Wonder if That's Covered By His Health Insurance...?

Stealth is Darklett's primary objective, here. His dark fur helps him with this, and what appears to be some dark clothing he found in one of the Halyard homes replaces his uniform for the moment. This makes the hare a very very hard to see beast. So, his eyes squint into the camp of the opposing force in Halyard, the Lieutenant making mental notes of the activity... Well, the lack thereof, on their side of the camp.

Vansinnig leans against a building, the overhanging roof shadowing him. Snuffling a bit, the chain links clink a bit. "Hmm, I c'n smell ya, hopper. Nice bit wi' the quiet though."

Darklett's ears flick at the voice, and the hare straightens. Turning to face the badger, he grits his teeth together to ward off the initial shock of being discovered, then murmurs out, "Vansinnig Mordare. Wonderful evening, isn't it?"

Vansinnig grins, stepping out of the shadows. "Nice an cool. Think there's a breeze from th' sea tonight."

Darklett's paw lowers to his rapier hilt. "Just move out of the way, then. Don't feel like ruining the sea air with the stench of badger blood."

Vansinnig chuckles, the chains slipping into his hand, link by metal link. "Yer awfully cocky, aint'cha hopper. At least ya got guts. Not like 'at Major a yourn."

Darklett's rapier comes out of its sheath, a little. "You badgers are just all over yourselves, aren't you? What with the oaths on your lives as a badger or... whatever in Hellsgates it was that saved your hide the first time."

Vansinnig cracks his neck a bit. The chain continues to slip. "Ain'tcha hares supposed ta worship badgers, r somethin?"

"I try not to let what I'm supposed to do get in the way of whatever needs to be done." The rapier is completely out of the sheath, but not raised. "There's a better time and place for this."

Vansinnig slowly clips the blade to one end of the chain and the spiked weight to the other. "Ah, a duty driven hopper, eh? Noble, really noble." He chuckles. "Ya intend on ticklin' me wit' that knife a yourn?"

Darklett watches the weapon assemble. "Tickle you to death, Mordare." He prepares himself, getting into a low, bobbing fencing stance, ready for quick action, holding his rapier out steadily. "Last chance. There is a better time and place."

Vansinnig begins swinging the blade. "Like when, eh? No better time then th' present, hopper." He grins, his smile glistening in the moonlight. "Ne'er put off tomorrow what ya can do taday."

Darklett studies the weapon's movements, then turns his eyes back to Vansinnig, taking a few steps forward. Apparently, he's done with the small talk.

Vansinnig barks a harsh laugh before flicking the blade at blurring speed towards Dark. "C'mon, ya cheeky hopper. Let's see if'n yer insides enjoy a spot a moonlight."

In the low light, Darklett can really only judge the movement of the weapon by Vansinnig's movements. He dodges as quickly as possible, twisting his body to the side to let it fly past him, and then dashes inward, charging to get in close, feinting a thrust up towards the badger's chest, then redirecting the point towards his stomach.

Vansinnig grunts and bends his torso inwards, bringing the spiked weight at an angle towards the bottom of Dark's right arm while twisting to get away from the rapier. "Nicely executed. Try this though."

Darklett doesn't see the spiked weight coming around, and is struck in the forearm by the weight... Luckily enough, he was hit by the sides of two spikes rather than the tip of one, and the strike merely bangs his arm forcibly, making the hare drop his rapier. Doing his best to ignore that pain, the hare quickly sidesteps and leans over, scooping up his rapier and trying to lunge forward for the badger's side in one fluid motion.

Vansinnig grunts, arching his back hard, getting only a shallow cut as he twists the chain so that it whips around him, blade first. "C'mon, lad. Y'gotta do better 'n 'at."

Darklett can predict the blade's movement towards him, and hits the ground in a crouch almost before the badger sends it his way. The rapier is brought back, only to make another jab at the badger's side, at an angle.

Vansinnig is stabbed, but once again, he twists, receiving a shallow wound because of coarse fur and thick skin. "Ngh," he grunts, before twisting savagely away from the blade and into a flailing tornado of spikes and edges.

Darklett recoils the blade to strike again, but at the quick counterattack, he's forced to parry, his eyes moving towards the blade, and ducking, but as he does this, he takes a savage blow to the side by the spiked ball end, one of the spikes sticking into his side, and the force of the ball cracking his bottom rib. "Augh!" Darklett sputters out, regaining himself only to barely miss the huge blade end, taking the full force of the spiked ball yet again in his stomach, leaving a long, thick gash across his torso. Finally, he manages to leap out of the attack, but not before the blade flies too quick, slicing him across his forehead. "...rgh..." His rapier dropped, he falls onto his back, arching in pain.

Vansinnig stops spinning and shoots his blade out straight at the hare's foot, tip blurring. "Keep goin', li'l hopper."

Darklett grits his teeth, flicking his leg out of the way so the blade clashes with the ground where it was moments ago... Although this dodge could have been completely accidental. As for return, he has none.

Vansinnig yanks the blade back to his hand, before flicking both spiked ball and blade at his torso and right shoulder. "Not gonna hop away?"

Darklett falls flat on the ground, the spiked ball grazing across his chest and shoulder before clanging against the ground, leaving another wound in its path... The hare finds it in himself to roll to the side, and scamper to his footpaws... But run away he does not. His paws go to his belt, and grip two throwing knives. Panting, he pulls them out, and throws one straight up in an arch, and lightly tosses the other to his other paw, reaching down to his belt again...

Vansinnig grunts as he watches the knife, trying to judge where it will fall in the styngian dark of night. "What kinda shot were that?"

Darklett catches the knife thrown straight up in the air in his other paw, which had just launched knife number two into the air moments before. Now, the third knife enters, the paw that had thrown it tossing it into the air just before catching the second knife... He's juggling. The hare's chest expands and collapses as he gasps, grunting through his pain wordlessly.

Vansinnig doesn't really seem to understand what's going on. "Whatter ya doin? This ain't no time fer jugglin'."

"Heh... Mordare... What's the matter, Mordare...?" Darklett keeps juggling, his eyes intent on the badger while his paws are intent on their work. "The hopper too hard to kill?"

Vansinnig snarls at the comment, but then smiles. "Yer call." He flicks the spiked ball at Dark's head. "I'm gettin' bored a your li'l performance."

Darklett smirks... Then he moves. As soon as the ball is in the air, the hare hurls one knife right at the badger's chest. Ducking down beneath the spiked ball and catching the knife that was in the air, he quickly throws both of those at the huge beast's leg and throat. Standing up again, his paws never stop moving. Two more blades leave his belt and are airborne within the moment, both heading for the badger's torso... And he's already reaching down for more.

Vansinnig grunts, eyes wide. He pulls his chain taunt and spins it swiftly, blocking the blade to his throat and two from his torso. However, one slips through to his torso and his leg is subsequently skewered. "Ngh," he grunts, before whipping the bladed end out towards Dark's legs, hoping to yank him off balance.

Darklett is already moving out of the way of the strike, focused on the badger. He doesn't hear the blade whizz by as it comes close to slicing off his limb, he just pulls the two knives he'd reached for out of his belt and tosses them at the open spot on his chest created by the hurling of the weapon.

Vansinnig continues with the momentum, born from the heavy weapon. In that way, one knife is deflected with only a shallow graze. The other...sticks him right below a free rib.

Darklett windmills both his arms around once more, tossing two more of the throwing knives at the badger's stomach, which is now his most open spot as he whirls the weapon at him again, using the momentum of the cumbersome blade against the badger to lead him right into his knives. And two more knives are thrown at his stomach, his paws reaching down to grab the two that still remain in his belt.

Vansinnig gets two knives in his stomach. Lucky him. Dropping to the ground, he avoids two of the four knives in his stomach. From his position on his back, he does a neat little back roll before flinging both chain ends at Dark. One at his stomach and one where his stomach might be if he moves right. The chains hum as they blur with terrible speed.

Darklett keeps his walk to the right, the last two knives finding airspace right in the way of the badger's roll, again heading for the large chest of the badger. However, once these knives are thrown, he just keeps moving to the right, turning to make a run for home base... But as he does this, he's hit hard in his side by the spiked ball, and stops, coughing, grabbing at his side and falling to his knees. "...Ergh..." He tugs the ball out from his body, then falls forward on his paws.

Vansinnig snarls, bleeding from the knives. "I've 'ad enough." Wrapping the chain around himself, he moves towards the hare. "I'm losin' blood an' ya can't stand. I'm gonna end this." Taking the blade, he unhooks it and clasps it to his belt. "It's gettin' no where."

Darklett simply remains on his paws and knees, gasping and choking on those gasps. "...Ngh..." His head turns to the side as the badger approaches, sliding backwards so he's on his knees alone... raising his paws in boxing form.

Vansinnig shakes his head. "Give it up."

Darklett can't seem to keep his arms up, the two limbs dropping slowly to the ground as he can only seem to hold his head up towards the badger.

Vansinnig grunts, his vision going blurry. "Keep fightin', Darkie." He turns. "There are better times, after all."

Darklett swallows down hard, the seemingly dazed hare simply watching the badger as he turns away. His paws find his belt, wishing it to be not empty, as if he had the will to toss one at a threatening pace anyway, giving another slight gurgle of pain as he slumps.

Vansinnig growls once before limping slightly off into the darkness. "Sleep easy," he says sarcastically, before darkness swallows him.

Darklett falls backwards, his eyes half-lidded now as he rolls over, seemingly clawing at the ground for some sort of hold... He pulls himself up to paws and knees and begins to crawl towards the East Square, leaving a trail of dripping blood.

It has been a very long day - well, at least the last portion of it was. The doe holds a small, empty vial in paw which she is studying closely and rather contentedly. She's headed in the direction of the barricade to see how the "front" is doing. It's then that she sees Darklett crawling along beyond it. The empty vial is dropped, and it shatters at her feet. Without much thought, she is over the barricade and landing on the main street side with a thump. Just as quickly, she is crouched beside the buck and hooking both arms - even the injured one - under Dark's shoulders, to drag him back towards safety.

Darklett doesn't seem to be aware of Zoe's presence until she's already grabbed him and is dragging him off, the buck putting up no resistance at all. His eyes droop a little more out of weariness.

Zoe_Lang grits her teeth against the view of just what exactly she's dragging - a pincushioned Darklett. A sigh hisses out between her teeth and she continues dragging him along. When they reach the barricade, she whistles up to the sentries, and two immediately pop their heads up. "Get 'im ovah!" They jump down, landing to their right. They move to lift him, at which point Zoe releases him and starts climbing over the barricade, to be ready for him on the other side.

Darklett finally goes even more limp, his eyes shutting gently, though he occasionally winces in pain as he's handled over the barricade, the confident hare looking quite the humbled one right now.

Once he is over, Zoe directs them to sit him directly on the ground. She can do the messy fix-up right here and now, and deal with the lesser evils later. First things first. She pulls a knife from her belt and begins cutting his tunic away because, well. It's shredded anyway. This done, she sits back on her haunches with an annoyed growl, at which point she rips off her sling. "Need /both/ arms fer this..." She then sends a sharp glance at one of the sentries still hovering. "Hot watah. Go!" Like a good little runner, he runs off. Zoe leans down close to Dark's ear. "Dark, Dark, c'n ya hear me?" She gives his cheek several light pats, trying to bring him around.

Darklett isn't responding to any of Zoe's attempts to rouse him. He's actually very still now, his mouth slightly tilted ajar, his eyes only squinted the slightest of amounts open.

Brow wrinkling in worry, Zoe turns from trying to rouse him and begins salvaging his shirt. It is ripped into strips. She presses one strip the long gash in his chest, but the blood quickly soaks through that, and so she covers it with another two, pressing downward to try to stop the flow of blood. At least, that is, in the most major wound.

Darklett's muscles twitch in his face, arms, and lower legs as the Colonel applies pressure to the wound in his chest, groaning out in painful protest, even though the sound is barely above a whisper.

The runner returns with the water, but for the moment Zoe ignores it, apparently having decided on a more triage approach to his treatment, for now. She digs around in one of her many pouches and pulls out not one but two rolls of bandages, and then, without looking up, barks. "Lift 'is torso." The runner does so, crouching at Darklett's head and lifting him by the shoulders. The doe begins the process of wrapping the bandages around and around his torso. This has the added bonus of covering many of the peripheral wounds, as well, and in fact Zoe continues wrapping all the way up and down his chest until all wounds but his shoulder are covered. This done, she then takes the second roll and wraps his shoulder. "Good, good..." The runner lowers Darklett back down to the ground, and Zoe moves closer to his head, pulling a vial from her pocket. Uncorking it, she sets it to his lip and tilts it back. One would assume that this has some medicinal qualities.

Darklett tenses up slightly, yet another weak movement from the very weak hare. His chest rises and falls gently as he takes shallow breaths, some exhales coming with trembling, quiet groans of pain. His eyes flicker open around halfway through the bandaging of his shoulder, and through flat, barely-open eyes, he looks back and forth, at the night sky, at the runner, at the Colonel. His eyes flick shut as the vial is put to his mouth and poured in, but open again, to stare straight up.

Zoe_Lang worries at her lower lip as she sits back on her haunches. Until the flow of blood has stopped, there is not much else that the doe can do for the poor buck. She looks up at the two runners., "Go... get a littah. We need t' move him int' one o' the houses, get 'im warm..." Her words are soft, the murmured tones of one sitting at a death bed, or something close to it.

Darklett's tense muscles droop into laxness again, a long sigh coming from Darklett. His eyes remain glued on the night sky, and are still looking sunken back into his head.

The runners return with a litter, and Darklett is transferred to it as gently as is humanly possible. Zoe stands and walks along beside it, capturing one of Darklett's paws in her own as they make way for the nearest home. "Yer gonna be a'right, lad... yer gonna be a'right."

Darklett's eyes slowly tear themselves from the sky, and drift over to focus on Zoe. The paw gripped by the Colonel is given the faintest of squeezes, then goes back to its former state, the Lieutenant's eyes going back upwards, and starting to close...

Squeezing the paw even as Darklett's goes limp, Zoe worries at her lower lip but says no more as Darklett's eyes close. Instead, she simply follows the litter as they move on into one of the buildings.