Northpaw and Darklett are the only characters in this RP.


Northpaw is neeling down, cleaning the dishes. His sleeves are rolled up, and his paws are pruny. Right now if tried to speak to him, he would probably get your head snaped off. The same bloody rotine, get a bowl, wash in the bucket of soapy water, scrub, rinse chuck aside to dry. Wash, scrub, rinse, chuck aside. Ahhh,it never ends! His swords are no where to be found on him, but if you looked next to his makeshift bed, thats a different story. Wash, scrub, rinse, chuck.

Still rather amused at NOT having to do dishes EVER AGAIN if he doesn't want to (until he screws up again), Darklett watches North scrubbing away at dishes, a rather cheeky smirk adorning his features. "Mm. Dishes. Terrible, aren't they? Heheh..."

FUTFUTFUT. A bowl comes flying right at Darklett's nose. "Damn right! Bloody dishes! Bloody Major! Bloody patrol! Bloody Beach!". Wash, crub, rinse, chuck at Darklett's nose!

FutfutfutBONK. "Owch!" Darklett rubs his nose, squinting at Northpaw, trying to be menacing, but he's on the brink of laughter. "Heyhey! We've got a turncoat here!" He shouts, with a grin, around the temporary encampment.

Northpaw finsihes the dishes, sighing in releif. He gets up, wiping off his knees and walks over to Darklett. He winces, and lifts up his right footpaw. Ouch, a sharp shell made a cut in his footpad. He looks around, "Any healers here? Come on old chaps, I'm sorry I threw a bucket of dirty water at you, wot!".

Darklett snorts. "Northpaw, you're soundin' like a helpless leveret. It's just a cut." He throws his thumb over his shoulder towards the ocean. "Just dip it in
there for a while, and you'll be fine. Of course, those healers are mighty fine chaps, might wanna make up with them sometime, anyway."

Northpaw walks down to the ocean, and walks into the cold water. Brr. Oh well, his footpad feel good now. He stands there, up to his ankles in saltwater. As he heals his footpaw, he sees something out of the corner of his eye. A group of vermin, 4 of em'! "Darklett, get me my swords will you? And bring yours.".

Darklett perks his ears as he looks over his shoulder. "Hmm? I don't feel like sparring now, North... Hrmph. Alright, where are they?" He gets up with a sigh. "
Ah, nevermind, I see them." He goes over and picks them up from beside the bed,and heads out to the ocean, padding into the shallows and handing them to the other hare. "Here you..." He spots the vermin, and goes quiet. "...Go."

Northpaw reaches out and gets his sabres. He puts the belts around his shoulders pretty quickly. He then draws his swords one at a time, first the right one, and then the left. He puts the ends of the hilts together, and screws them together, forming his sabrestaff. Holding it in his right paw he stands his ground. He whispers to Darklett, "Should we should take em, y' think? I think we could, wot!".

Darklett frowns, surveying the four rats walking downshore. "...Nah. Maybe they'll just walk past. Don't start anything until they do." Nonetheless, Darklett pl
aces two paws on his belt, each on one throwing knife. His belt is noticeably without his rapiers, as they'd just be awkward on a patrol like this one.

Northpaw looks at Darklett, and raises a eyebrow at his sword...less...ness. Nevermind, XD. "Where are your swords? Oh nevermind, here.". He unscrews his sabrestaff and offers Darklett one of his sabres.

Darklett shakes his head. "You apparently doubt my abilities, Northpaw." With imminent danger, Darklet
t seems to have lost his lackadaisical light-heartedness, his face turned grim. "Take your sword back, I don't need it. Just try not to get between me and the enemy..." He watches the rats downshore. "Just make sure they attack us first."

The group of vermin come walking up, closer to the camp. One has a spear, another a sword, and the two others have long daggers. The're close enough for the hares to see they're armed.

Northpaw brings the sword back to himself, and re-screws them together. Again he holds it in his right paw. He jerks his head towards the vermin. "Lets see what they want, Darky". He starts walking towards them. Where are the oficers when you need them? "What d' y' want here, y' ragtag group o' vermin.".

The sword-carring rat, semmingly the leader says, "I want your stuff. So do me mates! So hand it over.". 4 aginst 2, very good odds for him.

Darklett keeps his paws resting on his throwing knives as he follows Northpaw, standing right beside him. "Well, there's a problem there, rat." He smirks. "It seems -I- want my stuff, too. Too bad. Now just hurry along, you hear?"

Northpaw smiles at Darklett's jest. He thumbs his nose childishly at the vermin. But keeping his seriousness, also, he waves his paw, in a symbol of 'Run off now children'. "Unless y' want t' face two of the best fighters in Salamandastron.". Adding to the comments aginst the rats.

The leader scowls. "No one talks to me like that! Come on, me buckos!". The rats charge at the two hares.

Darklett coughs. "I think this counts as attacking us first." Quick as his sentence ends, the two throwing knives he'd been pawing at are flung into the air, bo
th thrown at one of the rats with the long daggers.

One of the rats carring a long dagger screams as the daggers hit home. One in his chest, the other in his stomach.

Northpaw charges fowards, yelling, "Euliliaaaaaaaa! 'S death on the wind!". His sabrestaff flashes as he relieves the other rat with the dagger, of his head. He heads for the rat with the spear. "Give em blood n vinegar, Darky!".

The leader runs towards Darklett, brandishing his sword. Hes snarling, and drooling. Gross.

His paws already gripping two of the throwing knives in his belt, Darklett prepares to throw them, but sees the leader's closing in on him quick... Instead of throwing the knives, he counter-charges the leader and ducks at the last second, betting on him going for a high strike, thrusting both of the weapons upwards towards the rat's stomach.

The leader takes the daggers into his stomach, but in a dieing movement, brings down his sword.

Northpaw yells as he meets the rat with the spear. The rat thrusts at him with his spear. But Northpaw jumps aside, slashing down, cleaving the spear haft in ha
lf. The rat looks at Northpaw, scared. Northpaw says, "Give no quarter.". He thrusts his sabrestaff at the rat, taking him in the chest. The rat dies instantly.

As soon as the daggers take their place in their target, Darklett leaps forward and tackles the dying rat, placing himself face to face with him, also too close for the sword's range to do any damage. Once he lands on the ground, he wastes no time in getting up and stands up to charge, charged with adrenalin, only to find, somewhat disappointed, that there are no more left.".

Northpaw walks over to his bed, and slumps down. He throws his swords aside, and lays down for rest. He puts an arm over his eyes to shield out the light still left from the day.

Darklett goes about the task of recollecting his daggers, wordlessly dragging the corpses out to sea. Well, almost wordlessly. "Idiots, thinking they could just charge in there and take my weapons. Hah! Insulted, that's what I am..."

Northpaw smiles, and says, "Ah, well Darklett. They're gone now.". He closes hiseyes and tries to fall asleep. And he does it. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.