-damned /fox/!"

Etow is just starting to wake up, "he starts to stand but yelps as he gets on his knees, "..ahh.."  He moves his paws to his legs.

Jarril lets go of one of Kevarr's arms but still sticks by her to make sure.  "The mole is hurt but is being treated by the healer."  He looks over to where Zoe is and looks back.  "I don't know, best ta not get in the way of their work though."

"Bloody 'ell!" Zoe jumps up, herself, but not without a quick word to Teko. "I'll be righ' back. Keep doin' jus' that!" She then turns, dashing over to the stairs that lead up to the infirmary, and up she goes, disappearing inside.

Teko almost screems, "Posco!"  He doesn't relax his pressure in the slightest though, "Zoe!..Alright"

Alllrighty. Rahier looks to Talek, who's bleeding all over the place, apparently. Hrm. The buck turns his head to Etow's yelp, pointing to the tod's leg. "You, don't move. Press your paws over that leg o' yours!" And off he goes, over to Talek, kneeling, over the mess of a fox. ;p

Etow does place his paws on his leg, "..darn." He repeats, "..wait!..is the Kit alright!"  Priorities first Etow..priorities first."

Kevarr is still trying to see. Mole? She only knows one. "Posco!" Aie, this is bad. "Let me go. Or. No. You go beat the fox's head in. He and that other one, they tried to kidnap Kail! Then that stupid fox started firing arrows at us when we tried to stop them!"

Jarril shakes his head.  "Sorry, I ain't going ta let ya go.  I saw that look in your eyes Kevarr..."  He looks to where the mole is and back again.  "Let them work on him.  Ya don't want ta get in the healers way, trust me."

Lassik frowns, feeling the tug to do something growing stronger by the moment. "Kail, I'm goin' ter put yer down. Is yer daddy aroun'?" Yeah, she's making the usual mistake of assuming that the squirrel's father is a squirrel. Her brain's a little muddled now.

Kail simply nods sulenly, sending pain through his bumped head, and points as best he can at Rah.

Etow looks around and sees the mole, "POSCO!"  Trying to move closer he winces and yells out again, "..no..posco.."

Posco's breath starts to fade. The inhales become few and far apart. Snuffles come from the mole. He fights a losing battle. Cracking an eye open, the mole moans. "Dibbun... h'al... h'alrigh'?" He manages to croak out, his snout wrinkling with the pain of the large speaking effort.

Kevarr's head bows. Mmm. She's feeling a little dizzy and sickly, which only helps matters right now. "Don't let them get away," she murmurs. And then her ear, the one not dripping blood, perks at the sound of Posco's voice.

Rahier is hunched over Talek's still form. The healer looks stressed, and is eyeing the two rapier-wounds warily. He's not really sure what all he can do for the tod, at this point, besides press his paws to the bleeding. Which isn't all too effective. "Need another stretcher," he announces.

Teko looks down, "No!..you can't die..you can't die..Posco..the abbey needs you..your friends need you."

Jarril speaks softly back to the marten.  "We won't let them get away and if they do, we both go hunting together, eh?"  Saying anything to get her co-operation, before trying to help Kevarr so that she will be sitting down on the grass.  "Come on now.  Ya need ta sit down."  The major worried that the marten is going into some form of shock.

Not but a moment later, Zoe rushes out of the infirmary with two rather full-looking sacks in her arms. She jobs down the steps, just skipping the last few in favor of jumping. She stumbles a bit, but keeps her balance, returning to Posco's side. He is looked over briefly, and then from the sack a roll of bandages and a compress is pulled. Not that she's all that sure it'll do any good, at this point. "Keep pressin', keep pressin'.." Her words are grim, and likely not overly reassuring for Teko. She draws a small knife from a sheath and uses it to carefully cut away Posco's tunic.

Kevarr doesn't give more than token resistance at being lowered into a sit. Her fist clenches tightly. Having nothing else to do to express her feelings, she begins grumbling furiously, the contents of which are quite unprintable, with the occasional 'stupid', 'idiot', 'twit', or 'buffoon' tossed in the mix.

The mole blinks as he has the notion beasts are near him, Teko's pleads seem to phase him, but Posco repeats his question, his voice softer and more pained then the first time. "Dibbun... es... h'al... h'alright'?"

Jarril stays by the martens side and gives the occasional look to where the hall is, then where Zoe is and then back to Kevarr.  Moving his grip from Kevarr's arm to the paw he shakes his head.  "I know.  But we don't want ya ta do something ya may regret."  Making sure that Pasco is in full view of the marten now.  "Best ta keep ya thoughts possible, if even for ya friend ta survive."  The major hoping he's saying the right things but at least he has the marten calmed down and sitting there for the time being.

Lassik runs to Posco's side without a thought as he speaks, still holding the dibbun. She maneuvers him into the poor mole's sight. "Aye, 'e's fine. Yew 'ang in there, alright?"

Kail seems to get terrified as he's drawn nearer to the gravely injured mole. He starts struggling and screaming, as though Posco is some giant spider or something.

Kevarr doesn't reply. She's too busy swearing to herself, with her shoulders hunched. And her eyes focused desperately on the activity going on around Posco. "...-ing fools. I...didn't even /see/ him get hurt. I didn't even know he was here..."

A weak grin flood onto the moles stiffening features. He tries to nod his head, but seems far too weak, and instead wiggles his snout. "'S good..." He says softly and lets his eyes close tight. The mole is still, more still than should be. His digging claw opens, the paw hanging limp over the side of the streacher. The breath stops, the mouth opens slightly, and he shudders... maybe for the last time.

Oops. Lassik backs up, not entirely sure what to do now. She sets Kail down, biting her lip enough to draw blood as she throws another glance towards the mole.

Zoe_Lang looks up at Kail's scream, "Get 'im away from 'ere, ya bloody -idiot-." Rawr. She looks back down at the mole, and to where the wound is being pressed. Honestly.. there's -not- much to be done at this point. Accept to bandage him up, which she begins to do, with Teko's help of lifting him - gently- when needed, to slip the bandage roll beneath him.

Kail, now set on the ground, wants to run to Rah...but he's with one of those scary injured beasts. Finally, following instinct, Kail darts away from the whole scene, wanting to hide somewhere...

Kevarr suddenly gives a tremendous shove and pull on her captured limbs, intending to elbow Jarril sharply in the solar plexus and break free. "Posco!"

Nagia rubs his neck, and approaches Zoe, tilting his hat up, and lifting his brows.  "Well, how many beasts were there?  Looks like a pawful, judging the number of wounded..."

Jarril not seeing the elbow from his blind side, gets winded completely from the blow and falls backwards, allowing Kevarr to break free while he's left to gasp for air.

Lassik continues to stare towards the mole. Her fists clench and she bites harder, causing a growing trickle of red liquid to to wet the fur underneath her lip. If one were to look closely, they would see this is an effort to prevent herself from bursting into tears.

Still.... still.... deadly still.... twitch. Kevarr's voice had floated to the dead mole's ears... well, he couldn't have been all dead. THe very tip of his pink nose, a quiver, a twitch... and then a snuffle. He was breathing again, thanks to the jill's yelp of his name. He had /something/ to fight for, anyways. He was almost gone, but still there. Moles were a tough breed, but it will be hard to pass this test.

Kevarr darts as fast as she is able, wobbling from her dizziness, and moves to circumvent the two healers. She's not going to push them away, or anything, but she wants to get to the mole. Both real and wooden paws reach for his shoulders.

Jarril gasps and frowns, cursing a few choice words himself about his blind spot and sits back up, rubbing his stomach area, coughing slightly.

For convenience, and the fact he's been roundly ignored, Rahier's request has been heeded by two of the other infirmary staff. Talek is hefted onto a stretcher, and carried back to the infirmary. Not that Rahier was too hopeful. Heh. Next target- Etow. The buck makes his way over to the other unconscious fox. ;p

Posco's mouth closes and he quivers, fighting for his life. It doesn't look good, but still. He's far too weak to talk now, his life falling like sand through an hour glass, though thats probably more time than he has. The mole must be listening, however, for he reacts to Kevarrs voice.

The bandaging is finally complete, and Teko is pushed out of the way in preference of herself for pressing on the now-bandaged wound. Pressure. Not bleeding is good. "C'mon, ya damn mole..." She does little more than glance up as Kev shows up at her side. "Don't shake 'im, Kev." She does, however, nod to one of the sacks. "There's a pouch in there - 'as a green mark on it. Take a smidge o' it 'n' put it on 'is tongue. It'll help with the pain."

Lassik gives a slight shudder and forces herself into action. She moves to Zoe's side. "Anythin' I can do to 'elp? Anythin' at all?" She speaks softly.

Jarril blinks, before getting back up onto his feet, murmuring about not seeing that one coming and also something about her having a hard elbow.  Looking around, the major keeps an eye on Kevarr from a distance anyways.

Kevarr wraps both arms gently around Posco's neck, planting her cheek against his cheek. Her lower body gives a shudder, but her upper body remains still according to Zoe's warning. And...uh...what? Green? Tongue? Oh. She turns, moving one arm to do as Zoe says, and put the stuff on Posco's tongue. Then she buries her face in his neck and...the idiot starts crying. Very quietly, so it isn't apparently to anyone not close, but there are tears mixing with the blood on her face.

Well, tears are all right, and to be expected. Zoe just continues the pressure, staring dully down at her now-bloody paws. Her gaze does, however, flick up at Lassik's question, at which point she shakes her head, silently, not wanting to disturb Kev or the suffering mole.

Lassik gives an equally silent nod, swallows deeply, and backs away, allowing them their moment. It's still taking her a good deal of willpower not to cry herself.

Snuffle snuffle. The long nose of the mole sniffs gently at the martens ear, his eyes crack open, as the green paste starts to take effect. The once shiny black pupils not have faded into a grey, the shine in his fur gone. But he's still alive, thanks to the affection of the marten. It was certainly something Posco would have never suspected Kevarr to do, save for her own family. "Kurr...vvv..." He groans, trying his best to make his tongue work... it was a lot heavier than he remembered it being.

Jarril begins to walk, or limp slightly from being kicked on the shin by Kevarr a short while back about the place, keeping his eyes on what has happened and keeping quiet while shaking his head, murmuring with a bit of sorrow in his voice.  "This isn't right for a place of peace."  Only those who are near him would hear those words.

Kevarr merely continues to cry, while she holds Posco. Her name is not responded to, at least verbally. "...I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Posco...I'm sorry..."

Strengh finds it's way to his digging claw one last time. The arm raises and the mole drapes it over the back to the marten. He leans his own cheek into Kevarrs, tears falling from his own eyes. The mole puts all he has into a small squeeze before the paw goes limp, still over the marten's back. His eyes close, and the light is lost.

Nagia watches this with crossed arms, shaking his head a little.  He steps near Posco and Kevarr, kneeling, and offering his paw to Kevarr's shoulder.

Kevarr draws in a deep, shuddering breath as she feels this, followed by the limpness. Her sobs are a little louder now, and her muzzle, near Posco's near invisible ear, whispers something that only he, if he was still hearing, could hear.

Jarril shakes his head slowly and lowers it, staring to the grass lying at his feet, not making a sound.  Biting his lip, the buck swallows and silently says a prayer.

Lassik is still standing quietly to the side. Still trying to be strong, but for whom?

At the rather obvious change in Posco and in Kev's sobs, Zoe sits back, on her haunches, resting bloodied paws on thighs. "'M sorry, Kev.." She lowers her gaze to the reddened grass around the body.

Kevarr swallows heavily. It takes a long time, but she finally manages a murmur, "...Nagia?"

Nagia rubs his cheek, examining the two still.  He looks severely frustrated at this point.  He lifts a paw to rub his left eye vigerously.  "Aye?"

Kevarr swallows again. "You...you and Sunrose...you decide what to do about those...those two foxes. I'm. I'm not...I can't...I won't be rational about this. If...if I have to face them. I can tell you what happened. But..."

Lassik almost lets out a hollow chuckle suddenly, but stifles it. It would come out as no more than a tiny grunt, audible to those nearby. How inadequate 'I'm sorry' seemed at the time... and yet, what else was there to say? She allows the numb feeling to come over her, because she's still playing strong... for whatever reasons.

Nagia nods.  "That's fine.  Why doncha explain things to me.  But whenever y'feel like it.."

Kevarr continues hugging Posco, regardless of her own wound, or the blood from his. Ee, she'll need another set of clothes after this. Her eyes are squeezed shut. "He...he just...I was talking. To Darklett. About the...about what happened last night. And he came in with Kail, and he didn't like...he had the same argument. We were being too strict, and all. And I explained to him, calmly, my reasoning, but he didn't like it. He started backing away, said he was going to get far away from me. But he still had Kail with him. So I told him he could leave, but he had to leave Kail here, because he wasn't being responsible...and..."

Arvasgalon strolls onto the scene, in his usual manner.  He waves to everybeast, but there isn't a smile on his face, "Hello...oh, my dear seasons!  What happened?" he says as he notices the injuries.

Zoe_Lang stands, taking a step back away from the scene. The sacks, the contents mostly unused, are grabbed up, and she backs a couple more steps before, head shaking, she turns, heading for the infirmary stairs. But instead of going up, she just deposits the sacks at the base of them. And off she goes towards the entrance. Rrr.

Nagia eyewidens a little.

Kevarr says, "...But he kept backing away. And there was this other fox. And. He tossed Kail to the other fox. Told him to run. The other fox drew his sword, and started running. So we chased after him."

Kevarr says, "I...I don't even know where Posco came in. The first fox, the one I was hitting, he drew his bow and started firing at us. He wounded Etow. I saw him nearly shoot Darklett. So I turned back around and tackled him. I think he might have shot me or something, I don't know. And...and...and I heard a lot of shouting...I don't even...I didn't even see Posco get hurt. I didn't even know he was here...""

Arvasgalon comes toward the jill, "Easy, miss.  Who did it?  Take it easily, now.  Where'd they take Kail?"

Jarril watches Zoe but decides to leave her alone for the time being, not sure if it would be wise to even go up and say something to her at the moment.  Looking away, he limps over to another place and sits down, then examines his leg, probing it with his fingers.

Kevarr suddenly releases a violent exhale. "Vermin! The damn piece of garbage bastard vermin! He wasn't even armed, he wasn't...he..."

Nagia nods slowly.  "... Alright.  Now.."  He looks up.  "I...saw Darklett take the fox into the abbey.  I'm goin' to talk to them now.  You just wait here..."  The squirrel stands, turning to the abbey.  He places a paw upon the pommel of his cutlass.  He grips it rather tightly, heading off at a brisk pace, before he slows down suddenly, looking down at his paw.  He shakily lowers it to the side, continuing on his way.

Shadowbow walks towards Kevarr again, resting his paw gently on her shoulder, "Calm down, what did they look like?"

Arvasgalon pats Kevarr's back gently, "Take it easy, miss Kevarr, easy.  Don't want to hurt yourself more than you already are."

Kevarr doesn't answer. She just continues crying quietly into Posco's fur.

Lassik remains silent, numerous thoughts running through her head. She's partially blaming herself. She should have been here and done something. And she partially just wants to break out and cry, or to just run away, and she's also chastising herself for being so weak, letting this get to herself and... it's all too much at once, so she shuts her mind down totally.

Shadowbow sees the distress on Lassiks face and rushes over, "Lassik, you alright?"

Silence. Then... "Should've been me instead o' 'im." Lassik's tone is grim, and her face is blank.

Arvasgalon walks away and lets out a roar of anger, "Grrrah!  Why does this have to happen?"  He starts pacing near the wall, his face full of anger.

Jarril finishes probing and gets back up again.  Giving his uniform a fix, he heads off himself.