Late night Visits...

[Luna Broadsword]

Luna laughed, not bothering to hide it. It took a full two minutes for her to stop. She picked up another bottle. "So, wadda ya do aroun' here for fun?" She asked, preparring the wine for the battlefield. "Or is i' jus' fightin' and drinkin'?"

[Ashstripe]

Breeze scratched his head, that was a good question what did they do around here? Mainly train, eat, drink and fight that was the Mountain's daily activities in a nutshell.
To be honest he really wasn't sure,
"Oh we 'ave th' odd contest 'ere and there..It's up to th' joker's o' th' Mountain to entertain the rest of th' blinkin' sods wot?" He replied sheepishly.

[Luna Broadsword]

"It sounds... peaceful." Luna said, trying to imagine a life where everyday wasn't linked to a battle. It brought back memories of her life before joining a horde, and with it the old feelings of restlessness. She placed the bottle down and looked them over carefully, pushing away thoughts of the old cursed place she had been forced to call home. "Thin' we go' enough?" She asked Breeze, looking over the dozens of bottles that had been preped for battle.

[Ashstripe]

"That it is wot? Rather too peaceful at times, but thank y'lucky fates that ol' Breezer's lives in this 'ere rock eh?" He grinned at his little brag, though unlike his many other feats and heroic deeds, this one was genuine.

He glanced over at the fairly large amount of newly created weapons the pair had created,
"Ooh..I'd say so, best t'quit whilst we're ahead wot? Case 'is Lordship comes along doncha know? Wot!" He laughed suddenly at the idea of Ashstripe barging in only to find his favorite resource turned into a casualty of war; he made a mental note to perform something similar at later date, just to see his reaction.

[Luna Broadsword]

"Oh, but than I'd have lovely es'cuse to spar with 'em." Luna replied, grinning. She had been looking forward a rematch with Ashstripe. The recent development had dashed most of those hopes though, but Luna was still going to try to find a reason to cross blades with him. "I could use the practice..." She said out loud, glancing at Breeze with a mischievous look in her eyes.

[Ashstripe]

Breeze put on an expression of near dead seriousness, something which is of course, impossible for him; but he was still joking around so the purpose was still met,
"Ho no m'arm..Y'misunderstand! When it's 'is drink involved, it isn't a spar wit' 'is Lordship wot? 'E practically slips into blinkin' bloodwraith!" He couldn't help but smile after his little joke, but it was the truth. Ashstripe was very touchy about his drink and would murder nearly anyone with his bare paws, whom tampered with it

[Luna Broadsword]

Luna laughed at the Hare's mock seriousness. It was a nice thing, to be able to laugh despite the overwelming seriousness of their predicament. After a moment she subsided, and began tinkering with one of the bottles. "I'd still like to have a nice match against him though." She said, being serious now. She didn't look at Breezer as she spoke. "I know ye all beliver in gettin' along 'ere, but I don' like sittin' an waitin.' I think better when I'm fightin', an' tha's what feels ... right ta me. Do ya know what I mean?"

[Ashstripe]

Breeze's eye's widened slightly and winced, those words were quite similar,
"Y'got a lot more in common with 'is Lordship then y'think m'arm.." He scratched his head, "'E's always restless when there's peace...Then again 'e 'ates war too..Well fed up wot?" He shrugged, then again Ashstripe always found reason to complain; in the peace-time it was too boring in the war time it was too much, probably the only time when he was ever truly happy in recent times was when he was drunk. It sure entertained the hare's to no end.

"I'm sure y'can get a nice spar wit' 'im wot? If'n's 'e disagrees just say y'tampered with his drink eh?" He smiled again, "Just be ready t'fight fer y'life wot wot!" He chuckled which eventually turned into laughter.

[Luna Broadsword]

Luna laughed as well, trying to imagine the Badger Lord of Salamandstron getting angry over a drink. "Where is 'e than? I think I shall challenge 'im now... unless 'e's asleep o course." Luna said, standing up from the table. She was quite serious, her face holding both excitment and determination as she awaited Breeze's answer.

[Ashstripe]

((And Ashstripe has entered the building...))

"Well..." Breeze was unsure, their Lord was a bit of a recluse at times and this was one of those many times, he could often be found in the Forge but it seemed as if he was constantly on the move. And sure enough there he was, entering the Mess Hall casually, his eye's showing a disturbing feature, he had gotten some sleep.

He frowned upon noticing Breeze and Luna near each other like old friends, interacting as if there had been no conflict; of course he knew better. Never trust too easily, a lesson that had been drilled into his mind during the years. His eyes wandered from the pair..He noticed bottles..They looked a lot like liquor but with rags in them.

"And what..Has been occurin' 'ere?" Ashstripe spoke in a dangerously low voice, Luna would have her wish soon enough.

[Luna Broadsword]

"Why Ashy, we were jus' talkin about you..." Luna said with a laugh turning around. In that movement she stepped away from the badger lord, tensing up. She remembered Breeze's many warnings about Ashstripe and what would happen if he found out about the liquor tampering. She prepared for a fight that she didn't doubt would be a far cry from the friendly sparing she had had in mind. She kept chattering the whole time though, smiling her battle thirsty smile. "I jus' liberated some bottles I'd found jus' lyin' aroun.' Breeze 'ere tol' me tha' you'd be eager to send me to 'ell gates if ya' found out, bu' I jus' wouldn' listen." She wanted to avoid putting Breeze in the spotlight as an accomplice to this act, and had decided to rest the blame soley on her shoulders, where it belonged. "I joked with 'im abou' it, though he didn' laugh at all till I changed the subjec' to something farther from home. You'd 'ave been proud of the loyalty 'e showed ya." She said. Enough about the hare, turn it back to the bottles, a voice in her head whispered. "So, wha' ya think abou' my new weaponized seige... drink... things? Cool, ain't they?" She smiled widely, knowing this would probably be the last straw for the Badger Lord's anger. She crouched slightly, her had itching to grab her sword and begin this fight with a preemptive strike...

[Ashstripe]

Ashstripe growled inside, he had given her refuge and this is how she repaid him? She had discovered one of his true weakness's and exploited it? His paw shook uncontrollably, his eye's bordered on bloodwraith. The reddish tinge beginning to make an appearance; he was going to rend her apart limb from limb for this insult, unarmed or not.

He had nearly slipped into it and grab whatever could come to paw and lash out at Luna but something gave him pause. Stop! It was unfamiliar, perhaps this was his voice of reason making an appearance? She's one of your only allies! Was this Breeze making an intervention or had he truly gone mad? Was he already in bloodwraith? No..He wouldn't be conscious of this, he could still feel the night air bristling against his fur; he could still see Luna more then ready for his assault. Either way whatever it was, it was right. It was amazing what one night of decent sleep could do for his mind.

The bloodwraith faded and he regained his composure somewhat, he smirked dangerously at Luna,
"Ye shall regret that." He muttered, as he felt his sword on his back; still there. And to think he was going to grab something else. Don't kill her, she be an ally..


Breeze sighed and whispered into Luna's ear quickly,
"Try not to kill each other eh? Save some fer th' flamin' war wot!" He then quickly darted out of attacking range and awaited the inevitable.


Drawing his sword with a satisfying sound of metal scraping against it's sheath, Ashstripe began slipping back into his madness. The voice of reason had a point but his spirit and instinct had another; she tampered with his drink. Without waiting a moment longer he charged towards Luna, sword held in both paws, blade scraping along the ground and held low. Well prepared for an upper-cut slice he pushed aside whoever chose to stand in his way; this was going to be quite the spectacle for Salamandastron.

[Luna Broadsword]

Luna laughed out loud, taking heed of Breeze's request. She liked the hare, and as she drew her sword, she knew she'd have to be careful not to go over fully into blood wrath. Still, her heart beat quickly in her chest, adrenaline rushing through like liquid fire. Her eyes were held a spark of red in her eye. This is living, a voice said in the back of her mind, as she drew her sword, she heard the same satisfying sound that Ashstripe had heard when he drew his own weapon. "This should be fun." She giggled, raising her hand and walking toward Ashstripe. Suddenly she was running letting out a cry, filling the mess hall with the sound of her voice. She kept her weapon low and to the side, planning to surprise Ashstripe with a maneuver that could change from offensive to defensive with a flick of her wrist. The battle between WARR and Salamandstron would start tomorrow, but the battle between Luna and Ashstripe was just beginning. Luna's arm began to swing from its place at her side, her sword moving with a will of its own toward Ashstripe's side.

[Ashstripe]

It was a good thing Ashstripe had held his blade low for an uppercut, otherwise parrying Luna's attack would've been a lot more harder and probably damage his already scarred and battered sides. He raised his arms slightly, bringing the Greatsword up with them, just so the handle reached past his waist, bringing the metal in place of his flesh. It was met with a loud CLANG. His blade vibrated slightly, his paws shook from impact, but he had avoided damage and he would hope that Luna would be able to the same.

He pulled away slightly and brought his sword overhead and charged once more, bringing down the blade with as much force as he could muster; yet pull away if need be. His attacks were lacking the intent to kill, he knew this; despite how much he desired it so. But he reassured himself that she would suffer a lot more if she was simply wounded, after all, he sure did.

[Luna Broadsword]

(Sorry, I'm far behind in my life. This won't be the best, I'm sort of short on sleep and time.)

Luna felt the jarring vibrations, but her hand had grown used to that tingling sensation in her paws. That didn't mean she enjoyed it, and it still forced to readjust her grip. Luna quickly dodged out of the way of the incoming and jumped up onto one of the benches and turning to face Ashstripe in one fluid movement. She smiled, enjoying the agility her smaller frame gave her. "Come now, this can't be your best," She said, putting her sword in a defensive stance. "Perhaps we should get wooden weapons, and than we'll see wha' you can really do."

[Ashstripe]

((No worries, life always comes first..I'm always short on sleep; time or not >.>))
On the inside Ashstripe gritted his teeth and growled, but kept it inside on the outside he merely raised an eyebrow in somewhat annoyance and questioning manner,
"Ye mock mine skill?" He replied in a seemingly angered voice, though Luna was right he wasn't at his best. An attack without the intent to kill was as good as a rubber sword.
He took a few paces back and held his great-sword in his standard pose, loose yet poised, the blade was allowed to scrap the ground as it would exert a fair bit of effort to maintain it's position in the air.

Eventually Breeze piped up and admitted what Ashstripe could not,
"Beggin' yore pardon sah! But wit' wooden swords, y'wouldn't kill each other, not a bad idea wot? Y'would still be ready fer th' jolly ol' battle!" He grinned as his suggestion had the desired effect, Ashstripe sheathed his blade slowly. He could practically read his expression, it was that blatant; Ye say that like tis a bad thing...

[Luna Broadsword]

Luna smiled at Breeze, though it was quite as friendly as before. She looked back at Ashstripe. "The har' brings up a goo' point. I'd sorely like ta' see ya' fight at your best, without the fear of cuttin' off your allies 'ead off. To be honost, I' rather no' worry abou' tha' meself." She sheathed her sword, holding out her paws to show she wasn't going to make any hostile moves until they came up with a solution that pleased everyone. Though, she could easily draw her sword quickly if the situation called for it...

[Ashstripe]

Breeze breathed a sigh of relief, turns out those two are capable of listening to reason. He quickly dashed out of the room momentarily before either party could change their mind and eventually returned with a wooden sword in each paw, each carved from some old driftwood that had washed ashore. Measuring at around the same length as a longsword, it would throw the two off slightly using a different weapon; but Breeze figured they could use the practice.

Biting his tongue quickly, Ashstripe restrained himself from worsening the situation further with a verbal attack; she was right, he wasn't at his best and he didn't want to kill her. He frowned slowly..Surely he wasn't going to be fighting with those old pieces of driftwood? They would snap in his paws let alone against a full swing from Luna. But Breeze's expression displayed no signs of having them on; for once. He was dead serious about the weapons.
With resentment he sighed and snatched a weapon off Breeze and took a few paces back.

[Luna Broadsword]

Luckily for Ashstripe, Luna wasn't likely to be able to make a full swing with one of these pieces of driftwood. She looked at it with an expression that could be decribed as dismal. It felt odd in her hand, and there balance justn't wasn't there. Luna had never been a fan of longswords, and this was too similar to one for her taste. She looked up at Ashstripe, trying to read his thoughts over this situation. "Shall we begin. or jus' quit righ' now?"

[Ashstripe]

"Ye be a'feared of splinters?" Ashstripe replied mockingly and coolly, a smirk pasted upon his features. If Luna wanted out, she should have thought of that before defiling his most sacred of treasures; he wasn't going to get blood in compensation for this disgrace, but he was going to get something pretty close.

He flexed slightly and weighed the 'weapon' in his paws, it was strange, his arms were no longer burdened with the heavy merciless metal weight that was his Greatsword. He never did like the lighter weapons, speed was simply not a trait he possessed or sought nor was more subtle approaches. He demanded instant results from a weapon and the lighter variety simply could not provide that.

Like it or not, Ashstripe was going to swing and move a lot faster then he was used to, whether this was an advantage or a disadvantage he was unsure of, the answer would come soon enough.