Slickstream is standing beside the well, dressed as a stoat in a thick black cloak. He's staring anxiously from the commercial district to the residential area, both of which have thick plumes of smoke rising from them.

Labarion rushes out from the Gallows Square, and before that, from Via Narsalis, before that, the fighting pits. Labarion looks like he was just disturbed from a nap, and eyes the plumes of smoke coming from both the residential and commercial centers of Ruingate. "What in 'ell???" He walks up to the stoat, eyes wide. "What's goin' on?"

Slickstream's eyes widen and he steps back quickly, "...They're b-burnin', mate."

"Was there an accident, er summat?" Labarion eyes the 'stoat' curiously... "Why're ya just standin' there? We should go help!"

Slickstream hesitates, "...I...don't know. I should stay here. To fill buckets."
Kestrel's panting is starting to turn into gasping. The smokey air is doing very little good for her small lungs, and her eyes are starting to water.

Labarion waits, and starts to run off... But thinks better of it, and stays behind, too. "Ya might need help, here."

Atma is running out of the residential district, clutching Farren close in his arms, and looking less than pleased. "Out of the town, Kestrel! To the gates!"

Kestrel rubs at her burning eyes. Too much. "What 'bout you?"

Atma slows a little, looking down the gallows square. "..I was thinking about putting a few sharp things in our betrayers backs, but I think better of it.." He turns and starts to move for the road to the gates. "Move!"

Slickstream still seems hesitant. He shakes his head, "Naw, I can do it fine. You should go see what's going on.."

Kestrel turns immediately and begins running again. She's started to sob, mainly because of the difficulty of breathing, but also because of the sudden violent turn of circumstances.

Labarion squints at the stoat... He tilts his head to the side, peering forward at him... Nawww. "I'll be back, I'm just goin' ta check out th'scene." With that, he goes off, towards the commercial district.

Brac comes dashing into the square, an arrow imbedded in his shoulder. A number of other blacked cloaked creatures come hurrying, as well.

Labarion stops. The arena... He better make sure the arena's alright, the fire could have spread!!! "Noooooo!" The weasel turns and starts heading back towards the Via Narsalis.... What the... Who's this... "H... hey, are you alright, mate?" He abandons his path and heads towards Brac.

Brac shakes his head, stopping as the other cloaked ones continue toward the well. He shakes his head, "They're lightin' the whole bloody city on fire, mate! If ye can fight, ye need to get down their and save the homes!"

Labarion's eyes widen. "Arson??? Who's doin' it?" Another glance towards the arena, seems to be not so burning. Good.

Brac says, "There's a pair o' monitor lizards, and I couldn't quite see the others. Ye need to hurry! The houses were already blazin' when I had to retreat!"

Labarion nods. "...Do y'know if there's anybeast who's made their way to the pits?" Hehe, he doesn't want to be out of a job after this little bit's done, ho ho no.

Brac says, "No idea."

Labarion looks at the arena over his shoulder as he heads to the residential district, now... "Wait a second. If you 'ad to retreat, why're ya sendin' me in there?" Another suspicious head-tilt.

Brac says, "Because I'm trying to get rid o' ye."

Brac shouts "Hoy, mates! /Get to the Square/!"

Labarion's ears pin, and the magnanimity of the situation slams him. He unsheaths his cruel dagger, and turns his head. "Y... ya're responsible for this, ain't ya? Ain't ya?!"

Brac says, "No. Merdez is."

Slickstream starts approaching Brac, glancing toward the arrow, and the dagger, "Brac, we have to get out. Soon."

"-You- started the fires!" Labarion takes a step forward. He points at Slickstream. "And... and -you!- You're jus' bein' cowardly, lettin' your criminal friends do the work for ya while you watch! Y'ain't even -good- at what ya do!"

Brac nods toward Slick, "Aye..." then grins at Labarion, "Naw. I had him givin' the signal."

Labarion shakes with anger. "Y'ain't -touchin'- my arena!" He sprints his short self forward, dagger held out towards Brac.

Brac shouts as he twists to the side, though the dagger grazes him, causing him to cringe. He starts fumbling for the dagger at his belt with his left paw...the one without the shoulder injury.

Strongbeak watches from high above, gliding slowly over the village of Ruingate. The eagle saw the smoke a long way off, and had decided to investigate. Slowly, he spirals down.

Brac shouts "Asher! The rest o' ye! Get 'ere -now-!"

Slickstream tries to tackle Labarion, "'Ey!"

Labarion sees the tackle coming, and jabs his dagger towards the offender's side, attempting to thrust it in and hold the... much bigger? otter around the stomach, so he can threaten to stab again, this time a sure kill, if anybeast makes a false move.

Strongbeak circles lower and lower, and finally comes to a rest on the roof of a nearby building, looking over everything happening.

Slickstream is stabbed off to the side of the stomach, which causes him to yelp and stumble back...before he can be grabbed. However, he collapses on the ground, bright red starting to stain his tunic.


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