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Ironfist's shop burns!
Yep, that fiend Asher sets fire to Ironfist's shop. Some fighting. Ironfist is crushed. He cries. Funny for a ferret, I admit. Then he wanders off for revenge...(in the next log)
Ruingate: Via Caspius
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This street has been paved neatly, though nothing else about it is neat. Trash and dirt has gathered in the corners of the street, at the curbs, and in the doorways of the many commercial buildings. Some are cleaner than others. Signs hanging above doorways or sitting outside depict the merchants' wares, inviting anybeast who has money burning a hole
in their pocket to come and take a look.
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[S]word [D]ancer's [G]uild -- Warden: Cathal Ruairc Auley
[I]ronfist's [W]eapons [S]tore -- Owner: Ironfist
[U]dat's [A]pothecary -- Owner: Udat
[C]hintz and [T]rinkets -- Owner: Clynt
[P]otter's [S]hop -- Owner: Echo
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Exits: Description:
[M]ain [S]quare Out to the Main Square of town.
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With:
[IC] (Shango) - Savant of Discord, Sword Dancer Extraordinaire!
[IC] Selen
[IC] Asher
[DYN] A maimed ferret bladesmith, (Ironfist)
[DYN] A fox with a few knives... (Swiftblade)
Asher slips toward the building that he knows is Ironfist's shop, the 'weasel' grinning from ear to ear. He has been waiting all week to do this, and with recent developments he's had with Ironfist, it makes things all the more enjoyable. Unwittingly, Ironfist had made himself a much larger target when he had started trouble with Asher, and little does he know that the 'weasel' is headed in his direction, ready to torch the ferret's shop upon hearing the signal from his hidden comrades. Upon reaching the shop, Asher presses himself back against the wall, hiding from any passersby, and just waiting...
Slickstream shouts "I'M -NEVER- GAMBLIN' AGAIN!" from Ruingate: Main Square
Shango exits the Guild Vestibule and stops just outside the doorway, glancing up and down the street. Some odd sound attracted him outside. His nose wrinkles. No otters in sight, but there's certainly a prevalent /smell/ of them. He draws his halberd before him and keeps a'sniffin.
Swiftblade is juggling his knives quietly on the side of the street, the knives glinting brightly in the sunlight as they spin and flip through the air. The fox is bored, having not received any money all day, and isn't playing any attention to anything. He whistles softly to himself.
Ironfist is inside his shop, blissful unaware of the evil otter waiting outside. He has his hind paws up on the table, and is (as always) sharpening a sword. The ferret is currently putting a shaving edge on the blade he manufactured to fit into a cane for the sake of being armed always.
Asher hears the signal, perhaps sooner than he had thought, and he nods his head determinedly. Removing the flint and tinder from his cloak, he crouches down near the building and begins to strike it near the flammable material that had been put there. After a few moments, small tendrils of smoke begin to curl up from the material...and some time after this, the fire starts. Asher tosses a bit more of the material onto the small flames, making them gradually begin to grow until they catch the building itself on fire. Slipping around to the other side, the 'weasel' begins to do the same, so that the fire would grow even faster..."Y'never shoulda said a word t'me, ferret..." he says under his breath, a grin upon his muzzle.
Shango's gaze falls upon a weasel setting fire to the Adept's smithy. His eyes widen. widen. Arson! His halberd clashes to the ground and both paws reach for daggers at his belt. Two are withdrawn, and he bolts through the open gate of the Guild Hall, heading across the street towards the beast at a rather quick pace.
Swiftblade drops a knife in his inattention and it cuts his footpaw slightly. The fox swears loudly, hopping up and down holding his injured paw. He finally picks up the knife and continues his juggling with a long-suffering sigh, though.
Inside the weaponshop, the ferret bladesmith tests the edge of his sword and grins wickedly. "I can't wait to find that filthy weasel..." mutters Ironfist. He sheathes the sword inside the mahogany cane and picks up a partially finished blade from the table and begins to wrap a new grip on it.
Asher glances up as he hears a noise, and he sees Shango presently rushing in his direction. "Oh, crap..." he mutters to himself. The fire, by now, is growing at a steady pace, smoke beginning to billow upwards into the sky. The 'weasel' quickly moves around to the other side of the building, to perhaps try and get something in between himself and the charging Shango, and he runs past the door, giving a quick knock upon it just because he can..."Ey, I left ya a present, Limpy!" he shouts...
Shango slows to a halt for just long enough to aim and hurl the first dagger at Asher's moving form. Again, be breaks into a charge for the Adept's shop, bellowing 'Fire'. He arrives at the door just as the fire consumes part of the outer wall and slams into it, throwing it open with enough force to nearly unhinge it. "Get out!"
Selen is being yanked forward with a rope around her neck that is pulled by a big marten; around her front paws there hangs a heavy chain. Then they arrive at the scene they see that the shop is starting to burn. As the marten sees the fire that starts to consume the shop. For a moment he for loosens his grip on the rope around the otters' neck. In this split second that this happens she pulls the rope out of his paws and whacks him on the head with the chain, knocking him unconscious. Then she pulls the rope of her neck. Then she runs to the arsonist as she yells to him “Hey, need any help?". As she arrives she lifts her chained paws to strike the chain at Shango's head.
What. The. Heck. Is going on... Trace walks down from the Regent's residence, her eyes widening at the sight of one of the buildings on fire. The ratmaid's jaw drops, slowly, but pointedly.. before she suddenly starts /screaming/ out orders. "GUARDS!!! PUT THIS FIRE OUT /NOW/!!! WHO IS OVER HERE!!??" ... Trace is spazzing.. and she grabs for her whip to make her way over toward.. whoever.. is doing this ;.;
Inside the shop, the maimed ferret scrambles over his work table and has the sword out before Shango gets through the door. Ironfist runs as best he can, almost falling over due to his smashed footpaw. He sees the fire and yells similarly to Trace. He gets away from the flames and looks around frantically for the cursed weasel...
Shango grabs hold of any sort of shield he can, hoping the smithy won't mind too much. He'll pay him back. The swinging chain is effectively blocked by a big tower shield. The tod snarls and charges for his new assailant - Selen.
Selen is slightly knocked of balance by the momentum of the heavy chain as is skids over the shield, doing no damage whatsoever. This leaves her unprepared for the charge of Shango as she is trying to regain her balance.
Asher manages to just barely avoid the thrown dagger by Shango, dodging to the side, and it goes sailing past him right in the direction of Swiftblade. "Ha, missed..." he mutters, beginning to flee in the direction of the square, his job done, as the fire is getting larger and larger by the moment as it begins to engulf the shop. He just wishes he could see the look on Ironfist's face...but he doesn't want to risk being killed just for that. He runs past Trace as she arrives, and obviously from the way he is running, he is the culprit...
Trace is so confused.. but the guards /are/ running over, in great numbers. Despite the fact that half of them are already on the other street. "OUT! Put the fire out!!" she screams at a few of them, pointing at the others and snarling, "Subdue /all/ of them!! I don't care who's innocent and who's not.. Bring them all down and we'll bloody sort them out later!!!!" Trace, despite the confusion, moves forward toward whoever is closest to her.. Take your pick, guys..! Though.. Asher.. is running. And Trace changes her mind, suddenly moving to dart after the weasel in a burst of speed. Her whip is in hand, ready to snap it at the culprit..
Shango slams towards Selen, hoping to completely knock her off her feet and onto the ground. He snarls again.
Swiftblade is only moderately concerned about the fire...Heck, he can plunder some knives from the wreckage. He figures it was just from the forge, no one in there right mind would set fire to the ferret's shop...Everyone knew he had high up connections. So the fox is juggling peacefully when Shango's dagger buries itself into his calf. "Aaaaah! Murder!" Swiftblade falls over, screaming and clutching his wounded leg. Two of the knives he was juggle clatter to the ground, but the last is ready to throw. The fox looks around frantically...
The fire is too high to put out now, and the entrance is now blocked by roaring flames. The bladesmith can't find the arsonist, so he stares at the rising flames with a tear in his eye before he shakes himself out of it. He looks between the fighting fox and sea otter and the wounded juggler. Ironfist heads towards the sea otter, sword raised and fire in his eyes as he slowly limps...
Selen has barely regained her balance after which she picks up a pawful of sand and a dagger that now lies on the ground. As she rises again to face her assailant she throws the sand at Shango's eyes and tries to pull the hopefully caught of guard Shango in the way of the of the now arriving Ironfist's sword.
Brac shouts "Hoy, mates! /Get to the Square/!" from Ruingate: Main Square
Asher glances back over his shoulder to see Trace beginning to chase after him. He curses to himself, his stupid cloak hampering his running somewhat. He attempts to shrug the cloak off of his shoulders as he runs, not really caring about revealing that he is an otter...by now, he'd be royally screwed if caught anyhow. As the cloak finally falls to the ground, his footpaws get tangled up in it, and he falls to the ground. "Ooof!" He quickly attempts to kick it off, stumbling back up to his footpaws again and attempting to run again at the same time...
Asher glances back over his shoulder to see Trace beginning to chase after him. He curses to himself, his stupid cloak hampering his running somewhat. He attempts to shrug the cloak off of his shoulders as he runs, not really caring about revealing that he is an otter...by now, he'd be royally screwed if caught anyhow. As the cloak finally falls to the ground, his footpaws get tangled up in it, and he falls to the ground. "Ooof!" He quickly attempts to kick it off, stumbling back up to his footpaws again and attempting to run again at the same time...
Triumph! "GET TO THE SQUARE!!" Trace shouts fiercely at the guards, as a group of them take off for there.. It's hard since half of them are /gone/ looking for Merdez!! Trace is not much of a fighter.. She's more of a commander of troops.. but as Asher goes down, the ratmaid takes her chance and dives to tackle the weasel to the ground as he gets uncaught in his cloak.
Shango's got a tower shield pretty much blocking all of his form, including his head! The sand is deflected off the shield, and the fox and shield slam into the Otter again.
Swiftblade is very unhappy. He tears the bloody dagger out with shaking paws and winces. He wraps a cloth around the wound and stands slowly on wobbly legs, still looking for the poor fool who ever hurt him...
Selen drops on her back on the ground due to the impact of Shango but as they collide she reaches out over the shield and get a hold of his shoulders to pull him along as she falls. Then she uses her back legs as pistons to push catapult Shango over her head. Then she gets up and run in the direction of the arsonist towards the main square.
Asher is tackled by Trace, and he struggles with her for a few moments. "Get offa me, ya stupid rat!" he hisses, slamming his paw downwards towards her head, and at the same time kicking at her with a footpaw. He thinks for a moment, then he reaches his paw down for his shortsword, which he had hidden under the cloak. Drawing it, he stabs it downwards, not sure where exactly, he just knows he has a good chance of hitting his assailant...
"GO TO THE SQUARE!" Trace shouts again, to the other random mingling troops. She can take care of /this/ moron.. The ratmaid, though, feels the kick thunk into her, and she grunts in pain.. She is /so/ not made for fighting.. >.< .. In an afterthought, Trace tries to keep Asher pinned as she grabs for her own short dagger to slam it toward his shoulder. Of course, this is at about the same time as Asher's sword stabs into her side.. Trace's features pale suddenly, as she gasps at the red-hot pain .. She's still trying to hold Asher down.. but her concentration is quickly being diverted o.o
Shango's got a tower shield pretty much blocking all of his form, including his head! The sand is deflected off the shield, and the fox and shield slam into the Otter again.
Swiftblade is very unhappy. He tears the bloody dagger out with shaking paws and winces. He wraps a cloth around the wound and stands slowly on wobbly legs, still looking for the poor fool who ever hurt him...
Brac shouts "Asher! The rest o' ye! Get 'ere -now-!" from Ruingate: Main Square
Ironfist circles the fighting pair and tries to get behind the sea otter to incapacitate her. He is breathing hard and looking fairly insane over the loss of his shop.
Selen drops on her back on the ground due to the impact of Shango but as they collide she reaches out over the shield and get a hold of his shoulders to pull him along as she falls. Then she uses her back legs as pistons to push catapult Shango over her head. Then she gets up and run in the direction of the arsonist towards the main square.
Asher is tackled by Trace, and he struggles with her for a few moments. "Get offa me, ya stupid rat!" he hisses, slamming his paw downwards towards her head, and at the same time kicking at her with a footpaw. He thinks for a moment, then he reaches his paw down for his shortsword, which he had hidden under the cloak. Drawing it, he stabs it downwards, not sure where exactly, he just knows he has a good chance of hitting his assailant...
"GO TO THE SQUARE!" Trace shouts again, to the other random mingling troops. She can take care of /this/ moron.. The ratmaid, though, feels the kick thunk into her, and she grunts in pain.. She is /so/ not made for fighting.. >.< .. In an afterthought, Trace tries to keep Asher pinned as she grabs for her own short dagger to slam it toward his shoulder. Of course, this is at about the same time as Asher's sword stabs into her side.. Trace's features pale suddenly, as she gasps at the red-hot pain .. She's still trying to hold Asher down.. but her concentration is quickly being diverted o.o
Ironfist swipes at the otter, but is far too slow. The ferret swears and throws his sword to the ground as the sea otter escapes. He falls into a heap and weeps, staring at the burning remains of his precious shop. The smoke is getting rather thick on the street, but the bladesmith ignores it.
Shango huffs as he's rolled over the Sea Otter. He discards the shield and gets to his feet, his other dagger still in paw. He takes after Selen, quickly closing the gap between the Sea Ottermaid and himself.
Brac shouts "Retreat! To the gates, mates!" from Ruingate: Main Square
Asher wriggles out from beneath Trace as his sword finds a target, kicking her off of him finally. "Don't mess with a sea otter, rat...!" Seeing that the others are occupied, Asher makes it back up to his footpaws, and flees for the square...
Swiftblade limps towards Trace and Asher, the bloody dagger in one paw and a nasty looking hook-tipped one in the other. He doesn't care who he attacks, he wants to kill some beast!
Trace falls back against the ground, gasping, as she clutches her bleeding side. The ratmaid looks to have paled quite a few shades, and is halfway oblivious to the fact that Asher is running. Trace has never been /stabbed/ before.. and she's spazzing.
Asher growls as he sees Swiftblade coming towards him, "Sonofa..." he curses, hoping that he is faster than the injured fox...he knows if he doesn't get to the gates, he'd probably be left behind.
Selen arrives at Asher and Trace and she sees the limping Swiftblade with the daggers as she tries to knock the already limping Swiftblade over as she runs topspeed to the square.
Swiftblade hears the pounding foot falls behind him and tries to leap to the side, but the fox falls over on his wounded leg with a scream. However, the juggler hurls the hook-tipped knife at the running otter as she passes before he hits the cobblestone.
Asher heads for the center of town.
Asher has left.
Selen keeps running at breakneck speed to the main square but winches in pain as the dagger grazes her left arm.
Selen heads for the center of town.
Selen has left.
Trace lays there on the cobblestone, looking about ready to pass out as she shivers violently. .. Yes. Hail your Guard Captain!! o.X
Shango sighs and slows to a jog as Selen grows long out of range. He stops nearby Trace and, glancing about, sets his gaze upon the injured rat. The fox frowns and thrusts his remaining dagger back into his belt. "Guard Captain.." Some light comes on, and he blinks. "Mistress Trace? Savant Shango of the Sword Dancers at your service, m'Lady. Can I do anything for you?"
Trace looks to be half in shock, as she clings tightly to her side. The Commander turns, slightly, to look back at Shango.. though she's bleeding a lot and she's likely going to bleed to /death/ if no one gets her medical help >.> .. ".. Don't.. let them get .. /away/.." she chokes out, before shivering again and falling back against the cobblestone with a look of pain on her features.
Swiftblade is only semi conscious, and bleeding pretty well, too, after the jarring from trying to get to Asher and then getting pushed over. The fox holds the bloody dagger in front of his face and mutters "I shall slay the owner of this blade, he will scream for mercy..." He lets his head loll back on the pavement and groans.
Shango's eyes narrow. "Commander, your Guards have taken good control of the situation. There are at least a score at the gates and around the square now. /You/ need to stop bleeding, else you not live to command another day!" He carefully sidles around her and rips a long strip from his cloak. He's in need of a new one anyway. Kneeling by her injured side, his brow furrows. "Please, m'Lady, you'll bleed to death.."
Trace lets out another violent shiver, almost feeling her stomach churn, as she tips onto her good side to curl up in a semi fetal-position. This is why Trace should never fight >.> There's a long pause, where she tries to regain her composure.. and her voice finally speaks, weakly, but with a hint of command still, "... do as you must."
Ironfist finally stands up, gathering the sword and limping towards the main square. Maybe the otter didn't escape yet...
Ironfist heads for the center of town.
>> The scarred ferret limps out...
Ironfist has left.
Shango nods his head and solemnly goes about wiping the majority of the blood from Trace's side. The bloodied strip of cloth is discarded, and the tod rips a second one, using it as a very temporary bandage. He's back on his feet, then, stooping to slip his strong arms beneath her. Slowly, he straightens, lifting Trace from the ground with as little jarring as possible. Then, Shango makes his way back towards the Guild Hall.
Trace passes out as soon as Shango picks her up.. Just.. because she's not used to blood. Or stabbing. On herself. At ALL. >.< Ugh.
Shango goes home.
Shango has left.
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This street has been paved neatly, though nothing else about it is neat. Trash and dirt has gathered in the corners of the street, at the curbs, and in the doorways of the many commercial buildings. Some are cleaner than others. Signs hanging above doorways or sitting outside depict the merchants' wares, inviting anybeast who has money burning a hole
in their pocket to come and take a look.
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[S]word [D]ancer's [G]uild -- Warden: Cathal Ruairc Auley
[I]ronfist's [W]eapons [S]tore -- Owner: Ironfist
[U]dat's [A]pothecary -- Owner: Udat
[C]hintz and [T]rinkets -- Owner: Clynt
[P]otter's [S]hop -- Owner: Echo
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Exits: Description:
[M]ain [S]quare Out to the Main Square of town.
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With:
[IC] (Shango) - Savant of Discord, Sword Dancer Extraordinaire!
[IC] Selen
[IC] Asher
[DYN] A maimed ferret bladesmith, (Ironfist)
[DYN] A fox with a few knives... (Swiftblade)
Asher slips toward the building that he knows is Ironfist's shop, the 'weasel' grinning from ear to ear. He has been waiting all week to do this, and with recent developments he's had with Ironfist, it makes things all the more enjoyable. Unwittingly, Ironfist had made himself a much larger target when he had started trouble with Asher, and little does he know that the 'weasel' is headed in his direction, ready to torch the ferret's shop upon hearing the signal from his hidden comrades. Upon reaching the shop, Asher presses himself back against the wall, hiding from any passersby, and just waiting...
Slickstream shouts "I'M -NEVER- GAMBLIN' AGAIN!" from Ruingate: Main Square
Shango exits the Guild Vestibule and stops just outside the doorway, glancing up and down the street. Some odd sound attracted him outside. His nose wrinkles. No otters in sight, but there's certainly a prevalent /smell/ of them. He draws his halberd before him and keeps a'sniffin.
Swiftblade is juggling his knives quietly on the side of the street, the knives glinting brightly in the sunlight as they spin and flip through the air. The fox is bored, having not received any money all day, and isn't playing any attention to anything. He whistles softly to himself.
Ironfist is inside his shop, blissful unaware of the evil otter waiting outside. He has his hind paws up on the table, and is (as always) sharpening a sword. The ferret is currently putting a shaving edge on the blade he manufactured to fit into a cane for the sake of being armed always.
Asher hears the signal, perhaps sooner than he had thought, and he nods his head determinedly. Removing the flint and tinder from his cloak, he crouches down near the building and begins to strike it near the flammable material that had been put there. After a few moments, small tendrils of smoke begin to curl up from the material...and some time after this, the fire starts. Asher tosses a bit more of the material onto the small flames, making them gradually begin to grow until they catch the building itself on fire. Slipping around to the other side, the 'weasel' begins to do the same, so that the fire would grow even faster..."Y'never shoulda said a word t'me, ferret..." he says under his breath, a grin upon his muzzle.
Shango's gaze falls upon a weasel setting fire to the Adept's smithy. His eyes widen. widen. Arson! His halberd clashes to the ground and both paws reach for daggers at his belt. Two are withdrawn, and he bolts through the open gate of the Guild Hall, heading across the street towards the beast at a rather quick pace.
Swiftblade drops a knife in his inattention and it cuts his footpaw slightly. The fox swears loudly, hopping up and down holding his injured paw. He finally picks up the knife and continues his juggling with a long-suffering sigh, though.
Inside the weaponshop, the ferret bladesmith tests the edge of his sword and grins wickedly. "I can't wait to find that filthy weasel..." mutters Ironfist. He sheathes the sword inside the mahogany cane and picks up a partially finished blade from the table and begins to wrap a new grip on it.
Asher glances up as he hears a noise, and he sees Shango presently rushing in his direction. "Oh, crap..." he mutters to himself. The fire, by now, is growing at a steady pace, smoke beginning to billow upwards into the sky. The 'weasel' quickly moves around to the other side of the building, to perhaps try and get something in between himself and the charging Shango, and he runs past the door, giving a quick knock upon it just because he can..."Ey, I left ya a present, Limpy!" he shouts...
Shango slows to a halt for just long enough to aim and hurl the first dagger at Asher's moving form. Again, be breaks into a charge for the Adept's shop, bellowing 'Fire'. He arrives at the door just as the fire consumes part of the outer wall and slams into it, throwing it open with enough force to nearly unhinge it. "Get out!"
Selen is being yanked forward with a rope around her neck that is pulled by a big marten; around her front paws there hangs a heavy chain. Then they arrive at the scene they see that the shop is starting to burn. As the marten sees the fire that starts to consume the shop. For a moment he for loosens his grip on the rope around the otters' neck. In this split second that this happens she pulls the rope out of his paws and whacks him on the head with the chain, knocking him unconscious. Then she pulls the rope of her neck. Then she runs to the arsonist as she yells to him “Hey, need any help?". As she arrives she lifts her chained paws to strike the chain at Shango's head.
What. The. Heck. Is going on... Trace walks down from the Regent's residence, her eyes widening at the sight of one of the buildings on fire. The ratmaid's jaw drops, slowly, but pointedly.. before she suddenly starts /screaming/ out orders. "GUARDS!!! PUT THIS FIRE OUT /NOW/!!! WHO IS OVER HERE!!??" ... Trace is spazzing.. and she grabs for her whip to make her way over toward.. whoever.. is doing this ;.;
Inside the shop, the maimed ferret scrambles over his work table and has the sword out before Shango gets through the door. Ironfist runs as best he can, almost falling over due to his smashed footpaw. He sees the fire and yells similarly to Trace. He gets away from the flames and looks around frantically for the cursed weasel...
Shango grabs hold of any sort of shield he can, hoping the smithy won't mind too much. He'll pay him back. The swinging chain is effectively blocked by a big tower shield. The tod snarls and charges for his new assailant - Selen.
Selen is slightly knocked of balance by the momentum of the heavy chain as is skids over the shield, doing no damage whatsoever. This leaves her unprepared for the charge of Shango as she is trying to regain her balance.
Asher manages to just barely avoid the thrown dagger by Shango, dodging to the side, and it goes sailing past him right in the direction of Swiftblade. "Ha, missed..." he mutters, beginning to flee in the direction of the square, his job done, as the fire is getting larger and larger by the moment as it begins to engulf the shop. He just wishes he could see the look on Ironfist's face...but he doesn't want to risk being killed just for that. He runs past Trace as she arrives, and obviously from the way he is running, he is the culprit...
Trace is so confused.. but the guards /are/ running over, in great numbers. Despite the fact that half of them are already on the other street. "OUT! Put the fire out!!" she screams at a few of them, pointing at the others and snarling, "Subdue /all/ of them!! I don't care who's innocent and who's not.. Bring them all down and we'll bloody sort them out later!!!!" Trace, despite the confusion, moves forward toward whoever is closest to her.. Take your pick, guys..! Though.. Asher.. is running. And Trace changes her mind, suddenly moving to dart after the weasel in a burst of speed. Her whip is in hand, ready to snap it at the culprit..
Shango slams towards Selen, hoping to completely knock her off her feet and onto the ground. He snarls again.
Swiftblade is only moderately concerned about the fire...Heck, he can plunder some knives from the wreckage. He figures it was just from the forge, no one in there right mind would set fire to the ferret's shop...Everyone knew he had high up connections. So the fox is juggling peacefully when Shango's dagger buries itself into his calf. "Aaaaah! Murder!" Swiftblade falls over, screaming and clutching his wounded leg. Two of the knives he was juggle clatter to the ground, but the last is ready to throw. The fox looks around frantically...
The fire is too high to put out now, and the entrance is now blocked by roaring flames. The bladesmith can't find the arsonist, so he stares at the rising flames with a tear in his eye before he shakes himself out of it. He looks between the fighting fox and sea otter and the wounded juggler. Ironfist heads towards the sea otter, sword raised and fire in his eyes as he slowly limps...
Selen has barely regained her balance after which she picks up a pawful of sand and a dagger that now lies on the ground. As she rises again to face her assailant she throws the sand at Shango's eyes and tries to pull the hopefully caught of guard Shango in the way of the of the now arriving Ironfist's sword.
Brac shouts "Hoy, mates! /Get to the Square/!" from Ruingate: Main Square
Asher glances back over his shoulder to see Trace beginning to chase after him. He curses to himself, his stupid cloak hampering his running somewhat. He attempts to shrug the cloak off of his shoulders as he runs, not really caring about revealing that he is an otter...by now, he'd be royally screwed if caught anyhow. As the cloak finally falls to the ground, his footpaws get tangled up in it, and he falls to the ground. "Ooof!" He quickly attempts to kick it off, stumbling back up to his footpaws again and attempting to run again at the same time...
Asher glances back over his shoulder to see Trace beginning to chase after him. He curses to himself, his stupid cloak hampering his running somewhat. He attempts to shrug the cloak off of his shoulders as he runs, not really caring about revealing that he is an otter...by now, he'd be royally screwed if caught anyhow. As the cloak finally falls to the ground, his footpaws get tangled up in it, and he falls to the ground. "Ooof!" He quickly attempts to kick it off, stumbling back up to his footpaws again and attempting to run again at the same time...
Triumph! "GET TO THE SQUARE!!" Trace shouts fiercely at the guards, as a group of them take off for there.. It's hard since half of them are /gone/ looking for Merdez!! Trace is not much of a fighter.. She's more of a commander of troops.. but as Asher goes down, the ratmaid takes her chance and dives to tackle the weasel to the ground as he gets uncaught in his cloak.
Shango's got a tower shield pretty much blocking all of his form, including his head! The sand is deflected off the shield, and the fox and shield slam into the Otter again.
Swiftblade is very unhappy. He tears the bloody dagger out with shaking paws and winces. He wraps a cloth around the wound and stands slowly on wobbly legs, still looking for the poor fool who ever hurt him...
Selen drops on her back on the ground due to the impact of Shango but as they collide she reaches out over the shield and get a hold of his shoulders to pull him along as she falls. Then she uses her back legs as pistons to push catapult Shango over her head. Then she gets up and run in the direction of the arsonist towards the main square.
Asher is tackled by Trace, and he struggles with her for a few moments. "Get offa me, ya stupid rat!" he hisses, slamming his paw downwards towards her head, and at the same time kicking at her with a footpaw. He thinks for a moment, then he reaches his paw down for his shortsword, which he had hidden under the cloak. Drawing it, he stabs it downwards, not sure where exactly, he just knows he has a good chance of hitting his assailant...
"GO TO THE SQUARE!" Trace shouts again, to the other random mingling troops. She can take care of /this/ moron.. The ratmaid, though, feels the kick thunk into her, and she grunts in pain.. She is /so/ not made for fighting.. >.< .. In an afterthought, Trace tries to keep Asher pinned as she grabs for her own short dagger to slam it toward his shoulder. Of course, this is at about the same time as Asher's sword stabs into her side.. Trace's features pale suddenly, as she gasps at the red-hot pain .. She's still trying to hold Asher down.. but her concentration is quickly being diverted o.o
Shango's got a tower shield pretty much blocking all of his form, including his head! The sand is deflected off the shield, and the fox and shield slam into the Otter again.
Swiftblade is very unhappy. He tears the bloody dagger out with shaking paws and winces. He wraps a cloth around the wound and stands slowly on wobbly legs, still looking for the poor fool who ever hurt him...
Brac shouts "Asher! The rest o' ye! Get 'ere -now-!" from Ruingate: Main Square
Ironfist circles the fighting pair and tries to get behind the sea otter to incapacitate her. He is breathing hard and looking fairly insane over the loss of his shop.
Selen drops on her back on the ground due to the impact of Shango but as they collide she reaches out over the shield and get a hold of his shoulders to pull him along as she falls. Then she uses her back legs as pistons to push catapult Shango over her head. Then she gets up and run in the direction of the arsonist towards the main square.
Asher is tackled by Trace, and he struggles with her for a few moments. "Get offa me, ya stupid rat!" he hisses, slamming his paw downwards towards her head, and at the same time kicking at her with a footpaw. He thinks for a moment, then he reaches his paw down for his shortsword, which he had hidden under the cloak. Drawing it, he stabs it downwards, not sure where exactly, he just knows he has a good chance of hitting his assailant...
"GO TO THE SQUARE!" Trace shouts again, to the other random mingling troops. She can take care of /this/ moron.. The ratmaid, though, feels the kick thunk into her, and she grunts in pain.. She is /so/ not made for fighting.. >.< .. In an afterthought, Trace tries to keep Asher pinned as she grabs for her own short dagger to slam it toward his shoulder. Of course, this is at about the same time as Asher's sword stabs into her side.. Trace's features pale suddenly, as she gasps at the red-hot pain .. She's still trying to hold Asher down.. but her concentration is quickly being diverted o.o
Ironfist swipes at the otter, but is far too slow. The ferret swears and throws his sword to the ground as the sea otter escapes. He falls into a heap and weeps, staring at the burning remains of his precious shop. The smoke is getting rather thick on the street, but the bladesmith ignores it.
Shango huffs as he's rolled over the Sea Otter. He discards the shield and gets to his feet, his other dagger still in paw. He takes after Selen, quickly closing the gap between the Sea Ottermaid and himself.
Brac shouts "Retreat! To the gates, mates!" from Ruingate: Main Square
Asher wriggles out from beneath Trace as his sword finds a target, kicking her off of him finally. "Don't mess with a sea otter, rat...!" Seeing that the others are occupied, Asher makes it back up to his footpaws, and flees for the square...
Swiftblade limps towards Trace and Asher, the bloody dagger in one paw and a nasty looking hook-tipped one in the other. He doesn't care who he attacks, he wants to kill some beast!
Trace falls back against the ground, gasping, as she clutches her bleeding side. The ratmaid looks to have paled quite a few shades, and is halfway oblivious to the fact that Asher is running. Trace has never been /stabbed/ before.. and she's spazzing.
Asher growls as he sees Swiftblade coming towards him, "Sonofa..." he curses, hoping that he is faster than the injured fox...he knows if he doesn't get to the gates, he'd probably be left behind.
Selen arrives at Asher and Trace and she sees the limping Swiftblade with the daggers as she tries to knock the already limping Swiftblade over as she runs topspeed to the square.
Swiftblade hears the pounding foot falls behind him and tries to leap to the side, but the fox falls over on his wounded leg with a scream. However, the juggler hurls the hook-tipped knife at the running otter as she passes before he hits the cobblestone.
Asher heads for the center of town.
Asher has left.
Selen keeps running at breakneck speed to the main square but winches in pain as the dagger grazes her left arm.
Selen heads for the center of town.
Selen has left.
Trace lays there on the cobblestone, looking about ready to pass out as she shivers violently. .. Yes. Hail your Guard Captain!! o.X
Shango sighs and slows to a jog as Selen grows long out of range. He stops nearby Trace and, glancing about, sets his gaze upon the injured rat. The fox frowns and thrusts his remaining dagger back into his belt. "Guard Captain.." Some light comes on, and he blinks. "Mistress Trace? Savant Shango of the Sword Dancers at your service, m'Lady. Can I do anything for you?"
Trace looks to be half in shock, as she clings tightly to her side. The Commander turns, slightly, to look back at Shango.. though she's bleeding a lot and she's likely going to bleed to /death/ if no one gets her medical help >.> .. ".. Don't.. let them get .. /away/.." she chokes out, before shivering again and falling back against the cobblestone with a look of pain on her features.
Swiftblade is only semi conscious, and bleeding pretty well, too, after the jarring from trying to get to Asher and then getting pushed over. The fox holds the bloody dagger in front of his face and mutters "I shall slay the owner of this blade, he will scream for mercy..." He lets his head loll back on the pavement and groans.
Shango's eyes narrow. "Commander, your Guards have taken good control of the situation. There are at least a score at the gates and around the square now. /You/ need to stop bleeding, else you not live to command another day!" He carefully sidles around her and rips a long strip from his cloak. He's in need of a new one anyway. Kneeling by her injured side, his brow furrows. "Please, m'Lady, you'll bleed to death.."
Trace lets out another violent shiver, almost feeling her stomach churn, as she tips onto her good side to curl up in a semi fetal-position. This is why Trace should never fight >.> There's a long pause, where she tries to regain her composure.. and her voice finally speaks, weakly, but with a hint of command still, "... do as you must."
Ironfist finally stands up, gathering the sword and limping towards the main square. Maybe the otter didn't escape yet...
Ironfist heads for the center of town.
>> The scarred ferret limps out...
Ironfist has left.
Shango nods his head and solemnly goes about wiping the majority of the blood from Trace's side. The bloodied strip of cloth is discarded, and the tod rips a second one, using it as a very temporary bandage. He's back on his feet, then, stooping to slip his strong arms beneath her. Slowly, he straightens, lifting Trace from the ground with as little jarring as possible. Then, Shango makes his way back towards the Guild Hall.
Trace passes out as soon as Shango picks her up.. Just.. because she's not used to blood. Or stabbing. On herself. At ALL. >.< Ugh.
Shango goes home.
Shango has left.
