Halyard Village: West Square(#93069RJA) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Halyard Village ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Surrounded on most sides by short, squat buildings, none any higher than two levels, the main square of this small, sea-side village is covered in a fine layer of dirt, which mostly covers the old cobble stone beneath. Many of the buildings lining the square are homes, though some are places of business - and, of course, there are the obligatory pubs. However, pubs are not the only staple of a small village, especially not this one. Scattered here and there upon sidewalks and in front of stores, various fishing nets and traps lie about, most considerably worse for wear. It's obviously a fishing village. Beyond that, a dirt road runs north and south from the square, with a small scattering of homes, and behind these, a backdrop of trees. Meanwhile, beyond the trees lies the shore. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~ Visible Exits: [A]ntique [S]tore [S]outhern [R]oad [H]alyard [T]avern [N]orthern [R]oad [K]nick-knack [C]at [S]hop [M]ain [S]treet [B]ack to [D]irt [P]ath

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With a clank, a heavy sack appears over the barricade, falling to the ground on the other side. This is followed, rather quickly, by a dirty, cobweb and dust covered hare. Yeah, it's Rothal. Back from the tax office.

Zeraph had just moved out of the tavern, when the sack was flung over the barricade. The buck's first instinct was to duck behind the building, peering out at the other hare. Oh..it's just Roth..He comes back out, moving towards the runner. "Finally.."

Rothal grins slightly, wiping a particularly irritating cobweb out from between his ears. "Finally? Yah make h'it sound like h'I was gone all day.." He blinks, realizing that, as a matter of fact, he was. "Weeelll..." He picks up the sack, which is equally dirty, shrugging a little.

Zeraph shakes his head as he observes the other buck, watching him heft the bag up. "That thing got money in it?" He goes to step forward to look in the sack, ears perked forward and looking interested. The fighter smirks a little. "What took you so long anyway?"

Rothal nods, holding the bag out for Raph to look at. "Soon as h'I find Keita, h'I'll give the money to her. Don't know what else to do with h'it. As for what took me so long..."

Zeraph lets Roth keep a hold on the bottom of the sack and he grabs the top, to look through it, with a slow, appreciative whistle. The fighter looks up at the runner buck, looking curious as to what the end of the statement is.

Rothal shakes his head, grinning. "Trust me, Raph. Yah don't want to know. Maybe some othah time, h'I'll tell yah about h'it." He takes a glance at the contents of the sack as well, then ties the top back up.

Zeraph nods his head slowly, releasing the bag so that he can tie it back up. The fighter buck goes to sit down again, leaned against the barricade and setting his one paw subconsciously on his injured shoulder.

Halyard Village: Main Street ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Halyard Village ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the main street of Halyard Village. However, for being the main street, its not terribly impressive. Like most of the rest of the village, the homes and buildings that line this street are sound, at best. The purpose of the architecture is obviously efficiency, not elegance. The buildings are short and squat, none any higher than two levels, and a good few windows are covered in a fine grit; a combination of salt, sand, and dirt. The foremost profession of the village becomes apparent with a simple glance around, fishing nets and other such paraphernalia littering the area out front of many of the buildings. So far as the living component of the street, a few vendors are usually out and about, attempting to sell their products, among them fish and other such foodstuffs, but without much success. It is, after all, a small village. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~ Visible Exits: [W]est [Sq]uare [C]ommunity [T]ax [O]ffice [E]ast [S]quare [T]ide [K]nots [S]ewing [S]hop [K]etay's [H]ome [N]otch's [C]ottage

Contents: Test With: [DYN] LPFighter (Zeraph) [DYN] One eyed, Longpatrol Major, Jarril Black Fleetpaw.

Daclon turns away from the two vermin he was talking to. No use trying to persuade them to stay for any length of time. The ferret returns to his spot behind the barricade, shading his eye from the sun with a paw.

Evoc stays put next to Ferri and hisses at her "We should leave, now i don't want to get caught in any of this, not with this injury."

On the other side of the square, Jarril is moving about, checking that the hares that are on duty are fine, while munching on a hard biscuit. "Been quiet lately." He frowns a bit. "Don't like it, its like some storm is brewing up to go all up again, right in our bally faces, wot."

Zeraph still has his paw on his injured shoulder, rolling it a little with a heavy wince of pain, his ears flickering back. The fighter glances over at the Major as he moves about, seeming thoughtful. The hare sighs and remains in his seated position beside the barricade, though he is ready to get up at any moment.

Loki appears from some dark spot or other. The weasel has been keeping to himself, sharpening his claws and blades in the hopes of finally getting a chance at killing some of these blasted hares. Having been gone for awhile, he appears at Daclon's side now, glancing across the street at the hares.

Ferri nods to Evoc a little "Yes yes, just find Laina, we'll get out of here as soon as possible then"

Rothal disappears into a house, stashing the money he found in the tax office where no one except himself can find it. Still cleaning cobwebs and whatnot off his fur, he walks back over towards the hares, nodding to Jarril, whether the major can see it or not.

Laina would come as prompted, heading for stoat and rat while eating a biscuit from their own food supplies.

Evoc nods and moves away from Ferri peering about the square, he finally spots Laina and hurries over towards her "Laina quick, Ferri wants to leave."

Seven is farther back than Zeraph, the young runner leaned against a vacant house. The buck is newly arrived to the village, one of the reinforcements that had been called in. His bow is in his paws, pulling the string back, seeming to just test it out for now, ears twisting and turning, taking in all noise in the area. He remains quiet though.

Akakios sits above the others, atop a first story roof, cleaning the longbow he had retained from the last battle with the hares. Arrows have been lined along the top of the roof, and the wildcat is busily fletching several more.

Evoc glances back and forth between Laina and Ferri then stands on tip paws peering over the barricade, stupid place for them to come to, right in the middle of a war, but then they had their reasons"

Vorth moves into the area of the vermins side, been waking about with his bow out apparently since he still has it in his paw, heading for the barricade to see if anything's happening, going to pull Evoc back down again too before he peers over too far and gets his head shot off.

Evoc falls back down onto his paws and looks at Vorth puzzled by that "What?" he asks then it dawns on him "Oh....right yeah."

Jabberwock come up, unstrapping his trident from the leather holster strap. "Yew Called, Majerr?" he says quietly, his voice become more husky with less volume.

Jarril hasn't got his bow at the moment or he would've taken a shot at the wildcat on the roof tops. Keeping low, he looks over the edge again and mutters. "I be happy once we get that meeting done and plan some form of action. I don't bally well plan on staying here all the time staring at those lot." He smiles. "What I wouldn't do for being back at the mountain with some fresh trifle..."

Sorrel comes up quickly as well, Eyes on the top of the barracade. She scans the rooftops, spotting the cat. "...MaJa...!"

Zeraph smirks a little at the major's words, trying to look happy and relaxed. In all actually, the fighter isn't either of these things. The buck flicks an ear, before looking in Sorrel and Jabberwock's direction, then turning to peer towards the rooftops. Oh..Wildcat. Though, he remains where he is beside the barricade.

Daclon notices the pickup on activity on the hares side of the street. Interesting. Loki has appeared beside him, and he nudges him. "Whaddaya think, Loki? They up to somethin'?"

Ferri gives a glance to the others about and then simply seems to be waiting for the right time now.

Evoc moves back over, standing next to Ferri nervously bouncing from paw to paw, wanting to get out of here and soon.

Loki nods in regards to Daclon's question. "I wouldn't put it past them, cap'n. There's to many over there for it to be just a plain gathering of beasts."

It seems that Akakios has drawn some attention from the hares. Seven pulls an arrow from his quiver, setting it into the longbow he is holding, then drawing back the string slowly, aimed at the wildcat on the roof, the feathers held close to his cheek to gaze down the shaft and his one ear perked higher than the other, testing the wind direction. The runner remains like this for a moment, with a glance toward's the major. Maybe he's wondering what Jarril will think..

NiXia has thankfully convinced her capturs she was awandering gypsy. ignorant, and possibly demented, but harmless, she nervously makes her way to the barrier, hoping that her route hadn't been found and covered up. She stops dead short when she sees the amout of hares there. and this time she had her halberd with her. dman her luck. first getting nearly eaten, then getting caught theiving, now this.

Jarril finishing his cake, the major turns around and gives a peek over the barrier. "Hmmm, what are they up ta now?" Frowning slightly. "Well, they can make the first move this time around." Giving Zeraph a slight frown.

Laina stands near Ferri and Evoc now, she glances to the stoat and gives him a nudge "Stop bouncing you look like an idiot"

Evoc stops moving and glares at Laina, "Yes ma;am" he snaps at her "but i hate this, this could turn very nasty and i've had enough foolish woodlanders stick weapons in me this season"

Zeraph sighs a little. Well, I thought he said it wasn't his fault? The buck nods slightly, then turns his gaze away from Jarril, seeming rather interested in a chair that has been stuck in amidst the rest of the objects to create the make-shift wall.

Rothal blinks, glancing around. A lot of attention has been directed to the wildcat. The hare instinctively places a paw on the dagger at his side. A warning seems to be pounding in his mind, an instinctive way of telling when trouble was about to start.

NiXia tries her luck at hugging the walls and staying behinds large items and the like. it seems no one has noticed her yet. She merely hoped there were people on the other side if she was caught

Sorrel seeks out companionship, and spots rothal, dropping down next to her friend. "How long's et been like this, Roth, m'bud??"

Akakios stands, the wildcat looking at the hares, still clutching his bow and a newly fletched arrow. His gaze stops dead on Seven, aiming a bow in his direction. Swallowing nervously, the wildcat places the arrow on his bow, drawing it back and aiming it at the hare.

Jabberwock instinctively runs a paw over his collar. Tridents werren't throwing weapons, but pins were.besides, he loved his weapon to much to risk losing it.

NiXia is sweating now, almost to the wall, but in front of her a stretch of road and cobblestone. no walls, nothing to hide behind. she was sure to be spotted in her clothing, especially the bright purple blade on her back.

Ferri moves off to the side towards one of the buildings quietly, old, elderly rat with a staff going for a walk about apparently.

Daclon listens quietly to Loki, glancing around at the vermin around him. Frowning, he notices Akakios, aiming the bow. "Akakios, you bloody fool! Put that thing down before ye start somethin'! I'm in no mood to fight tonight."

Evoc moves a few steps behind Ferri, eyes down, paws folded, with the wide leather collar and matching armbands he looks likenothing more threatening then a servant of some kind, following his elderly mistress on a walk, seems like keeping a low profile is a good idea.

Seven narrows his gaze on the wildcat, defiantly, and quietly, challenging him to try him. The buck doesn't flinch from his position, arrow still trained dead on Akakios. He's still waiting...Jarril had said something about letting them make the first move..The hare's arm muscles are tightened, keeping that bow drawn back. A smirk twitches at his muzzle as he hears Daclon.

Vorth places an arrow on his bow just in case now as he keeps his eye on the wildcat and listens for the hares.

Loki looks up at Akakios as Daclon yells at him, so quickly that his neck makes several snapping noises. The weasel smiles brightly, paw going to his saber-hilt. Finally, a chance to fight. He's almost tempted to tell Akakios to fire anyway.

Zeraph flicks an ear in the vermin's direction as he notes the ferret leader's yell. He goes to glance up over the barrier, looking unsure, then turns his gaze towards Jarril once more, then the runner who is aiming at the wildcat on the rooftop.

Jarril has come up with the situation himself and doesn't want anything started either. Turning around, he frowns. He doesn't look to be getting his wish today. Giving the hares a look. "No firing, ya may get him but he get ya if ya fire that thing." Frowning he calls out. "Having a good day, Daclon or do ya wish ta start something?"

Akakios growls, a noise deep in his throat that can be heard by any of the nearby vermin. As the runner hasn't put down his bow, the arrow is pulled further, until it's in firing position. Knotted muscles stand out on his fur, as he pulls the bow back farther than most hares ever could.

Seven glances again in the Major's direction, then up to the wildcat, with a scowl. The runner slowly relaxes his arms and lowers the bow, though he keeps the arrow set within the weapon, his sharp gaze remaining on Akakios. One twitch and the hare will fire at him.

Daclon glares for a moment longer at Akakios, before turning his attention to Jarril. "A good day for me would be seein' ye dead in the street, hare! But I don' feel like fightin' today. However, I will if ye're lot even try to start somethin'."

Jarril speaks back in a friendly voice. "Then call off the one on the roof. Or aren't ya that good a leader that they refuse ya direct ordah. Tut tut. Ya really trained them well. Or do ya want me ta give it? It's ya call Daclon, we won't start this but we will finish it, wot."

Laina follows Ferri as they stick to behind the buildings and well out the way and out of sight, she still seems to be eating another biscuit on the way too.

Rothal pulls out his long dagger. Blood has begun to rush to his head, pure instinct telling him to run or to fight. The buck isn't sure how much longer he'll be able to stand this before he does -something-. He's not even sure what it is he'll do.

Loki almost speaks up, glaring murder at the hare across the street. Then, his attention is drawn by Rothal, whom he can just see. Growling, the weasel begins to unsheath his saber.

Jarril looks about and gives the rest a warning sign that they're to do nothing until he says they have to or not. He quickly looks back peering over the barrier again.

Evoc just follows along behind Ferri as quickly as he dares to move, quite sure things will only get worse at the barricades

Zeraph sighs deeply as he watches the young runner lower his bow, returning all his attention to what the two leaders are saying to each other. He smirks now, going to look over the barrier once more, but just slightly, so as not to be aimed at by any arrows.

Akakios turns a little, pointing the bow at Jarril, realizing that he's the one in charge, and hence, more important. Muscles stand out even more so than before, as he strains against the bowstring. One slip of the paw, and in a split second, and arrow would by in Jarril's throat, before he could even dodge. It was tempting.

Vorth keeps bow on arrow and eye on wildcat, waiting now, just waiting.

Daclon glances from Akakios to Loki, growling beside him. The situation was getting out of control, fast. Both of the vermin were renowned for losing their tempers and slipping into a berserk rage. That was one of the reasons he had convinced them to join the group. Still... "Put down yer bow, Akakios. No sense in fightin', at least right now."

Seven glances between the major and the vermin on the roof, as Akakios's attention is drawn to Jarril. His muscles tense, but he does nothing for now, having been warned to do nothing. The runner isn't one to break an order, unless he feels he definitely has to. He just keeps his gaze on the wildcat.

Jarril looks up at Akakios, then at Daclon again on the other side and frowns, out of view but in clear view of any hare next to him. He was busy preparing himself for the worse. Paw gripped on his sword. But his patience was slowly wearing thin as he waited to see if they would step down.

Zeraph examined the major for a moment, his expression starting to mimic Jarril's subconsciously, that frown taking over his features. The fighter turns his gaze up to Akakios as well. It may be up to the wildcat now, if they fight or not.

Ferri waits now, having reached the last building she now stands behind it out of sight of the hares, just got to see what they all do now.

Evoc comes to a stop near the elderly rat and looks at her worriedly "They could easily get out of here now but if she wants to stip and watch, well he can't argue"

Akakios really did try to keep the bowstring from slipping past his claws. As a result, the arrow doesn't head for who he was aiming for, hitting a fighter in the paw. Hissing in anger and frustration, the wildcat grabs the arrows on the roof and jumps to the ground, cursing at himself for letting the arrow fly.

Jarril attitude has changed within a second. He was actually fuming. "Well, seems like Daclon can't control his lot. Right, archers, fire arrows towards them. Fightahs, get y'selfs ready."

It takes a split second for Seven to have the bow back in position, arrow flying in the wildcat's direction, aimed for the side of his neck, behind his jaw. The runner immediately has another shaft set into the weapon, just incase he needs to fire again.

Daclon spits out a curse in Akakios's general direction. Now it looks like they'll be fighting. "Swords! Shields! Wait for it, I don't want anybeast gettin' mowed down by arrows."

Loki pulls out his saber, metal rasping on metal. The cap on his head has been pushed off, as has the bow and quiver. All three fall to the ground.

Ferri waits still, to move out of the safety of the building right now would be foolish what with the hares all on edge, so instead she waits, hidden and listening.

Zeraph flinches lightly as the arrow hits one of his companions, then draws his sword, ready for the order to attack, staying down for now. The fighter gazes at the officer still, serious expression returned.

Rothal yells for Zeraph to stay back, considering he's still hurt, running the short distance to the barricade, several feet from Jarril and the wounded fighter, dagger in paw.

Evoc stays right where he is, he can hear the shouted orders and grits his teeth together, this is going to turn ugly soon

Akakios growls as the arrow scrapes his neck, and his sword is pulled out as well, the thin blade hissing through the air as he twirls it slightly. The longbow is tossed to one side, out of the way.

Jarril barks out orders. "Archers and slings ta back us up. Aim high and make them fall behind the barrier. Fighters. When I give the word." He waits for the right moment when they archers will be giving them cover fire.

Zeraph turns his attention on Rothal as he yells at him. The fighter squints a little, keeping his sword in his paw, then actually back up a little, to not be directly in the front of the hares.

Daclon pulls his sword out, gripping the brass handle tightly. No bowbeast are on his side, Loki and Akakios having been the only ones, what with the reinforcements being held back for now. "Keep low, wait for them to charge!"

The other arrow is now shot towards the wildcat's side, pulled back more and aimed better. Seven turns his attention from the rooftop vermin to give cover fire to the fighters, along with the other runners. Slings and arrows fly through the air.

Vorth drops bow in favor of one sword and a dagger, the dagger of which is quickly is quickly heading for a hare before it's replaced by a second sword.

Evoc says, "We should move" he hisses at Ferri and Laina"

Jarril looks up as he see's the first lot of arrows shoot up, giving the order to go over, the agile runner leaps over the barrier with a determined look and shouts. "Can't ya control ya horde, Daclon. Not good at ordah's are ya?" He takes a few steps forwards, knowing full well he have his hares right behind him.

Akakios is still swing the blade around when the arrow is shot, and through some freak chance of luck, the blade hits the shaft, knocking the arrow to the ground. The wildcat stops, looking at the notched shaft in amazement. Then he's dashing to the barricade, ducking low so as not to get hit.

Daclon's head appears for perhaps a moment, glaring at the hare. "Depends on how ye look at it, I suppose. Now, why don' ye fight instead of shootin' a load of trash through the air? Personally, I find bows to be a bit.. -cowardly-. Nice to see ye depend on them so much, though."

Ferri waits for a moment or too longer letting the hares and vermin become preocupied with their fight before she moves on again, keeping low and moving reasonably speedily off and away from the fighting.

Evoc follows the rat, glad to be moving away from the battle, injured as he is he has no wish to meet any hares in battle"

Jarril holds up his paw, signalling the arrows to cease, replying back. "Well, I suppose since ya can't exactly get new ones ya need ta save the ones ya have." He continues to stand there. "Anything else stopping ya?"

Rothal has followed Jarril over the barricade, now in the front ranks with a few others. Stupid, probably. In all respect, he should be back behind the barricade, instead of fighting out here.

Laina sticks close to Ferri and Evoc now, not going to get involved in the fight and within no time at all they're off and mere dots getting further away in the distance.

Daclon stands, climbing over the barricade nimbly, despite his hook. The curved sword is held in an old-fashioned salute to Jarril. "Nothin' at all. And if I might say, at least one of the patrol seems to be an honorable enough opponent."

Loki slips over the barricade, glancing at the hares suspiciously. Several vermin follow him over, standing ready with shields and swords.

Zeraph gets over the barricade with the other fighters, ignoring the pain that shoots through his shoulder when he lands, keeping on his feet. The fighter tightens his grip on his weapon, holding it one pawed now.

Seven has ceased his arrows, but is waiting for the order to resume firing. The runner's whiskers twitch in anticipation.

Akakios seems to be the only one of the vermin who has trouble crossing the barricade. Odd, considering he's skilled at climbing walls. Still, he reaches the other side, and more vermin follow after.

Jarril returns the salute as he walks slowly forwards. "My, ya surprised me there. I thought vermin never used the word honourable. It would degrade them, so ta speak, wot."

Vorth follows the other vermin over the barricade with little difficulty, certainly not bad at climbing.

Rothal follows after Jarril, apparently unaware that Raph has joined the ranks of the hares.

Daclon strides forward quickly, not really looking to see if the vermin are following him. Hence, he reaches the middle of the street first. The chance to fight Jarril one on one is tempting, and he stops here, sword held at the ready. "I use it when the occasion calls for it..." He eyes the hare. "I don't suppose ye fence?"

Zeraph glances for a split second in Roth's direction. Well, he'll look out for them both. The buck smirks a little, then looks back to the vermin.

Loki groaned, low in his throat. He had almost reached Daclon when the ferret had asked Jarril if he fenced. Only someone as unpredictable as the ferret would pull a stunt like that. Angrily, he pauses, waiting to see what will happen.

Jarril slowly comes to a stop a few paces away from Daclon with a look towards him and then behind. "Sometimes, yes. But maybe ya have honourable intentions and I doubt those at the moment until ya prove it. But after ya lack of command with the others. I don't trust the rest." Whipping his blade down to the side and brings it back up again. "So forgive me if I don't trust ya word ferret." He nods finally, returning his gaze on the ferret, then back to looking at the vermin behind him, the major feeling the hares behind him. He calls out. "Daclon is mine and mine alone. No one shall interfere, that is an ordah!"

Daclon smiles, showing sharp fangs, well cared for. "The same will go for my beasts then." Glancing back, he eyes Loki and the rest. "Anyone interfering between myself and this hare will be flayed, whether he's alive or dead, when this is over." With that eloquent statement, he turns back to Jarril. "Right. Let's get this over with."

Zeraph perks his ears high on his head when this is ordered. The fighter clears his throat and nods a little, even /if/ the major won't see him. The buck remains where he is, scanning the group behind Daclon silently with his eyes.

Akakios heads forward at a quick trot, jogging past Daclon with plenty of space between himself and the ferret. Once again, he's about to start something.

Jarril gives a look to the rest and coughs. "Now listen ta him, he gave an ordah, see if it goes into those thick heads of yours. He knows best, ya dont, doncha know." Taking a step nearer to Daclon, he nods. "Fine, perhaps it is time we had a little discussion." He goes into defensive mode, keeping his eye on Daclon.

Seven pitches one ear forward, to listen in on Jarril more as he speaks, and the runner turns his aim away from the ferret leader. Right, no shooting him..He notes Akakios moving forward now and eyes him. What is that wildcat doing?

Jarril blinks and looks at the wildcat now as well with a frown and changes position quickly to deal with this uncertainity. Neitherless, the major is distracted slightly.

Loki shakes his head as ferret and hare talk, then dashes past Daclon, like the wildcat giving him plenty of space, followed by his squad. The flaying part has gotten their attention, and none even give a glance in Jarril's direction, heading straight for the rest of the hares.

Rothal blinks. The major really said nothing about fighting the other vermin, so... With a shout, "C'mon, patrol!" He's dashing forward, straight toward Loki and his group. Okay, so maybe the shout was a breach of command, since he's only a runner, but someone needs to get moving.

The first thought that enters Zeraph's mind is crap, here they come. The fighter shifts his position, crouching down a little more and holding the sword hilt tightly with both paws. Then Rothal yells out. The buck sighs and shakes his head. He was just fine /waiting/ for the vermin to meet him, but the hare jumps forward anyway. Can't let that runner get killed. ;)

Daclon takes a step forward, stopping as Jarril is distracted. Whereas in any regular fight, he would have taken advantage of the hare's distraction, fencing for him is a little different. After all, what's the point of doing any one on one stuff if the other fighter isn't paying attention?

Vorth would be amongst the vermin heading for the hares, sword in each paw and paying little attention to Daclon and the hare right now.

Jarril returns his gaze back suddenly to where Daclon is standing and looks a bit surprised, also a bit loss for words as well for a moment. Coughing, he nods his head. "Okay, I am ready ta start." Moving into position, the major slowly beginning to focus on only what is in front of him as the noise of battle around him slowly fades from his mind. "I give ya credit, Daclon. Most would've ran me through then."

Akakios meets with a hare in a clash of metal, and the fight begins. Sword flashing, he and a fighter go at it, hacking and stabbing at one another. Other vermin follow, clashing with the hares.

Loki singles out Rothal, remembering the runner from a long time past. Howling an undiscernible warcry, he dashes straight for the hare.

Seven draws his bowstring back further, ears remaining perked forward and attention trained on that wildcat. He's somehow not been fully hit with one of his deadly-aimed arrows, and that has intrigued the runner. The buck just observes him moving in and out amongst the other hares, not firing.

Daclon slips into a standard fencing position, hook tucked behind his back, feet well apart for stability. "Hate to have it end so soon, captain." His sword flicks out, testing the other's defence. "An' there's no reason to be called a coward, even by those who ye fight."

Zeraph had dashed through his companions, diagonally, running after Rothal, quite determined to help keep him alive. Thoughts of Jarril and Daclon have gone from his mind. They are none of his business at the moment. The fighter keeps his sword held beside him, blade pointed up so as not to injure any of the other hare fighters.

Jarril nods back, in the same position that Daclon is in. "Majah, actually. Wouldn't catch me on a boat." He smiles. "It would only happen if I was a slave or captured and I'd fight ta stop that happen." The hare gives a exploratory thrust, stepping forward once and then back again.

Rothal runs straight for Loki, that fact that he's armed only with a dagger and that the weasel has a sword apparently unnoticed. Reaching the weasel, he ducks, making a quick, low thrust towards him. Whether there are hares behind him, he can't tell.

Loki dodges to the side, Rothal's dagger scraping his side. The hilt of his saber comes down, straight for the top of the hare's head.

Akakios has been working his way in Seven's direction, although few who fall in front of him are killed, or even seriously wounded. Now, he's only a few hares away from having a shot at fighing the hare.

Daclon parries, nodding to Jarril. "Major, then. Sorry about that arrow, I'm afraid-" A quick thrust, followed by a recovery step. "That was actually an accident. Did it hit anythin'?"

Zeraph jumps forward quickly, swinging his sword to knock Loki's blade away from its path is Rothal's direction, having to duck around to the side of the runner to do so, while pushing forward to try and throw the weasel back a little.

Jarril nods back as he hits your blade with another thrust. "Hare killed, I hope ya will give punishment ta the one not following ya orders." He recovers from his position, adding. "May want ya job next, vermin always like ta get more than promised, don't ya think?"

Vorth recognizes Zeraph and heads for him, stopping to fight a couple of hares in the way before he switches one sword for dagger and charging to aim a slash from the sword at Zeraph's back.

Rothal smiles grimly as a little of the weasel's blood splatters onto his paw. The smile is quickly wiped away as the hilt hits one of his ears, tearing through the thin skin. Luckily, Raph's sword pushes Loki's blade to the side, and Rothal isn't hurt seriously. Coming up, he turns, jumping behind Raph and putting up his dagger, parrying Vorth's swing.

Loki spits, attention on Zeraph now, saber slashing out at the hare. "You'll be sorry fer that, hare!"

Seven's whiskers twitch a little again, eyes narrowing more. All he sees of the vermin is the wildcat as he moves forward, still holding the bow, arrow in position. The runner takes a half step back, just to keep some of that distance between him and Akakios. One shift, to draw the string back a couple more inches, before letting the arrow fly, aimed at the vermin's shoulder.

Daclon shrugs. "Hey, they're vermin..." The curved sword, more suited for slashing, swings towards Jarril's shoulder. "Ye're not to bad, Major. What's yer name, by the way?"

Akakios pushes into the last hare, shoving him aside. The arrow scrapes the hare, hitting his shoulder. Hissing again, he sprints for Seven, now to close for the hare to be able to get another shot off.

Jarril blinks and feels his jacket get ripped slightly but nothing more on his shoulder. Replying back as he gives a few jabs at the same place. "Majah, Jarril Black Fleetpaw." He twitches his ears. "I have ta say ya an improvement than the last ferret I met." The hare moving quickly back to defensive after each thrust.

Zeraph growls, jumping back away from the saber swing. "Yeah, yeah." He nearly falls into Roth, before jumping around to the other side of the runner, to possibly get to Vorth now. If his injured shoulder is hurting him, he doesn't show it. The fighter seems to feel a little better at least, knowing he possibly saved his friend's life. All around him, fighters take on vermin.

Vorth seems to be facing Rothal now, he brings the sword round towards the hare's paw holding the dagger and flips his own dagger round in his paw to be holding the blade.

Seven doesn't back up again, either. The young buck has a split second to think things over, then he tosses his bow aside, drawing one of the double, lightweight fighting knives that he had sheathed in the back of his belt. The runner jumps forward, so much smaller than the large feline, going to get up close to him, but keep out of reach using his natural agility and swiftness. A stab is aimed at Akakios's side, before he can stop his charge, ready to jump away from the vermin in a split second.

Rothal attempts to parry Vorth's swing. However, when Raph backed into him, he got knocked off balance, and the hare stumbles. The rat's sword clips a piece of his already wounded ear off, and the runner winces. "Great..."

Daclon parries Jarril's attacks, although one scrapes a thin line along his paw. "Jarril, eh? Nice as it is to talk, we should probably get this over with." As he swings the cured sword again, he notices the slash on Jarril's jacket, shaking his head. "Close. Ye more of the thrusting type?"

Akakios expected something like this from Seven, and his sword is tilted towards the hare as he dashes in towards the wildcat, at the same time he slips to the side.

Loki tries to push in close to Zeraph and Rothal, but a fighter appears in his way, and the weasel's attention turns to the newcomer.

Zeraph grumbles inwardly at Rothal, looking like he wants to shove him away from all the fighting, even if he /is/ older than him. The buck has changed to holding his large sword with one paw again.

Vorth hops back a step to fire off his dagger towards Rothal before he draws a second sword in that paw once more.

Jarril grins as he blocks that attack, hopping back neatly. "Ah but talking is good as well, besides ya want ta listen ta the uncivilised fighting going on around us?" Moving back fowards again, he takes a slash aiming for the ferret's chest. "But I do have something ta ask. Why come here? Ya must've known we wouldn't just sit back and all?"

Seven jerks backward and kind of sideways, noting the sword as it is aimed towards him. The runner manages to get out of the way of the blade, faster than the normal hare, or even a fighter, given his training. The buck dives around to the back of the wildcat.

Daclon parries the slash. "I dunno... Always wanted to settle down somewhere, but I love fightin' an awful lot. Fencin' more than fightin', but that doesn't always happen. This sort of combined the two. Although, sooner or later, I would've let the captives from the village go. I'd hoped they would provide security against any attacks."

Jarril continues to press fowards with an attack of his own now, trying to get his blade past Daclons with a few jabs and slashes. "Settling down is fine but not at the cost of lives or stealing what good honest beasts have worked so hard ta build." He actually has a slight frown here on his face.

Rothal stumbles as Vorth's dagger hits him. Falling to his knees, he looks blearily down at the dagger in his stomach. Doesn't feel like it hit anything important, but it hurts. A lot. It takes a moment for him to stand, then he back up, pulling the dagger out and shoving a paw into the wound to stop bloodflow.

Akakios spins, swinging the sword along with himself, directly towards Seven.

Seven ducks. He's a hippity-hoppity little annoyance. :) The sword swings directly over his head and the small buck moves up close to the wildcat's front again, making another attempt at sinking his blade into his side.

Daclon shakes his head, parrying well, and taking a step back for a breath. "Unlikely that any vermin can settle down peacefully, Jarril. Ye wouldn't understand what I'm talkin' about.." He pauses, a look of thought on his face. "Then again, with yer job, ye probably would."

Akakios grunts as Seven stabs him, grabbing for the hare's paw to keep him there, while his sword swings again, not hard enough for a major wound, though.

Zeraph has already moved forward to try to clash with Vorth again. The hare looks P.O.ed and he puts all his strength into the swing for the rat's sword, ignoring the other blade for now, trying to knock him off balance as well.

Jarril stops, stepping back as he moves back to the beginning pose again. "We would like ta live in peace but we don't get the opportunity ta do so." Breathing slightly heavier. "But yeah right. I doubt the long patrol would ever allow vermin ta live free near ta them." Nodding his head again, he beckons Daclon to make his move.

Rothal is still bleeding, despite his best attempts to stop the flow. He limps to the barricade, managing to slip past several combatants, before crawling over the low wall.

Akakios's paw clamps onto Seven's and he is caught there, though the runner wiggles his blade, to try and push it further into the wildcat, while moving to draw his other. Because he is so close to the large vermin, the sword hardly does any damage to him at all, though he will have a bad bruise on his shoulder from where he was hit. The second dagger is aimed at his arm, to try and make him let him go, ears turned backward.

Akakios lets go, kicking at the hare for some space, and rips the dagger out of his side. Turning, he ducks back into the fight, heading for the vermin barricade.

Vorth lets Zeraph push at his sword with little resistance as he moves round to the side and brings the other sword at the hare.

Daclon begins to thrust, the sword pulling up before Jarril could have a chance to parry, and the blade descends so quickly that it hisses through the air, straight for Jarril's shoulder. Where it stops, an inch or so above the major's shoulder.

Seven is kicked and knocked backward, landing hard onto his back on the ground, winded slightly, and ready for another attack, but Akakios has retreated back to his side of the village. The runner gasps for air.

Akakios knows it's stupid to fight with a wounded side, and crawls over the barricade, headed for a house where a healer should be.

Akakios heads for the East Square.

Jarril blinks and looks slightly down at it. "Hmmm, not bad y'self..." Gently pushing the blade away to the side. Not saying anything else, he backs away to regain his composer again, flicking the blade slightly in the air as he moves in, letting it gently touch the ferret's blade at the tip.

Zeraph releases the sword with his one paw, to catch Vorth's before he can hit him with the sword in that paw. His eyes blaze with hate and the fighter shoves forward again, keeping his blade against the rat's other one. Pain erupts across the injured side, though he ignores it.

Daclon pulls his sword away, taking a step back. "Enough for today. Call yer beasts back, and let's get some rest." Motioning to a minor captain, who begins to call vermin back.

Jarril nods, stepping back as he shouts out. "Alright, pull back everyone!" He looks at Daclon for a moment and without question, he turns his back and walks away, shouting. "That's enough. Fall bac I say!"

Daclon turns as well, heading back to the barricade.